Invincible Soul Emperor

Ye Qingchen struggled in a sea of chaos, feeling as if he was trapped in endless darkness.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but his consciousness gradually awoke. However, his mind was still clouded, and his limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Ye Qingchen tried to open his eyes, and the scene before him gradually became clear.

"Where is this place?"

Ye Qingchen opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cold stone slab, surrounded by a dim space.

Above his head was a tall arched ceiling, intricately carved with patterns and runes, glowing faintly as if telling some ancient tale.

Huge stone pillars were embedded in the walls around him, each carved with totems of divine beasts in various forms, lifelike as if they might leap from the walls at any moment.

The entire Ancient Temple appeared deep and mysterious, with old lampstands on the walls emitting a faint fiery glow that cast a dim yellow light.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance, mixed with an ancient and mysterious aura.

A thick layer of dust covered the floor, as if no one had stepped here for ages.

Ye Qingchen slowly sat up, feeling the pain and fatigue throughout his body.

He looked around, filled with doubt as he confirmed that he had never seen anything around him before: "Where is this? How did I get here?"

He struggled to recall what had happened before, his memory faintly revealing Xue Wei, the Clan’s Guardian Stone, and that massive vortex of white energy.

Ye Qingchen suddenly remembered the moment he was sucked into the vortex, his heart tightened, and he quickly checked his condition.

"Fortunately, my cultivation wasn’t too severely damaged." Ye Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

But his body still felt extremely exhausted and weak.

He tried to calm himself down, then slowly stood up and walked towards the depths of this Ancient Temple before him.

Every corner of the Ancient Temple exuded a mysterious aura. Ye Qingchen advanced step by step, filled with vigilance.

He did not know where this place actually was?

It was indeed strange that the Clan’s Guardian Stone had sealed him in this place.

Wasn’t it supposed to be the dark underground of the snowfield?

He walked to a massive Stone Gate, carved with complex runes and patterns, as if guarding some secret.

Ye Qingchen gently pushed open the Stone Gate, and the scene that appeared made him frown uncontrollably.

Behind the Stone Gate was a vast hall, with the floor covered in smooth white tiles and the walls adorned with ancient tapestries and murals. Each mural depicted different scenes—war, peace, mythological tales—all brimming with a strong sense of history.

At the center of the hall was a massive altar, on which rested an ancient Stele, densely engraved with runes emitting a faint glow.

Several statues were placed around the altar, each lifelike, as if guarding this Ancient Temple.

Ye Qingchen walked to the altar, scrutinizing the runes on the Stele, his heart filled with doubt: "What do these runes mean? What is this Ancient Temple?"

At that moment, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. He turned abruptly, discovering a blurry figure slowly approaching him.

Ye Qingchen was startled, immediately assuming a defensive stance. He concentrated his spirit and qi, intently watching the blurry figure.

The figure stood in the dim light, appearing particularly mysterious.

Gradually, as the figure approached, it revealed an elder clad in an ancient long robe, which was embroidered with intricate golden runes, emitting a faint glow as if recording endless years.

The hem of the robe lightly swayed, making a subtle rustling sound, giving the impression of a celestial being.

His face was etched with the marks of time, deep wrinkles like imprints of time on his visage.

The elder’s skin had a bronze hue, exuding a healthy glow, clearly having endured much over the years.

His deep eyes resembled two bottomless lakes, with a gaze filled with wisdom and insight, as if they could see through one’s heart.

The elder’s eyebrows were thick and long, slightly upturned, giving him a spirited appearance.

His hair and beard were both white, with his beard hanging long to his chest like a snow-covered mountain, imparting a solemn and imposing feel.

However, his high nose bridge and the slight kind smile at the corner of his mouth made him appear approachable.

Ye Qingchen observed him carefully.

The elder’s fingers were long and powerful, with the fingertips emitting a slight blue glow, as if containing some mysterious power.

His hands were held behind his back, and his poised movements exuded elegance and composure, as if everything was within his control.

Moreover, his steps were light yet steady, each one naturally harmonious, as if merging with the surrounding environment.

His voice was deep and gentle, carrying an indescribable power that involuntarily engendered trust and reliance in those who heard it.

Additionally, the aura emanating from him was ancient and mysterious, as if originating from a distant epoch, imbued with a sense of indescribable majesty and sanctity.

"You have finally awakened." The elder’s voice was deep and gentle, with a touch of mysterious rhythm.

Ye Qingchen slightly relaxed his vigilance but still maintained caution: "Who are you? What is this place?"

The elder smiled faintly, his gaze warm and profound: "I am the Guardian of this Ancient Temple. You may call me the Ancient Honored One. This is the Ancient Heavenly Temple, a place long forgotten by the world."

Ye Qingchen’s heart was stirred. The Ancient Heavenly Temple—he had never heard of such a name, yet he felt something was amiss.

He looked at the Ancient Honored One, puzzled, and asked, "Why am I here?"

The Ancient Honored One gently stroked his beard and slowly said, "You were swept here by a powerful energy vortex. Although the Ancient Heavenly Temple has been abandoned, it still retains considerable power, which saved you from disaster."

Upon hearing his words, Ye Qingchen slightly let down his guard: "Thank you for saving me, Honored One. However, how do I leave this place?"

He didn’t know where this was.

And there was no sight of Xue Zhao. He wondered how she was now.

If Xue Wei was truly insane and harmed Xue Zhao...

Before he could think further, the Ancient Honored One nodded, with a hint of solace in his eyes: "Young one, leaving this place isn’t easy, but I will do my best to help you. However, before that, you need to understand some secrets about the Ancient Heavenly Temple."

Ye Qingchen knew it wouldn’t be easy to leave, and now that there was an opportunity, he certainly wouldn’t give up.

The Ancient Honored One gestured for him to follow as they walked together towards the altar. The elder pointed to the runes on the Stele and slowly said, "These runes record the history and legacy of the Ancient Heavenly Temple. They are the crystallization of ancient wisdom."

Ye Qingchen turned to look at the place he was pointing.

The Ancient Honored One continued, "The power within you is connected to the Ancient Heavenly Temple, which is why you were brought here."