Chapter 444: Chapter 252: The Millennia-Old Black Stick Mountain and Bai Mo’s Purple Dragon Climb (Part 2)

The newly excavated bells of various sizes have been compacted with soil and casually thrown on the soft ground.

Swoosh...

A car drove past, its huge off-road tires rolling over the bumpy and muddy surface of the excavation site, maneuvering around various excavators, and entered the excavation scene.

Bai Mo sat on a sofa on top of the car, his elbow resting on the sofa’s armrest, listening to the rumbling of the construction site and feeling the cold wind, his windbreaker coated with yellow sand.

His eyes scanned the scene, his Divine Sense perceiving the details, and he felt a sudden realization.

"No wonder so many documents on the research of Great Immortal Technique were excavated in recent days.

"It turns out they have dug up the ancestral rite platform!"

Don’t be fooled by the copper ingots and wine vessels filled with yellow mud; thousands of years ago, these containers held wine and meat, and these documents recording the latest research on Great Immortal Technique were sacrifices offered to the ancestors!

Bai Mo’s Divine Sense expanded like the wind, sweeping over the newly unearthed documents.

"The majority of documents are researching Purple Dragon Climb.

"Is it because back then, the Purple Earth Dragon from Cyan Moon Pill Palace was the cheapest?"

After studying numerous documents, Bai Mo has absorbed substantial knowledge of the Immortal Technique [Purple Dragon Climb], laying a foundation and even developing his own understanding.

Though he didn’t know the level of his own understanding, when he read others’ documents, he could judge their merits at a glance.

"Most of the documents on Purple Dragon Climb aren’t very valuable anymore.

"However, there are still a few researching [Heaven-Covering Umbrella] and [Flower Fruit Thunder] that are more valuable. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Overalls, stop the car, help me bring that stack onto the vehicle!"

...

The car meandered through the excavation site, stopping and starting.

Every now and then, Bai Mo instructed his disciple to stop and carry valuable documents into the compartment.

"There’s quite a bit now, enough for me to read for a day. Let’s go back and finish reading these first."

Just as he was about to order the departure, he saw Quanquan Hu, wielding a small shovel, quickly run up, "whoosh"—jump onto the roof, gesturing wildly, speaking in fox language.

"Ying ying ying, awo awo ying ying!"

Beside it, the Bronze Mask hovered and danced urgently.

"Found the treasure?"

Following its paw, Bai Mo saw several hundred meters away, among the mountains, a particularly towering peak reaching into the clouds.

"Is there something wrong with that mountain?"

After asking, Bai Mo felt his question was redundant... The surrounding mountains were all somewhat covered in soil, adorned with yellow and green vegetation. But only this tallest mountain, pitch-black, bare, devoid of grass, stood distinctly different from the other peaks, obviously problematic at first glance!

"What kind of mountain is that?"

From several hundred meters away, Bai Mo’s pupils contracted as he carefully observed.

He was startled to see traces on the cliff of varying heights and lengths, some deep, some shallow.

Upon closer inspection, beside each trace, were signatures of Ancient Immortals.

[Fang Pi Immortal showcased Purple Dragon Climb here on Black Stick Mountain, leaving a mark, twenty meters long, three meters wide, one meter deep]

[Immortal Hongyuan showcased Purple Dragon Climb here on Black Stick Mountain, leaving a mark, thirty meters long, two meters wide, one meter deep]

[Black Tea Ancient Immortal showcased Purple Dragon Climb...]

Each trace, a place marked.

Bai Mo realized in a flash.

"This mountain is part of the ancestral rite tool!

"In ancient times, immortals showcased Purple Dragon Climb in front of the ritual platform, striking this mountain for the ancestors to inspect their Immortal Techniques?

"Now that the Ancient Immortal Dynasty has fallen, the ancestral rituals no longer continue.

"But this mountain seems truly treasured?"

This mountain stands tall, reaching toward the clouds, casting a boundless shadow on the ground.

Yet such scale of a mountain was artificially manufactured, forged from copper and iron?

The Ancient Immortal Dynasty valued the ancestral rites and Great Immortal Techniques so much that they were willing to spend such vast metal resources to forge this tool?

What Bai Mo doesn’t know is that the ritual and Great Immortal Techniques are the foundation of a Pill Palace!

And this Black Stick Mountain is crucial to both the ritual and Great Immortal Techniques!

It’s a major part of the ritual, and an important tool to test Great Immortal Techniques.

The Great Immortal Technique’s power is terrifying; if successfully performed, it could crumble a mountain. Cyan Moon Pill Palace, no matter how large, couldn’t withstand that kind of destruction.

