"Never mind if you don't want to say it. This bottle doesn't care about you!" The drifting bottle felt stifled and unhappy.
It secretly slandered Xu Mo, thinking that if he were truly targeted by a true spirit projection, his path would be over.
Xu Mo ignored the drifting bottle. He was very concerned about the phrase 'There are no more immortals on Earth,' feeling it might be related to his transmigration.
However, he couldn't comprehend the specific circumstances.
Thinking of something, Xu Mo turned to the drifting bottle and asked about Xu Fu's situation.
Although the drifting bottle was displeased with Xu Mo's previous behavior, it answered all questions.
"Xu Fu's situation? What situation could there be? He was simply a peerless prodigy, crushing everyone of his era. He possessed an unparalleled foundation and could fight three Extreme Dao Saints without falling behind. Such talent was truly earth-shattering."
The drifting bottle held great respect for this Taoist priest surnamed Xu.
"Unfortunately, in the end, over a dozen Extreme Dao Saints besieged Xu Fu. No matter how monstrous or extraordinary Xu Fu was, he eventually fell." Its tone was sighing, as if recalling that scene from the past.
A middle-aged cultivator, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a weathered face and a beard, stood tall in the sky. Facing the encirclement of over a dozen Extreme Dao Saints, he was fearless, his expression stern.
When the Extreme Dao Saints made their move, he did not retreat. Wielding a measuring ruler, he fought fiercely, even heavily wounding several Extreme Dao Saints.
But the siege of over a dozen Extreme Dao Saints was insurmountable. In the end, he died with regret on the plateau, his treasures and fortune plundered, his body not even whole.
"Why did all the Extreme Dao Saints want to kill him? Even at the cost of heavy injuries?" Xu Mo frowned deeply, feeling that Earth was being severely targeted!
"It's fate, a profound mystery, beyond words. Even if Xu Fu hadn't died under the siege of the Extreme Dao Saints, he would have died for some reason. 'There are no more immortals on Earth' is not just an empty saying," the drifting bottle replied.
It mentioned a few more examples. Before Xu Fu, Earth had produced other geniuses. While not as strong as Xu Fu, they were still among the top tier of Extreme Dao Saints.
These geniuses, without exception, all died tragically before ascending!
"Is this the predetermined course? Unchangeable?" Xu Mo murmured, his tone unclear whether it was a sneer or a scoff.
The drifting bottle asked curiously, "Why do you, a cultivator from the Great Desolation, care so much about Earth? It's not that there are no more immortals in the Great Desolation. With your monstrous foundation and that furnace, you'll surely ascend to immortality. Don't worry."
It truly couldn't understand why Xu Mo was so concerned about Earth.
Although it had suspected Xu Mo's origins, it had never considered the possibility that Xu Mo might be from Earth.
"It's always good to gather more information," Xu Mo said.
The drifting bottle thought that made sense.
At this moment, bursts of golden light erupted from the center of the depression, spreading outwards like ripples.
The unique fragrance of the Fortune Medicine became even more intense. Some deep-sea creatures that were too close to the Fortune Medicine couldn't escape in time and were instantly struck by the golden light, turning into mist.
The deep-sea creatures at the periphery were terrified by this scene and scattered in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the depression was empty, leaving only dozens of blood mists to be slowly diluted by the seawater.
"The Fortune Medicine has matured!" Xu Mo stood up from the bluestone, a smile on his face.
This was a mature Fortune Medicine, unlike the half-ripe Fortune Fruits he had picked before.
He moved his body and appeared beside the Fortune Sea Grass, easily pulling it out.
It felt smooth to the touch, like jelly. The inscriptions on the sea grass leaves were still flowing with golden light, exuding a profound mystery.
Most importantly, the fortune contained within this Fortune Sea Grass was four to five times that of the previous half-ripe Fortune Fruit, incredibly dense!
"A good harvest. This stalk of Fortune Sea Grass is equivalent to four or five half-ripe Fortune Fruits I've eaten," Xu Mo thought with satisfaction, unceremoniously putting the Fortune Sea Grass into his storage.
Behind the hillside not far away, Mu Luo and Gu Lei witnessed this scene. Especially when Xu Mo pocketed the Fortune Sea Grass, their eyes almost spat fire.
"He actually harvested it!" Gu Lei grumbled, his eyes wide with disbelief and heartache.
Although it would be theirs in a few days, seeing the Fortune Medicine they had guarded for over ten days being snatched away before their eyes was incredibly painful!
Mu Luo felt the same, but his composure was much better. After exhaling, he said, "Just bear with it. Let the Emperor of Da Gan keep it for now. It will still fall into our hands in a few days."
"It can only be this way," Gu Lei said solemnly.
...
After harvesting the Fortune Medicine, Xu Mo left the seabed. He was unaware that two Old Saints were observing the scene from the shadows.
After all, it was an Extreme Dao sacred artifact obscuring the heavenly secrets. Without Xu Mo making a full effort to search, it would have been impossible to discover them.
He wandered for several thousand kilometers more on the seabed without finding any more Fortune Medicine. Xu Mo then surfaced and flew into the air.
He arrived at a small island with a small town inhabited by Caucasians.
Xu Mo did not cause any disturbance. Instead, he used his spiritual power to access information from Earth's internet.
Within ten minutes, he had learned about the major events that had occurred on Earth during this period.
He felt a slight shock. The Old Saints who had been in hiding and slumber had actually unleashed a massacre on Earth! Millions of human lives were involved, a truly barbaric act!
The countries on Earth were also quite resolute, directly launching nuclear strikes against them. Unfortunately, they still couldn't kill the Old Saint, who managed to escape.
Now, the Old Saint had recovered from his injuries and returned, slowly beginning his revenge plan on the African continent.
To date, over a dozen small towns and a small city on the African continent had been completely annihilated. More than a million lives were lost!
People on Earth were in a state of panic. Countless individuals in Africa were scrambling to flee the continent.
Plane tickets and ship tickets became extremely difficult to obtain.
The wealthy had the resources to charter flights and ships to escape, leaving only the common people to cry out in despair.
Under these circumstances, other countries were not idle.
Several countries, led by China, had already begun dispatching warships to safely bring back their citizens remaining in Africa.
They would do their best, bringing back as many as possible.
Xu Mo wasn't particularly concerned about these matters. However, one piece of information made his expression turn cold.
It was news of Old Saints hunting cultivators from the Great Desolation on the African continent. To date, hundreds of Great Desolation cultivators had been drained of their blood and died.
The Great Desolation cultivators sent to investigate the cause had all perished as well.