Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 103 - 103 102 Peacock_1

103: Chapter 102 Peacock_1 103: Chapter 102 Peacock_1 The Prison Ghost Space was expanding.

Pieces of shattered spatial impurities were being peeled away, floating like glass shards before being drawn towards the cyan Big Seal in the center of the space.

Three spaces intersected, twisted, and fused.

At the same time, the Golden Palace Space beside Su He disappeared.

It seemed that with changes occurring in the Prison Ghost Space, the two spaces no longer intersected.

After an indeterminate length of time, the fusion of the spaces gradually completed.

The surrounding barriers were no longer composed of the dull grey Netherstone walls but now resembled reddish jade.

The Elders did not rise but suddenly, two figures appeared among them.

One with fiery red hair, as if his whole body was about to ignite, the other exuded a decadent aura, and at a glance, one could tell he was finished.

It was Fire Velvet and Mu Tung.

Spell Decisions were cast one after the other, and from time to time various materials were refined into their bodies.

The two gradually turned to stone, inch by inch growing larger.

Ten feet, twenty feet…

a hundred feet, they instantly became towering statues, as if they were two enormous Terracotta Warriors.

The more one looked, the more familiar they seemed.

They were almost identical to the towering Stone Statues in the Golden Palace Space, only the appearances were different.

One statue with both hands lifting the heavens, the other half-kneeling, pressing the earth.

The entire space was connected to them.

The Statues struggled to move, but Feng Yi Ju waved his hand and forty-nine Formation Flags were inserted in all directions.

Suppressing power came forth.

The Statues could no longer move, only curses were heard emanating from them.

The space also gradually stabilized and no longer had the feeling of distortion and dizziness.

Su He and Feng Yaya immediately closed their eyes and slumped to the ground.

All Su He felt was a buzzing in his mind as if the world was spinning, while Feng Yaya covered her eyes with her hands in pain, stamping her foot.

The fusion of spaces was not something they could understand at the moment.

The Elders rose, and Elder An took a long breath out, “Now we’re about to face the thunderous storms from Xuan Tian Gate, yes?

Does the Sect Leader have a countermeasure?”

“There are some responses,” Feng Yi Ju looked at the space.

He hoped that Brother Chi would achieve merit, otherwise they would have to resort to extremes.

With a light touch in mid-air, several inconspicuous stones in the middle of the space, engulfed by the Formation, exploded with a bang.

These were the contingencies Xuan Tian Gate had left in the Prison Ghost Space.

They could monitor and control the Prison Ghost Space.

Now that the Prison Ghost Space had been re-sacrificed, Xuan Tian Gate must have taken notice, and there was no longer a need to hide it.

“Let’s go!” Feng Yi Ju said in a deep voice.

A tough battle was coming.

A few, heavy-hearted, walked out.

Just as they left the cave entrance, they heard a crisp and loud cry from within the Prison Ghost Space, “Ao oh~~”

It was a bird call, not pleasant to the ear but rather high-pitched and robust.

“Peacock?” Elder Ge’s face changed; as an Elder from the Beast Valley, he immediately identified the source of the call.

Feng Yi Ju narrowed his eyes.

Who knew how many times he had been to the Prison Ghost Space, but never was there a peacock there?

Furthermore, when refining the space just now, he had observed every inch thoroughly.

An abnormal event surely indicated the presence of a demon.

Demons aren’t particularly frightening; it’s the abnormal that unnerves people.

“Go back!” Feng Yi Ju made a snap decision.

Before he could shout, Elder Ge had already collided head-first towards the Prison Ghost Space, and just at that moment, a Golden Pagoda overhead, as if encountering its nemesis, shattered the True Yuan Light Curtain in an instant at the sound of the peacock’s call.

If not for Feng Yi Ju’s swift action, pulling him out, Elder Ge would have bumped straight into the fleeing Prison Ghost.

The Prison Ghosts were stirring violently, chased out from the Prison Ghost Space by the peacock’s call, spewing out continuously like rapid-fire.

Elder Ge’s face turned as cold as ice water.

Su He and Feng Yaya were still inside.

Feng Yi Ju pushed out a Golden Pagoda towards the Prison Ghost Space, but as soon as it entered the cave mouth, it encountered the Peacock’s call and the True Yuan Light Curtain immediately crumbled.

Xuan Tian Gate had more contingencies that he hadn’t detected!

Feng Yi Ju, his breathing rarely disordered, took a deep look at the Prison Ghost Space and then turned to leave.

They couldn’t be saved!

