Chapter 695 - 373: The Prematurely Shattered Bronze Altar! (2)
Why hasn’t Master appeared yet?
"Awo awo awo?"
Quanquan Hu beside him felt afraid.
How long can this altar hold?
Hu Hufeng and Piaopiao Xue were involved in its construction.
"Ying ying ying, awo awo awo awo..."
For now, it seems this altar can endure!
And at this moment!
Ka... ka... snap!
With a crisp sound, the foxes turned their heads and saw a character on the altar cracking, shattering, and flying off!
...
Douluo Heaven.
Surrounded by seven Great Tripods, Bai Mo followed the grand procession of Ancient Immortals into the depths of the mist.
The Ancient Immortals ahead proceeded cautiously, while those behind followed respectfully, maintaining an appropriate distance from Bai Mo.
The leading Ancient Immortal spoke while leading the way.
"Emperor, you might not know, in this place Douluo Heaven, time isn’t felt, hunger isn’t felt, fatigue isn’t felt.
"For these past years, having nothing else to do, I just wandered around.
"This place is vast, boundless.
"But I also have much time, endless.
"I don’t know how many years I’ve wandered, nor do I know what I’m truly searching for.
"I’ve seen many alchemy furnaces of various materials, some large, some small.
"But we’ve found the largest one among them!"
In the mist, ruins appeared, broken walls and columns, a dried-up pond.
The terrain gradually became complex, turning into a maze.
"I can’t recall the rest of the way...
"Over these years, my memory has blurred somewhat, and about this path, this is all I remember."
The guiding Ancient Immortal was dazed.
But immediately, a second Ancient Immortal stepped forward.
"I remember the next part!"
So the leader changed, guiding the group further through the ruins.
After another round, the leader changed to a third Ancient Immortal, continuing to lead the group through the ruins.
"I don’t know why.
"But this broken door must be entered and exited three times consecutively!"
Bai Mo quietly hurried along, sometimes seeing through the mist, looking at the surroundings.
At times feeling the altar underfoot, gently stamping to check its solidity through vibrations.
"Am I walking in Douluo Heaven or just standing still on the altar?"
Bai Mo pondered for a moment, believing both to be true!
Douluo Heaven and the altar seemed to be strangely drawing closer, connecting together.
The guide changed several times.
The group kept moving forward.
Bai Mo suddenly noticed the previous guides had already vanished.
"I’ve led you as far as I can, next guide take over!"
The black plump Ancient Immortal laughed heartily, yielding the leader position.
The next leader moved to the front.
And the recently finished black plump Ancient Immortal’s form shattered into mist, completely dissipating, merging into the boundless mist.
In the pervasive mist, additional tiny characters appeared, more problems... though not truly difficult, seemingly unresolved doubts of the black plump Ancient Immortal?
Bai Mo was perplexed, suddenly seeing the surrounding Ancient Immortals laugh, even bending over with tears.
"Emperor!"
"Emperor!"
"Emperor!"
"We seem to suddenly understand!
"Why we’ve wandered for thousands of years, still unwilling to die?
"Perhaps our wandering in Douluo Heaven, carrying grievances and obsessions, bearing these final memories, has just been waiting for this day!"
The Ancient Immortals cried and laughed, hysterical.
Even now, Bai Mo couldn’t grasp the situation, so he just continued to follow.
After more time passed, more guides changed, and more Ancient Immortals shattered.
The middle-aged woman Ancient Immortal, standing in the mist, felt around the broken wall, tears flowing.
"I... I can’t remember the path either. I last remember being here, but not yet reaching that place, not the largest alchemy furnace..."
Suddenly, she heard Bai Mo’s voice.
"That’s already sufficient.
"I can see that alchemy furnace you spoke of."
The middle-aged woman Ancient Immortal froze for a moment, then smiled.
Her form began to dissipate, finally bowing gracefully with an ethereal body.
"Cyan Moon Pill Palace, Chen Pi, thanks the Emperor! If reborn, willing to serve loyally for Emperor..."
Before she finished speaking, she already scattered like smoke, turned to mist, and merged into the mist of Douluo Heaven.
