Chapter 694 - 373: The Bronze Altar That Collapsed Ahead of Time!
Amidst the rolling mist, Bai Mo stood tall, with seven Great Tripods spinning and floating beside him.
From afar, the Ancient Immortals bowed and kowtowed, sobbing and lamenting.
"...I have cultivated for one thousand and twenty years, forming six Knowledge Containers...
"Over a thousand years, my family has grown old and died, old friends have scattered far and wide...
"Throughout the thousand years, I rose with the morning cockcrow, returned under the moonlight, always diligent by day, always thoughtful by night, never daring a moment’s laxity...
"Finally, I formed six Knowledge Containers, among them five stone containers, only in the Leaf Domain, with my extraordinary talent, did I form a Copper Tripod!"
Bai Mo listened quietly.
The other Ancient Immortals did not argue, but kowtowed to the ground, sobbing with tears.
"This Copper Tripod is the brightest light of my life... sob sob sob...
"I climbed the Altar, came to this Douluo Heaven, crawling on hands and feet like a beast in the mist...
"I felt a pile of Alchemy Furnaces!
"I saw others using their containers to carry away Alchemy Furnaces, exiting Douluo Heaven.
"So I tried too!
"My six containers could lift a small Stone Furnace, and also lift a large Copper Furnace!
"I wanted a large Copper Furnace to take back to the Pill Palace, so I used the six containers to lift it up...
"The Copper Furnace was heavy, my containers were overburdened, even cracked, but still I lifted it...
"But, I... my... sob sob sob..."
At this point, not only him, but all the kneeling Ancient Immortals around him, also began sobbing and shaking with sorrow.
It was then!
Bai Mo heard the "hu hu" sound of the wind!
And saw in the white fog, Alchemy Furnaces flying towards the head of the lamenting Immortal, prohibiting him from continuing to speak!
One Alchemy Furnace was cast in gold and silver!
Another was decorated with painted enamel!
Yet another bore the face of a pine stone beast!
All carried a gusty sound, as if coming to life, rushing at the Ancient Immortal with heavy malice, aiming to smash his head, to let his grievance fester within!
The Ancient Immortal, who was speaking of his grievances, trembled instinctively, his face distorted!
"I..."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
But a Great Tripod beside Bai Mo flew out, shattering those attacking Alchemy Furnaces into pieces that scattered all over the ground!
The Great Tripod flew back to his side, Bai Mo swept his icy gaze over the heaps of Alchemy Furnaces in the distance.
He then realized that these things had some sort of vitality? That they harbored sinister intentions?
He glanced at the Ancient Immortal who was frightened to the point of collapse, convulsing on the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably.
"Continue speaking."
The Ancient Immortal hastily adjusted his kneeling posture.
"Thank you, Emperor, for saving me!
"I used the Knowledge Container to lift up the Alchemy Furnace, but after lifting it, that Furnace seized my Bronze Container... sob sob sob..."
At this, all the surrounding Ancient Immortals wept along with him.
"That Alchemy Furnace flew away with my Bronze Container, and I chased after it!
"The altar beneath my feet wobbled, became unstable, but I was unwilling to give up!
"Finally, the altar collapsed, and I could never return... nor could I retrieve my container... sob sob sob..."
The surrounding Ancient Immortals cried and fell to the ground.
It seemed they all shared the same fate.
"This Douluo Heaven truly is a place of deceit and harm!
"Everyone says coming here allows you to advance to Sequence Five, but how many can actually take back an Alchemy Furnace?
"Some people’s containers are of such poor quality, they can’t even enter.
"Some are tricked into losing their containers after arriving.
"Some who luckily take small Medicine Furnaces back do so merely to deceive more to come, to capture more containers.
"Pity my thousand years of cultivation, for whom has my container become a wedding dress... sob sob sob..."
The sobbing sounds grew more numerous and concentrated, like a pine forest wave.
Bai Mo gazed around, his eyes piercing through the layers of mist, seeing more and more Ancient Immortals gathering here, bowing and kowtowing to him, crying and convulsing, with uncontrollable tears.
Bai Mo’s heart grew heavy.
According to this story, is the so-called offering to Douluo Heaven just a scam?
A deception laid within the path of the Immortal Dao, for thousands or tens of thousands of years, harvesting countless containers, a fraud?
Immortals climbed the altar, reached Douluo Heaven, left behind here, bearing endless grievances, imprisoned for ages.
And those who descended from the altar, returning to the Pill Palace, the maddened Immortals, were they just fools with minds only for meat?
He looked up to see this Douluo Heaven, mist rolling everywhere, like clouds churning.
Who on earth could orchestrate such a spectacle?
What exactly is their intention, what is their purpose?
The key is, can the Alchemy Furnaces still be taken from here, can Sequence Five still be achieved?
If indeed they are to be taken, which ones can be taken?
Which ones cannot?
Suddenly, an Ancient Immortal kneeling on the ground, voice hoarse and crying, shouted loudly.
"Our grievances need not be urgent to avenge!
"Today, I will show the Emperor a secret, hoping the Emperor will remember us!
"Someday, should the Emperor discover the enemies who harmed us, and help us get revenge and seek justice, we shall rest in peace below the nine springs!"
From another direction, an Ancient Immortal also shouted loudly.
"We want to tell the Emperor a second secret!"
Yet another direction, an Ancient Immortal also shouted loudly.
"We want to tell the Emperor a third secret!"
Bai Mo pondered for a moment, weighed for a while, then laughed boldly.
"Alright!"
...
At the foot of the altar.
Foxes arranged in square formation, sat upright, shaking their heads and muttering, pretending to recite sutras.
In fact, all were already very guilty!
"Ying ying ying?"
Hu Hu Feng raised its head, eyes brimming with tears again.
It saw the top of the altar, thick smoke rolling, obscuring the platform and the master.