# Chapter 2574: Giant Stone Altar
The road built from giant stones was a full thirty zhang wide, enough for ten carriages to race side by side.
However, this road had numerous forks.
At this moment, the Death God Temple cultivators led by Yuan Qianmo had stopped at one of these forks, using Origin Source Divine Crystals to construct a three-foot-tall small altar.
These were ordinary Origin Source Divine Crystals, not top-grade ones.
Yuan Qianmo, with hair as white as snow, clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Huanzhen, go ahead."
Huanzhen nodded, stepped forward, cut open his wrist, and let his blood drip onto the divine crystal altar.
He was an Origin Source Controller. Even though he was only at the Half-Saint realm now, his blood still contained pure Origin Source power.
"Hua!"
A pillar of blood surged up from the divine crystal altar, shooting straight into the air.
The surface of the blood pillar was covered with a faint layer of Origin Source light.
Yuan Qianmo looked at the direction the blood pillar was tilting, pointed forward with his finger, and said, "Take this path."
He walked ahead first, saying, "Benji, pack up the altar and clean up the traces."
Yuan Benji had no complaints and instead responded eagerly, "Fourth Brother, rest assured. No traces will be left behind, and no other cultivator will be able to follow the path we've opened to enter this place."
There were fourteen cultivators present. Aside from Yuan Benji and Huanzhen, all were at the Unbounded Realm.
This was not all of Death God Temple's experts, but only Yuan Qianmo's direct followers.
The reason Yuan Benji could be among them was, of course, due to his blood relation with Yuan Qianmo. Otherwise, how would he have the qualifications to participate and share in the benefits?
Thus, the dirty and tiring work naturally fell to him.
Huanzhen walked beside Yuan Qianmo, his face showing guilt. "Master, it's all because of this disciple's low cultivation. If this disciple's cultivation could reach the Great Saint realm, there would be no need to build an altar. I could sense the Origin Source Esoterica with just my Saint Soul."
Yuan Qianmo patted his shoulder lightly and said with a warm smile, "You've already done well. If not for your sensing, we might still be heading into the heart of the Origin Divine Temple, fighting fiercely with the major powers. It's hard to say how much Origin Source Esoterica we could seize, but many cultivators would surely fall there. Unlike now, where we can go alone to claim a portion of the Esoterica."
"What if this disciple sensed incorrectly?" Huanzhen asked nervously.
The reason they had come here was that Huanzhen had sensed that, aside from the heart of the Origin Divine Temple, there was also a strong Origin Source aura in this place.
Such powerful and pure Origin Source aura must have been caused by the Origin Source Esoterica.
Originally, Huanzhen wasn't sure, but his master seemed to have some information and firmly believed that a large amount of Origin Source Esoterica was here. Therefore, they changed their route and came here.
Yuan Qianmo smiled calmly. "Even if it's wrong, it's your master's misjudgment. I will bear all responsibility. What are you worried about?"
Hearing this, Huanzhen relaxed and laughed.
The Unbounded Realm Great Saints following Yuan Qianmo also laughed.
The reason they followed Yuan Qianmo was not only because he ranked first in the A-class of the "Divine Reserve Scroll" with a bright future, but also because Yuan Qianmo possessed a powerful personal charisma that made people willingly work for him.
Yuan Qianmo was such a flawless person, without any shortcomings, and full of merits everywhere.
Zhang Ruochen and the others followed far behind them, passing one fork after another.
Blood Butcher asked curiously, "Where do you think these forks lead?"
Night Travel Master said, "Places where treasures are hidden often have paths of life and death. If one accidentally chooses the wrong path and walks onto a path of death, even ordinary gods might fall."
Blood Butcher said, "That can't be right. The Origin Divine Temple has been sunk at the bottom of the sea for so many years. Even if those paths of death once had god-killing divine formations or absolute-killing divine patterns inscribed by God Venerables, their power must have greatly diminished by now, or even vanished entirely."
Why was he arguing again?
Night Travel Master narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing in them. "Why don't you try walking a path of death and see?"
"Stop arguing. Look ahead," Seven Hands Old Man said.
Blood Butcher and Night Travel Master both looked forward, then showed expressions of ecstasy.
At the end of the road, they saw an altar built from giant stones.
The altar was extremely grand, stretching dozens of miles to the left and right.
It rose about ten thousand zhang high. At the top of the altar, a strange building could faintly be seen. However, because the seawater here was too dark, even Zhang Ruochen with his Truth Eye could barely make out the structure of that building.
The Death God Temple cultivators had already begun climbing up the giant stone altar.
"Hurry up and follow, or all the good stuff will be taken by them!" Night Travel Master said excitedly, his speech slurred as he kept licking his lips.
At this moment, he had completely forgotten the word "fear."
When they reached the base of the giant stone altar, they felt even more awe-struck. The altar was like a divine wall separating heaven and earth, eternal and enduring, impossible to corrode even over billions of years.
Each giant stone was twelve zhang long and twelve zhang high.
The stones were carved with patterns of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, as well as various blurred ancient beast and human figures. Even now, divine patterns flowed on these carvings, showing how terrifying the existence that left them must have been.
Each step of the giant stone altar was twelve zhang high, like straight and neat cliff faces.
Zhang Ruochen and the others broke through the divine patterns between the stones and climbed dozens of steps.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt something in his heart. He looked up and his expression changed slightly. A mass of ghost cloud was rapidly pressing down from above.
From the ghost cloud, a Nine Tribulation Ghost Emperor, three meters and six feet tall, rushed out, holding a broadsword and slashing straight down.
"Boom."
The concealment formation covering Zhang Ruochen and the others was shattered like a bubble by the sword strike.
Seven Hands Old Man quickly mobilized his spiritual power and pointed a finger. A pillar of flame shot out from his fingertip, striking at the Nine Tribulation Ghost Emperor. The Ghost Emperor raised his sword horizontally, turning the broadsword into a shield. His body flew diagonally and landed on the giant stone platform to the upper right of Zhang Ruochen and the others.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the Nine Tribulation Ghost Emperor and muttered to himself, "It's a ghost servant. It seems we've been discovered."
He had seen Yuan Qianmo's ghost servant on Ice King Star.
When a ghost cultivator passes through nine ghost tribulations, they reach the Unbounded Realm.
From above came Yuan Qianmo's voice, tinged with a hint of laughter: "I was wondering who was sneaking around behind us. So it's you, Zhang Ruochen. You really have quite the nerve."
Yuan Benji laughed loudly. "Since he's coming to die on his own, it saves us a lot of trouble."
Yuan Qianmo stood at the center, with more than a dozen Death God Temple experts lined up in a row, appearing on the giant stone step twelve zhang above Zhang Ruochen and the others, looking down at them.
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Tonight, I was organizing various characters and flipping through many earlier chapters. Before I knew it, it was already 11 o'clock, so this chapter is updated late and only has two thousand words.