Bai Mo then looked up into the distance.
He saw a mountain there!
A mountain made of various alchemy furnaces, large and small!
At the foot of the mountain, there was a Bronze Furnace the size of a wagon wheel.
Further up, there were treasure furnaces made of gold and silver, enamel-painted treasure furnaces, treasure furnaces with beast face turquoise, treasure furnaces with beast bone and colored feathers, transparent glazed treasure furnaces...
And all these precious furnaces were tilting precariously, stacked in the middle.
At the very top, was a jet-black stone treasure furnace!
Bai Mo did not know what kind of stone it was.
But Bai Mo had seen this Alchemy Furnace before!
It was spherical in shape, as large as the Bronze Hall!
It was the very large Alchemy Furnace engraved on the surface of the altar!
Bai Mo stepped on the solid ground, ready to take two more steps forward.
The ground was firm, indicating the altar was still solid...
But when he stepped down, he sensed something unusual!
He felt a faint tremor coming from the ground!
As if someone was gently tapping beneath his feet!
"Huh?"
...
Fox Mountain.
Hu Hufeng and Piaopiao Xue, frowning, stood at the foot of the altar as instructed by their teacher, each holding a Copper Rod, and tapped the altar lightly in turn!
Their teacher said that when the number of shattered characters on the altar exceeded five, they must start tapping!
Just tap lightly, no need for too much force!
Donk!
Donk!
Donk!
They tapped down with each strike of the rod.
The other fox disciples raised their chubby heads, eyes wide open, looking upward, looking towards the top of the altar.
"Ying Ying Ying?"
"Aow Aow Aow?"
"Ying!"
"Aow!"
They saw, to their surprise, a beam of green light piercing through the white mist shrouding the altar’s top!
It was the glow of their teacher’s Knowledge Container!
"Ying Ying Ying!"
"Aow Aow Aow!"
"Ying Ying Ying!"
The foxes went wild, screaming at the top of their lungs!
Hoping their teacher could hear their voices!
They saw the beam of green light dim again!
Hearts lifting and then falling, they saw five-colored Pill Fire rising from within the white mist!
The pill fires with spectacular colors burned fiercely, burning a hole through the white mist!
Whizz!
Their teacher leapt through this hole on a Fire Cloud, flying into the air!
Clap!
The Bronze Altar shattered the sixth character!
Crack... crack...
Cracks like a spider’s web instantly spread and extended across the altar.
Boom!
Amidst the flying smoke and dust, the altar shattered and collapsed with a roar!
The white mist atop the altar was swept away by the mountain wind of Fox Mountain, disappearing without a trace!
Rumble...
The fragments of the altar fell to the ground like rain.
The foxes fixed their gaze firmly on their teacher, watching as he rode the cloud to land not far away, and then, with teary eyes, they rushed towards their teacher.
"Ying Ying Ying!"
"Aow Aow Aow!"
"Ying Ying Ying!"
They all cried!
Each of them, with snot and tears, flew into their teacher’s arms, clinging to him, in an instant burying him in a pile of foxes.
They all saw clearly that if their teacher had been a tad slower, he wouldn’t have made it back!
Bai Mo smiled and patted his disciples’ chubby necks, touched their heads.
"Alright, alright, don’t cry, don’t be scared, didn’t your teacher come back?"
Hugging this one, patting that one, Bai Mo comforted his disciples, feeling deeply moved.
"This Douluo Heaven really has a big problem.
"That Bronze Altar should have... collapsed sooner?
"But that Large Alchemy Furnace, as big as the Bronze Hall, if retrieved, might achieve the Ascension?"
After all, the Emperor, Prince, Marquis, and others throughout history, all ventured into Douluo Heaven, retrieved the Alchemy Furnace, and ascended to Sequence Five.
This shows that although Douluo Heaven is a celestial deception, it also has real treasures.
Bai Mo comforted his disciples, took out tissues, and helped them wipe away their tears and snot.
"Ah, White Belt, your tears are all over your teacher."
"Black Ears, be careful with your snot!"
He laughed, used up the tissues, and then simply used his sleeve to wipe the tears and snot from his disciples’ faces clean.