Chapter 302 - 126: Exchange Altar! Locating a World

A moment later, a small, ancient, and mottled altar instantly escaped from the White Bone Body before him and landed in Su Bai’s hand.

"How could you possibly know... damn it!"

Xie Nian True Master immediately began to struggle frantically, roaring, "Give it back! Give it back to me!"

"Give me back my altar!"

He roared in fury, a wave of terror crashing through his heart for the first time.

This altar was a wondrous treasure he had obtained in his youth. After stepping onto the path of the Martial Dao, the very first thing he did was refine it into his Lifebound Divine Spirit.

Even other powerful experts at the Feather Transformation Realm couldn’t snatch the altar away from him without his consent.

But now, he could feel the altar being severed from his Lifebound Divine Spirit!

This young man in white robes, using some unknown method, was actually tearing apart the connection between his Lifebound Divine Spirit and the altar!

"So, even those in the Feather Transformation Realm can feel fear?"

Su Bai tightened his grip on the ancient altar, his gaze falling indifferently upon Xie Nian True Master.

Then, he suppressed him with his immense Divine Thoughts and summoned the Dharma Tripod Prison above his head.

BOOM!

The Black Tripod descended, its pressure as suffocating as a prison!

A stream of crimson Karmic Fire, like a True Dragon, surged through the sky and roared as it swooped down.

"AHH!!"

Amidst Xie Nian True Master’s despairing shrieks, the crimson Karmic Fire enveloped the last wisp of his Divine Spirit and sealed it within the Dharma Tripod Prison.

"Then you can savor your fear... slowly."

Su Bai murmured indifferently.

To cultivate the Supreme Nine Destruction Body and refine nine Evil Dao avatars, one needed a massive amount of human and beast Essence Blood, as well as the souls of Demon Fiends, as nourishment.

He had previously encountered a Silver Bone Daoist in a village who practiced a similar Cultivation Technique. That man had used Enchanting Incense to lure villagers, which by comparison was a rather restrained approach.

The White Bone Body that man had refined was created by sacrificing his own mother while she was still alive, then devouring the blood, qi, and souls of over a thousand people before its final refinement.

But this Xie Nian True Master not only had a stronger Cultivation but had also refined nine avatars, cultivating the Supreme Nine Destruction Body to the Realm of Returning to the Essence.

Over so many years, hadn’t millions of humans and beasts died at his hands?

It was to the point that Su Bai perceived the man’s Sin Value was as high as Nine-Star. Naturally, he wouldn’t let him off so easily.

Therefore, he sealed Xie Nian True Master inside the Dharma Tripod Prison, letting him slowly dissipate while being burned day and night by the crimson Karmic Fire.

"Senior... what, what are you holding in your hand?"

At this moment, the Silver-White Dog Demon’s tail perked up again as it asked cautiously.

"A one-of-a-kind wondrous object."

Su Bai studied the small altar in his hand.

This altar was not much different from the one in the Earth Palace, with only some subtle variations.

Specifically, the Patterns on this small altar seemed more born of nature itself, more mysterious, and its aura was deeper and more ancient.

In his view, the black altar in the Earth Palace was likely a fake created by Xie Nian True Master to conceal the real one. Only the altar in Su Bai’s hand was genuine.

His gaze fell upon the altar, and he was lost in thought.

By now, Su Bai had viewed the memories of countless convicts. At this moment, he was rapidly searching through them in his mind for any relevant information.

After a short while, information about this altar surfaced in his mind.

This altar was called the Exchange Altar. In ancient myths and legends, it was also widely known as the Wish-fulfilling Altar.

It was said to be a treasure created by a Martial Arts Great Power in ancient times. By sacrificing various items to it, one could receive a response from the Exchange Altar and trade for other treasures.

Even more interestingly, amidst the vast sea of memories, Su Bai saw a scene of a convict listening intently to an old man’s story.

Within the memory...

The white-haired old man was seen speaking slowly:

"Legend has it that the altar’s true function isn’t to exchange for treasures, but for locating—that is, to pinpoint the location of another world."

"Unfortunately, no one has ever seen that altar, so there’s no way to know if this claim is true or false."

「Snapping back to the present.」

Su Bai looked at the small altar in his hand and muttered:

"Pinpoint another world?"

’If that’s true, then things just got interesting.’

But as it stood, the altar in his hand seemed quite damaged and didn’t appear to have such a special function.

’Still, it’s worth a try.’

Su Bai tried for a long time, only slowly opening his eyes as the sky began to brighten.

’Still no good.’

At that moment, dawn broke, and the great sun began to rise.

Not far away, dozens of villagers approached, supporting the old village chief. They were anxious, their faces a mixture of complex emotions.

The Silver-White Dog Demon lay lazily on the ground, occasionally glancing at the White Bone Body beside it, drooling profusely.

"Thank you, Senior, for vanquishing the Demon for us!"

The group of villagers came closer and, one after another, knelt on the ground, kowtowing endlessly.

The Silver-White Dog Demon glanced at the villagers with disdain before lowering its head to lick its paws.

One kowtow!

Two kowtows!

Three kowtows...

The villagers continued to kowtow until they were dizzy, but Su Bai remained silent.

Finally, the old village chief, whose body could no longer take it, spoke respectfully:

"Senior, we have come to ask a favor of you. It’s just that... this matter is a bit impudent..."

Su Bai’s gaze was profound. He saw through the villagers’ intentions as if they were made of glass.

So, he said coolly:

"If you know it’s impudent, then there’s no need to say it."

Er...

The old village chief’s face twitched, and he suddenly prostrated himself, wailing:

"Senior, you are an Immortal! A high and mighty Immortal! We are but ants in the dirt! Please, I beg you, help us! Please help us!"

As he began to cry, all the other villagers started crying as well.

More than half of the villagers who had come were women, and their crying was no less chaotic than the wailing of banshees.

A tiger hiding in the distance was so frightened that it fled in panic.

But Su Bai remained unmoved, his expression growing even colder.

Finally, someone couldn’t hold back any longer. A village woman shot to her feet and cried out at Su Bai:

"You! You killed the Mountain God! You... you have to help us!"

"Help us solve our food problem!"

The other villagers all began to clamor as well, as if Su Bai’s silence had emboldened them.

They had even forgotten that the Mountain God they had always worshipped was slain by the young man in white standing before them.

"ROAR!"

The Silver-White Dog Demon couldn’t help but let out a low roar.

The thunderous roar instantly terrified the villagers, causing them to fall to the ground in a chaotic heap.

After a long moment, the old village chief slowly got up with the help of the other villagers.

He glanced at the crack-covered skeleton, tears streaming down his face:

"Senior, we have lived here for so long that we’ve lost the ability to survive in the outside world. By killing the Mountain God, you’ve killed us!"

"If you don’t help us, we’ll die sooner or later anyway!"

"Instead of being eaten by wild beasts or starving to death here, why don’t you... just kill all two thousand of us from Hidden Mountain Village right now!"

"Just kill us all!"

"Kill us all!"

"We’re all going to die one way or another!"

"That’s right! We’re dead either way!"

The other villagers joined in, some crying, some shouting, and the scene became a total mess.

Su Bai watched with cold eyes until they had all cried their throats hoarse and their voices died down.

Only then did he slowly speak.

And in response to all the villagers’ clamoring, he replied with only a single word:

"Fine."