Without the True Yuan Golden Pagoda, even he couldn’t enter the Prison Ghost Space — even if he had taken Pill Medicine, there was nowhere to hide under such a dense current of Prison Ghosts.

The Peacock must certainly be a contingency of Xuan Tian Gate; barging into the space would not save anyone.

Only by hitting Xuan Tian Gate hard, inflicting enough pain for them to compromise and force them to disarm the contingency, could there be hope.

One could only hope that inside the cave, the turtle and the person could hold out until then.

Inside the Prison Ghost Space.

Turning her head, Su He saw in the distance against the sky, a Peacock slowly taking shape, extending across the heavens.

It was the peacock phantom he had seen before, but now it was almost entirely solidified, having grown countless times larger, with wings spanning fifty to sixty feet.

It simply floated in the air, flapping its wings.

A terrifying aura emanated from it, and as the peacock called out, visible sound waves rippled through the air.

Feng Yaya clutched her ears, curling up into a ball.

Su He’s entire turtle shell trembled as if stricken by immense fear, filled with dread.

From the peacock’s body, he sensed an overpowering force of oppression, a suppression that came from a higher bloodline.

Su He felt his hair stand on end, realizing that only a real Divine God Beast could dominate him through bloodline.

This peacock was a Divine God Beast!

A peacock could also be a Divine God Beast?

The Prison Ghosts filling the space seemed to encounter their nemesis, frantically fleeing in all directions.

The peacock’s flapping wings created whirlwinds that swept through the entire Prison Ghost Space, carrying the ghosts towards the entrance.

The ghosts that were once feared by Feng Yaya seemed to encounter an even greater fear, scurrying past her and even attempting to pounce on her.

But they were pulverized by a punch from Feng Yaya.

The hurricane generated by the peacock’s wings was like a dense array of knives, causing mountains to collapse at its touch, shearing off a piece of Turtle Mountain in an instant.

Luckily, these past few days, the External Appearance had fully solidified, otherwise it would have been breached instantly.

“Go!”

Su He clenched Feng Yaya in his mouth, and the waves churned beneath him as he hurried toward the entrance.

Behind him, the peacock fully materialized, and with a flap of its wings, a sudden hurricane appeared, the water waves Su He generated were instantly sucked high into the air, preventing him from using the waves to move and drastically slowing down his speed.

Su He let out an angry roar and once again condensed the water waves, but again they were sucked up into the air as if weightless.

Dozens of miles away from the mouth of the cave and relying only on turtle’s pace crawling, it seemed hopeless.

They couldn’t get away.

“Aow~” The peacock behind him called out.

The call was unpleasant, but it was filled with an imperious majesty, exuding supremacy.

A Dragon Turtle Shadow roared within his Mind Orifice.

Su He issued a huffing sound from his mouth, like a bristling fierce tiger.

“Aow~”

“Ow!” Su He suddenly turned and faced the peacock, letting out a Dragon Turtle Long Chant, his Divine God Might unfolding, resisting the call of the peacock while swelling with indomitable pride, his body’s Dragon Turtle True Blood Qi uncontrollably erupting.

The Dragon Turtle was not inferior!

“Ow!” The call was long and powerful, as if it came from the primeval wilderness.

In the high sky, the peacock lowered its head.

Struggle and then spirit appeared in its hollow eyes.

An ear-pleasing voice penetrated Su He’s ears, “Divine God Beast?

Dragon Turtle?

Are you also learning from the humans to enslave me?”

The voice turned from pleasant to icy cold.

Su He was stunned for a moment, then jumped in protest, “Don’t wrong me, do you think I can do that?

You’re attacking me, and I can’t even escape, you know?”

Feng Yaya nodded her head at the side.

“Sorry.” The peacock looked at Su He with a hint of surprise, “You, whose child are you?”

Divine God Beasts were rare, and most knew of one another.

Su He shook his head, unsure of the origins of his Dragon Turtle Bloodline—it couldn’t be solely due to the Demonic Fruit.

The fruit might have enhanced the bloodline, but there should have been some kind of catalyst.

His birth mother had been found, just an ordinary Grass Turtle, now cared for in Elder Ge’s small courtyard, pampered by Su He.

As for his father—when found, only a not-yet-dried Turtle Shell remained, having been lost to the talons of a hawk, with no trace of the Dragon Turtle bloodline.

Su He guessed that he might be a throwback.

Perhaps many generations ago, there was a slight connection with the Dragon Turtle?

“Poor child,” the peacock sympathized, “That’s the trouble with Dragon Turtles, they have a nature too lascivious.”