Therefore, this Heaven-Reaching Iron Mountain was forged.

An iron mountain consumes much but can last a thousand years!

At this moment, Bai Mo couldn’t possibly consider the ritual... His elbow leaned on the sofa armrest, his palm supporting his chin, pondering with furrowed brows.

"If we can take down this mountain, Fox Mountain will never fret over using metal again."

Bai Mo’s eyes sparkled as he gazed at the mountain. After pondering for a moment, he spoke up, his voice echoing throughout the excavation site, drowning out the sounds of all the excavators.

"Everyone, stop what you’re doing. Drive the excavators back a thousand meters away from this black mountain."

The fox disciples, some sitting on the excavators, others wielding small shovels, were puzzled.

"Awo awo?"

"Ying ying ying?"

What does Master plan to do?

Yet, they all obediently began retreating and distancing themselves.

No matter what, the Master’s orders are always right!

...

On the car’s roof.

Quanquan Hu jumped into the Master’s arms.

Since the Master was right there, there was no need to retreat... There’s no safer place than Master’s embrace in the world!

Inside the car, Overalls and Butterfly Knot, along with Small and Big Eyes, also climbed up, snuggling into the Master’s arms together.

They saw the Master stretch out his right hand, a mass of purple origin immortal qi emerging from his palm, hazy and indistinct, precisely the Purple Earth Dragon Origin Immortal Qi.

The Bronze Mask suddenly realized... Bai Mo noticed traces left by other immortals on Black Stick Mountain, itching to try his own Purple Dragon Climb?

But it’s only been a few days, and he’s already mastered Purple Dragon Climb?

Could he be wasting this Douben Origin Immortal Qi?

Bai Mo’s gaze casually fell upon a withered grass on the ground, his divine sense extending towards it, communicating with the grass.

"You, withered grass, were born here, right at the foot of this mountain.

"Even if you’ve tried hard to take root, you still can’t penetrate the rocks in the soil to obtain nourishment.

"Even if you’ve tried hard to grow, you still can’t escape the shadow cast by the mountain to see the light of the sky.

"Your lifespan is nearing its end—brief from birth to death, with no glory in your withering.

"You haven’t felt the wind blocked by the mountain, nor seen the sights obscured by it.

"Today, I’ll lend you a hand, we’ll join forces to shatter this peak!"

As his words fell, the Purple Earth Dragon Origin Immortal Qi flew out and infused into the yellowing wild grass.

Incredibly, the half-dead, wilting wild grass began to tremble and straighten up, turning purple, thickening, lengthening, tearing apart the soil in which it was rooted, its stalk emerging like a snake from a hole, surging along the ground, pushing through the soil, heading towards the distant Black Stick Mountain!

Rustle... this was the sound of wild grass growing.

Swoosh... this was the sound of it rubbing against the earth.

The fox disciples, along with the Bronze Mask, watched wide-eyed as the small wild grass suddenly transformed into a giant python, crawling towards Black Stick Mountain.

It grew thicker like a water jar, longer like a poisonous dragon, coiling around Black Stick Mountain.

Even if it was as thick as a water jar, on the towering Black Stick Mountain, it was merely a narrow purple line... But this purple line was long enough, able to spiral around multiple times, and continually extending upwards!

The disciples cuddled in the Master’s embrace, each rubbing their heads against his chest, very content.

The Master is of course the most powerful, it’s no surprise what kind of Immortal Technique he uses!

The Bronze Mask was already dumbfounded.

Is this damn thing also Purple Dragon Climb?

A single stalk of grass, a Douben of immortal qi, how can it grow so long?

This stalk as thick as a water jar, does it cost nothing?

Amidst the rustling sounds, looking from afar, the purple line had already wrapped around Black Stick Mountain circle after circle, from its foot to its lofty peak.

Crack!

Bai Mo sat on the sofa atop the car roof, holding the disciples with one arm, and snapped his fingers sharply with the other.

In the distance, Black Stick Mountain, the purple line suddenly contracted!

Crunch crunch...

The sound of gnashing teeth grew louder and denser.

The Bronze Mask perked up its ears, distinctly hearing deep rumbles rising in succession.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble...

The Bronze Mask’s eyes widened, witnessing Black Stick Mountain cracking everywhere, smoking everywhere, twisting and deforming.

Boom!

Amid the tremendous roar, the towering Black Stick Mountain, the copper-cast iron-forged Black Stick Mountain, the thousand-year-old Black Stick Mountain... shattered explosively in a sky-obscuring cloud of dust, collapsing!