Chapter 2589: Giant Stone Altar

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The road made of giant stones was 300 feet wide. Ten carriages could run side by side.

 

However, there were many forks on this road.

 

At this moment, Fane of Death cultivators led by Yuan Qianmo stopped at a fork. They used Divine Crystal of Origins to build a small three-foot-tall altar.

 

It was an ordinary Divine Crystal of Origin, not a supreme-grade Divine Crystal of Origin.

 

Yuan Qianmo, whose hair was as white as snow, put his hands behind his back and said casually, “Huan Zhen, go.”

 

Huan Zhen nodded and walked forward. He cut his wrist and dripped the blood from his body onto the divine crystal altar.

 

He was a Master of Origin. Even though he was only a Demi-Saint, his blood still contained pure Power of Origin.

 

Swoosh

 

A blood pillar rushed out of the divine crystal altar.

 

The surface of the blood pillar was covered with a faint Light of Origin.

 

Yuan Qianmo looked in the direction of the blood pillar. He pointed forward and said, “Go this way.”

 

He took the lead and said, “Benji, put away the altar and clean up the traces.”

 

Benji didn’t complain. Instead, he answered positively, “Don’t worry, Fourth Brother. There won’t be any traces left. Other cultivators can’t follow the path we opened.”

 

There were a total of fourteen cultivators present. Except for Yuan Benji and Huan Zhen, they were all in Paramount Realm.

 

These weren’t all the experts from Fane of Death. They were just the direct descendants of Yuan Qianmo.

 

The reason why Yuan Benji was able to become one of them was because of his blood relationship with Yuan Qianmo. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the right to participate and share the benefits.

 

Thus, he had to do the dirty work.

 

Huan Zhen followed Yuan Qianmo with an apologetic face. “Master, it’s all my fault that my cultivation base is too low. If I could reach Paramount Realm, I wouldn’t need to build an altar. I could sense the Canon of Origin with just my saint soul.”

 

Yuan Qianmo patted his shoulder and smiled warmly. “You’ve done well. If it weren’t for your sense, we would have gone to the hinterland of Fane of Origin and fought with the big forces. It’s hard to say how many Canon of Origin we could get and many cultivators would have died there. We wouldn’t be able to get a Canon alone like now.”

 

“What if I’m wrong?” Huan Zhen was a little worried.

 

They had come here because Huan Zhen had sensed a strong aura of origin besides the hinterland of Fane of Origin.

 

Such a strong and pure aura of origin must be caused by Canon of Origin.

 

At first, Huan Zhen didn’t dare to be sure. However, his master seemed to have some information. He was convinced that there must be a lot of Canon of Origin here. Thus, they changed their route and came here.

 

Yuan Qianmo smiled calmly, “Even if it’s wrong, it’s because I made a wrong judgment. I will take all the responsibility. What are you worried about?”

 

Huan Zhen felt relieved when he heard this. He laughed.

 

The Paramount Realm Supreme Saints who followed Yuan Qianmo also laughed.

 

The reason why they followed Yuan Qianmo was not only because he was ranked first in the “Tome of the Divines” and had a bright future. It was because Yuan Qianmo had a strong personality that made people willing to work for him.

 

Yuan Qianmo was such a perfect person. He had no flaws and was full of advantages.

 

Zhang Ruochen and the others followed them from a distance, passing through one fork after another.

 

Xue Tu asked curiously, “Where do you think these fork roads lead to?”

 

Master Ye You said, “Often, the places where the most valuable treasures are hidden will design some paths of life and death. If you make the wrong choice and end up at a dead end, I’m afraid that ordinary gods will die.”

 

Xue Tu said, “It can’t be! Fane of Origin had sunk to the bottom of the sea for many years. Even if those dead ends used to have a god-killing array or the god-killing Divine Marks carved by gods, their power would definitely be greatly reduced now. They might even lose their power.”

 

Why were they arguing again?

 

Master Ye You narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He said, “Why don’t you go and try to walk a dead end?”

 

“Stop arguing. Look ahead,” Seven-Armed Elder said.

 

Xue Tu and Master Ye You both looked over and showed an ecstatic look.

 

At the road’s end was an altar made of huge rocks.

 

The altar was extremely magnificent. It extended for dozens of miles.

 

It was about 30,000 feet high. At the top of the altar, a strange building could be seen. However, the seawater was too dark. Even with the Eye of Truth, Zhang Ruochen could not see the structure of the building clearly.

 

The cultivators of Fane of Death had already climbed up the giant stone altar.

 

“Let’s follow them, or they will take all the good stuff!” Master Ye You was so excited that he could not speak clearly. He kept pursing his lips.

 

At this moment, he had forgotten the word “Fear” entirely.

 

They felt even more shocked when they reached the bottom of the giant stone altar. The altar was like a divine wall that divided heaven and earth. It could last forever and would be hard to corrode even after billions of years.

 

Each huge stone was 120 feet long and 120 feet tall.

 

There were wind, rain, thunder, and lightning carvings on the vast stone. There were also all sorts of ancient beast carvings and human figures that were already blurry. Even now, there were still Divine Marks flowing on the patterns. One could imagine how terrifying the cultivation of the person who left the Divine Marks was.

 

Each level of the giant rock altar was 120 feet tall, like a straight and neat cliff wall.

 

Zhang Ruochen and the others broke through the Divine Marks between the giant rocks and climbed dozens of levels in a row.

 

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt something. He looked up, and his face changed slightly. He saw a ghost cloud pressing down from above.

 

From the ghost cloud, a 3.6-meter-tall Nine-Tribulation Ghost Emperor rushed out. He held a broadsword and slashed down.

 

BOOM

 

The invisible array enveloped Zhang Ruochen, and the others were broken like a bubble.

 

Seven-Armed Elder quickly mobilized his spiritual power. He pointed out with his finger. A Fire Pillar shot out from his fingertip and hit the Nine-Tribulation Ghost Emperor but Nine-Tribulation Ghost Emperor blocked with his sword. The broadsword turned into a shield and flew out diagonally. He landed on the giant stone platform on the right side of Zhang Ruochen and the others.

 

Zhang Ruochen stared at the Nine-Tribulation Ghost Emperor and muttered to himself, “It’s the ghost servant. It seems that we’ve been discovered!”

 

He had seen Yuan Qianmo’s ghost servant on Hoth.

 

A ghost who had survived Nine-Tribulation Ghost was in Paramount Realm.

 

Yuan Qianmo’s slightly smiling voice came from above. “I was wondering who was following behind. It’s you, Zhang Ruochen. You’ve got guts.”

 

Yuan Benji laughed loudly. “He saved us a lot of trouble by seeking death on his own.”

 

Yuan Qianmo was in the center. More than a dozen influential figures of Fane of Death lined up. They appeared on the giant stone steps 120 feet above Zhang Ruochen and the others, looking down at them.

 

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