653: Divine Position (Extra for Alliance Leader Rain Tomb) 653: Divine Position (Extra for Alliance Leader Rain Tomb) The altar was ancient and majestic, with a hint of sinister charm.
A jade stone path led straight to the altar.
On either side of the path, two rows of demon monster statues knelt, their faces ugly yet filled with piety.
But the top of the altar was empty…
There were no candlesticks, no lamps, no sacrificial offerings, and no objects of worship.
There was just a richly ornate offering table.
On the offering table, there was an altar, also empty of anything.
It was unclear whether the altar had not been completed, with nothing placed upon it for worship.
Or perhaps Fire Buddha knew his scheme had been exposed, so he had taken the offerings early, destroyed the tribute, and covered his tracks.
“This Fire Buddha… is too cautious…” Mo Hua murmured.
“Too stingy as well…” He searched around and found that only the immovable Fake Mountain and the demon monster statues were left, and that everything else was gone.
Spotlessly clean, as if licked by a dog…
Mo Hua felt somewhat deflated.
This Fire Buddha was really cheap, leaving not a single thing for him…
No Spirit Stones, no Spiritual Artifacts, no volumes on the Meteor Fire Skill.
Not even “food”…
He had stolen a lonely heist.
Mo Hua sighed.
There was nothing to steal from such a large altar…
“What to do next?”
Going back felt unsatisfactory.
Mo Hua frowned.
Then he turned his head to look at the altar again.
The altar felt very familiar to him.
He circled the altar twice and, as if possessed, leapt onto it and regally seated himself on the offering table.
In a trance, an ancient and sacred significance seemed to descend upon him.
A faint golden light flashed in Mo Hua’s eyes, unnoticed by anyone.
The altar was resplendent and dignified.
The small figure of Mo Hua sat on it.
Before him was a jade stone path, flanked by fierce demon monsters bowed in submission.
The Bronze Maze, the Barbaric Wilderness Formation.
A riddle within a riddle, a formation within a formation, countless Divine Way mysteries converged right in the center of the altar, “offering” Mo Hua’s revered position.
Mo Hua blinked in confusion.
He felt that his Divine Sense had somehow changed.
But he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was different…
Mo Hua looked down.
This altar, clearly belonging to someone else, now seemed to have been built for him.
He sat on the offering table, feeling very at ease.
His Divine Sense was relaxed, and he even had a craving for sacrificial offerings…
“Sacrificial offerings…”
Mo Hua looked around.
Nothing…
Not a single sacrificial offering.
The top of the altar was barren, devoid of anything.
Mo Hua sighed again.
He was hungry, but there was nothing to eat.
Suddenly, he could sympathize with his “good friend,” Lord Yellow Mountain, lonely and downcast in the ruined temple on Mount Luopo, with no incense or worship, drinking rainwater leaking from the roof and eating stale buns from who knows where.
“When I’m free, I should bring some wine and meat to visit the Mountain Lord in the ruined temple…” He thought about Lord Yellow Mountain, the Downcast Mountain God who received no visitors. It seemed so pitiful.
Mo Hua thought about Lord Yellow Mountain without considering whether Lord Yellow Mountain wanted to see him or not.
“Since there are no sacrificial offerings on the altar, let’s just leave it at that…” Mo Hua didn’t feel it was appropriate to stay seated for long, so he got up and jumped off of the altar.