In Douluo Heaven, the mysterious mist shrouded everything.
Bai Mo sat on a cloud of fire, holding two disciples in his arms, peering through the layers of mist towards a distant place.
There, on a mountain, five immortals stood steadfast, each wielding hammers and wedges, crafting the interior of an alchemy furnace.
"What sequence are they all?"
Their robes were tattered, and they were all thin, elderly men.
Two of them wore enormous hats, enveloping their heads.
The other three had long hair draping their shoulders, looking unlike modern men.
Although Bai Mo didn't know how they entered Douluo Heaven, he understood that ancient immortals who have survived for countless millennia had extraordinarily high sequences, at the very least Sequence Four!
The immortals guiding him, standing beside Bai Mo, couldn't see this far and sighed in admiration.
"They are different from us.
"They can come and go as they please.
