Chapter 445: Chapter 253: Marquis Qing Yue’s Past, Old Feng and His Wife’s Friends

Whoosh...

The fierce wind blew, carrying yellow sand, striking Bai Mo’s clothes and hair.

In the distance, Black Stick Mountain had already shattered from head to toe, as if it had been flattened, turning into a vast pile of rubble, tumbling, dispersing, and spreading across the mountains.

Amidst the blowing wind, large clouds of dust sporadically danced away.

In Bai Mo’s arms, several fox disciples poked their heads out, eyes wide open, mouths agape, looking at the scene revealed after the collapse of Black Stick Mountain.

Whoosh! Whoosh...

It was hundreds of fox disciples, running back from afar, rushing towards the debris spread across the plains of Black Stick Mountain.

"Ying ying ying?"

Big Flower Arm picked up a piece of rubble, only to see it wasn’t stone, but a metal piece!

"Ao ao ao!"

Black Bracelet picked up a piece, then swapped for another.

These metal pieces had edges and corners, but were almost the same size, about as large as a human head, easy to carry and handle!

"Ying ying ying!"

Overalls jumped down from the master’s embrace, looking at these metal pieces.

They weren’t copper, nor iron... they seemed like a special metal used for artifact refining, lighter in weight and stronger in strength.

It looked back at the car made of bronze plates, recalling the bumps and odd sounds of the car, remembering the compromises made due to copper plate materials during its manufacturing, and it immediately beamed with joy... With an inexhaustible supply of better materials, these broken bronze plates will never be treasured again!

The foxes, each holding a metal piece with both paws, gathered around the master’s car, dancing, shaking their heads, and wagging their tails!

"Ying ying ying!"

"Ao ao ao!"

"Ying ying ying!"

... Fox Mountain’s new mechanical materials, more and better and newer machinery on Fox Mountain, is coming soon!

On the car roof, a bronze mask hovered, its face blank with bewilderment.

Bai Mo grinned, his divine sense spreading out like the wind, sensing the things within the metal pieces scattered all over the mountains... He seemed to sense just now, were there things hidden inside the mountain?

"Found it!"

With a single-hand gesture, his divine sense wrapped around, and he saw the metal rubble in the distance slightly trembled, a bronze scroll flew out from it, crossing hundreds of meters, landing in Bai Mo’s hand.

The bronze mask froze in mid-air, motionless.

Bai Mo unfurled the scroll, revealing a copper axle silk book, specially treated, amazingly preserved for millions of years without decay.

"An Easter Egg left in Black Stick Mountain?

"To be seen after future generations shattered Black Stick Mountain?"

The silk book contained the text of Sequence Six.

Instinctively, Bai Mo looked at the signature at the end, and it was indeed Marquis Qing Yue.

[In the year eighteen thousand and three hundred of the Dan Kingdom calendar, I requested Marquis Ding’er of the Artifact Kingdom to help cast Black Stick Mountain, placing it beside this ancestral worship platform]

[Every time during the ancestral worship, the immortals of Cyan Moon Pill Palace could use this Black Stick Mountain to display the Great Immortal Technique, inspiring future generations and consoling the ancestors]

[The mountain is lifeless, it does not grow, but my Cyan Moon Pill Palace can be passed down from generation to generation, and the immortals of the Pill Palace will cast the Great Immortal Technique on this mountain during every ancestral worship, causing new wounds to appear, and gradually eroding it]

[The immortals of my Cyan Moon Pill Palace will become more and more numerous]

[The immortal techniques of my Cyan Moon Pill Palace will become increasingly powerful]

[With the passage of time, in hundreds to thousands of years, this mountain will finally be shattered]

[So I left this scroll inside the heart of the mountain, waiting for later generations]

[Perhaps by then, I will be dead of old age, or perhaps by then, I will have fallen in battle, or perhaps by then, my memorial tablet will be on the ancestral worship platform, receiving offerings]

[If my spirit in Heaven could see the Cyan Moon Pill Palace surpassing the past, flourishing and thriving, if my spirit in Heaven could see the descendants of the Pill Palace finally shattering Black Stick Mountain, how delightful and joyous that would be?]

Reading up to this point, the disciples were still dancing around, their cheerful voices echoing in the wind.

Bai Mo couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy in his heart.

Previously excavating the General Selection Platform, Marquis Qing Yue went on an expedition; that was in the year eighteen thousand three hundred and twenty-one of the Dan Kingdom calendar, twenty-one years after the casting of Black Stick Mountain.

In other words, shortly after Marquis Qing Yue left this text, the Ancient Immortal Dynasty suffered a disaster and was extinguished, with the once-stretching pavilions and lofty buildings of Cyan Moon Pill Palace turning into a vast expanse of ruins.

The immortals of the Pill Palace did not become more numerous.

The immortal techniques of the Pill Palace did not grow stronger.

It is unknown whether Marquis Qing Yue is still alive.

Her memorial tablet was not found on the ancestral worship platform.

She also never witnessed the moment of Black Stick Mountain being shattered after millions of years.

The disciples had already resumed their work, the roar of the excavators continuing to reverberate.

Overalls jumped back into the car, returning to the master’s embrace, looking at the copper axle silk book with the master.

Of course, it couldn’t understand, but it wanted to look together with the master, valuing the participation!

The bronze mask drew near, its face full of anxiety.

It wanted to know what the owner had said in this silk book?

Bai Mo looked up, glanced at the mask, and grinned.

"She said she was happy and gratified to be able to cast this mountain."

After saying this, he lowered his head and continued to read the silk book.

[I come from a low noble background, my family in decline, resources scarce] 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

[From a young age, my beauty attracted countless noble suitors]

[But I refused to be a vassal of others, so I became a Celestial Immortal, exterminating the fallen, earning merits, exchanging for resources]

[My gift for immortal cultivation is only moderate, often sighing at the backs of the heavenly talents]

[But I commanded the Celestial Law, hunting the fallen, treading a path stained with blood, skulls rolling, for many years without knowing defeat]

This entire text was written in cinnabar, sealed in Black Stick Mountain for millions of years, yet still bright red.

Especially in this line, the stroke of the pen showed such sharpness, the fierce spirit seemed to cut through the silk book scroll!

[Thus I came all this way, obtaining resources from blood pools, comprehending immortal techniques from life and death, and five hundred years later, found myself unexpectedly in the position of a Marquis]