The black stone tablet floats silently, with nine lines engraved with the text of the Nine Kingdoms, among them the third line is the Sequence Six text of the Alchemy Path.
The text of Sequence Six is more concise and aningful.
Bai Mo stared at the black stone tablet for a long ti, slowly understanding the aning of this line.
It turns out, this tablet is nad "Sharing Stele"...
[A dream after millions of years, so of us will awaken in the next civilization]
[Will appear in the dream of the next civilization, will receive disciples from the next civilization]
[This current civilization, this feast table, was overturned by the Nine Great Emperors]
[The next civilization will be our new feast]
[On this Sharing Stele, we decide the order of seating for the next feast]
[If anyone has disciples ascending to Sequence Six, they can write their na in the foremost position on this tablet]
[If anyone has disciples ascending to a higher sequence, they can overwrite in the foremost position on this tablet]
[Just wait for the feast to begin, for the dream to show cracks, and the Sharing Stele will lead you out of the dream one by one based on the na order, into reality]
[Those who first enter the world will enjoy the full feast, reveling in delight]
[Those who enter later will have leftovers, sipping soup and munching on fruit peels]
[Hahahahaha]
Bai Mo stood there, staring at the black stone tablet.
Sharing Stele?
It determines the sequence of Ancient Immortals entering the world based on disciples’ sequence?
It suggests modern civilization is the feast for Ancient Immortals, just waiting for them to share?
"This...
"The words aren’t entirely wrong."
Bai Mo looked at the lower half of the stone tablet, seeing that the grids there were already emitting a faint glow, as if waiting for him to write his na.
"After writing, all Ancient Immortals, all dreams, will be visible, right?"
Bai Mo pondered for a mont, then waved to hide the Sharing Stele in the depths of the dream.
He had no intention of writing his na...
Among all Immortal Technique Masters, he was perhaps the most special one... he had no Ancient Immortal Master!
As a modern person, he could freely control the dream, entering and exiting without needing the Sharing Stele.
Instead, while all Ancient Immortals think he’s cut off and stuck, he can hide himself.
"Perhaps... using this information gap, there might be a chance to pull off sothing big."
Moreover, this Sharing Stele is black and greasy; his intuition told him not to reach over!
...
Squeak...
Bai Mo pushed open the door to the side hall.
Phew...
A strong wind swept in, bringing two chips sprinkled with pepper salt.
In the distance, at the square, observing from the banquet tables, the fox apprentices looked over, tear-stained faces, expressionless.
Seeing their master, they suddenly erupted in cheers!
"Ying ying ying!"
"Aoo aoo aoo!"
"Ying ying ying!"
Foxes dashed over like a red tidal wave breaking a dam, so jumping onto their master’s shoulder, so leaping into his arms, so rushing to hug his legs.
"Ying ying ying!"
"Aoo aoo aoo!"
Soon, Bai Mo was subrged by the sea of foxes.
He smiled broadly, hugging one fox here, another there, patting one’s head, stroking another’s neck.
"What’s happening? What are you afraid of?
"Let’s go eat!"
...
The feast at Fox Mountain resud.
"Co, let’s drink together!"
Bai Mo sat at the center of the banquet table, guarding the full table of dishes, raised his glass, and with all the fox apprentices, raised their glasses and drank plum wine together.
In the glugging sound, ten thousand and one glasses simultaneously emptied, all drank dry.
"Ying ying ying!"
"Aoo aoo aoo!"
The apprentices, with fluffy fox claws, raised their glasses, cheering!
As the wind swept in, trying to take the chips from the table...
Bai Mo chuckled.
"Just right, I can now try the new capability of the Master of Communication."
The so-called Master of Communication represents the ability to communicate with plants through Divine Sense and Pill Fire!
The Master of Communication can perceive the voices of plants.
All plants follow the command of communication.
There was a legend that the human emperor, once commanded the entire city of Heluo to bloom peonies in the bleak winter.
A poem said, "Soday if I beco the Cyan Emperor, I will command peach blossoms to bloom together."
The ability of the Master of Communication is similar to this.
When Bai Mo’s Divine Sense burst from his brow, spreading like an invisible wind to the four directions, to the grass on the edges of the square... he imdiately felt these grass, half-dead in the cold wind long-term, screaming in agony.
"Rather a brilliant mont than a miserable life.
"Today, you shall bloom once!"
With an order, the grass around the square instantly turned from withered yellow to fresh green, starting to grow at visible speed!
From lying flat, growing over one ter in height, then two ters, weaving a dense wall of grass, lastly at the top, blooming little white flowers.
Thus, the banquet at Fox Mountain was surrounded by these walls of grass!
The fox apprentices widened their eyes, raised glasses, swung front paws, cheering happily!
"Ying ying ying!"
"Aoo aoo aoo!"
"Ying ying ying!"
... Master has a new capability again!
Bai Mo sat at the center of the feast, grinning, throwing a crispy fried atball into his mouth, chewing.
Previously through dicine and nurturing, he could achieve similar effects.
But the capacity of the Master of Communication is different... A command can order a hundred grasses, without using dicine, just words.
In other words, these grass walls are free!
Of course, free is just the first advantage. This capability has much more esoteric potential awaiting Bai Mo to learn and develop.
The wind blows, grass walls sway.
Within the grass walls, bumpers clash.
Dishes of atballs, chips, rice cakes, cold noodles... are crazily munched into the mouths of the disciples.
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