Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 188 - 188 044 Meeting_3

188: Chapter 044: Meeting_3 188: Chapter 044: Meeting_3 Magic Skill: The Technique of Fire Cloud.

This is a fire-based magic skill which naturally clashes with Su He’s attributes.

It hadn’t been intended for cultivation but merely as a piece of knowledge to reference.

A miscalculation, this should have been done just now.

He chose a useless skill while the toad forcefully snatched Divine Skills.

The two exchanged glances before diving back into the Tao Palace, and after a short while, they came out again.

A spinning die was balanced on the toad’s head.

Four points.

Divine Skills: Mountain Divine God, Bearing the Mountain.

Magic Skill: Divine God Fire Source.

The tingling itched more intensely, now accompanied by a stinging pain.

The pain steadily increased in just moments.

Su He clenched his teeth and roared.

No wonder that before ancient times, all Divine God Beasts who endured the Heavenly Tribulation would fall into a long slumber.

Back then, Tao Palaces didn’t exist, and the inheritance from the tribulation would flood into the mind, with Divine Skills awakening in the cubs simultaneously.

Without falling into a slumber, one simply couldn’t adapt.

Tao Palace wasn’t something that Dragon Turtles naturally possessed; it was the result of ancestors with greater power suppressing the bloodline and artificially condensing it.

With each passing generation, the Dragon Turtle inheritance became more abundant.

If left uncontrolled, activation directly through the bloodline could even awaken Divine Skills with clashing attributes.

If one didn’t die under the Heavenly Tribulation, they could die from their own inheritance – that would truly be an unjust death.

Turtles have Tao Palace, Dragons have Dragon Gate, Phoenixes have Phoenix Marrow – all capable of suppressing their own inheritance.

Adding an insurance, providing a chance for future generations to choose.

“In the short term, you cannot inherit any more legacies; otherwise, you really might fall into a deep sleep,” the toad spoke leisurely.

Such sleep was not a matter of three days or five days; at the least, it would be measured in years.

In ancient times, surviving the Heavenly Tribulation and sleeping for hundreds of years was quite normal.

Su He chuckled, his conscious again entering the Tao Palace.

He didn’t plan to touch the inheritance but instead focused on the turtle shell, checking the experiences of his predecessors.

The toad exited the Intention Orifice, landed on Su He’s shell, and looked at the pouring rain, idly tapping on his shell.

Talismanes coalesced on its claws, sometimes striking towards Su He’s sea of consciousness, sometimes hitting itself.

At times, it retracted the talismans to make slight modifications.

Each talisman was unique to Soul Beasts, containing notions of “Sealing,” “Cutting off,” “Blocking,” and so on.

These were talismans meant to sever their memories, vision, and hearing from one another.

It never wished to acknowledge a master.

When Soul Beasts acknowledge a master, they take on a subordinate status and over time, they begin to become more like their masters.

It was much better to disable these functions.

Besides, a frog too desires privacy.

Of course, they could only be disabled, not completely severed.

If one wanted to reactivate them, they could be re-enabled instantly with mutual consent.

After completing all this and Su He still hadn’t awakened, the toad leapt into the Mountain and Sea Mystery Realm.

It was still on that island in the sea, where there were only trees and not even the sound of bird calls.

Only the roars of sleeping Dragon Turtles echoed, those fellows had awakened again and were discussing how to modify the Bright Mirror.

The toad was uninterested in this; it took an axe from its belly pocket and began to fell trees with a ding and clang, setting up a sacrificial altar on the island.

This island was now Su He’s territory in the Profound Realm.

It was unknowingly far from the other Dragon Turtles’ locations; it was impossible to expect the old ancestor to bring him to the valley each time he needed to examine data.

Planning and constructing the Profound Realm was both an instinct and duty of Soul Beasts.

Amid the discussions of the other Dragon Turtles, the toad would occasionally croak, interjecting a few words, and various materials would fly in from the mainland.

Crystal Jade Bi, to summon the sacrificial altar.

The toad methodically reconstructed everything.

It wasn’t a magnificent structure like Thai Zu’s valley, but a single white jade column and a Jade Bi.

Su He had enough to use.

With this pillar in place, Su He no longer needed to be led by the toad each time, and he himself could split off a wisp of his consciousness to enter the Mountain and Sea Mystery Realm.

It wasn’t until three days later that Su He slowly awoke.

He let out a long howl towards the sky, his voice brimming with excitement.

Although Divine Skills were temporarily inaccessible, and one could not become fat with a single bite, it was better to first allow his body to adapt.

But this period of slumber had been greatly fruitful!

Indeed, compared to Divine Skills, the experiences of the seniors were far more precious.

Su He now had a slight clue about the path ahead—advancing to the next realm, and opening the heaven with the Boundary Pearl.

However, it still wasn’t enough.

It would be best to have a few more embryonic small worlds to experiment with.

And it would be even better to visit some extreme environments with pure attributes, such as deserts, Earth’s magma, or Polar Ice Cold Lands.

This was not urgent; there was plenty of time.

The toad sensed his awakening and hopped out of the Profound Realm onto Su He’s turtle shell.

It took out a small Jade Bi from its pocket, with flowing inscriptions on it.

“Elder Luo wants you to collect a drop of Ya Ya’s blood for him, he needs it to amend the Transforming Beast Guide.

He also wants you to gather the fragments of the Door of Three Lives on East Cloud Mountain.”

The Door of Three Lives is broken?

Feng Yi Ju has offended Uncle Luo?

Su He’s eyes lit up.

Is Feng Yi Ju really that daring?

He might not have understood before, but after reading through the experiences of the seniors—Su He felt that what Gu Luo said, about Dragon Turtles being at one level and cultivators at two levels.

This old turtle couldn’t be bluffing him, could he?

At least from what he saw in the seniors’ teaching memories, Dragon Turtles playing with cultivators of the same rank was truly easy.

Even easier than disciplining one’s child!

A White Spirit that has just overcome the Heavenly Tribulation could single-handedly take on a group at Step Five of Demonic, with a leisurely stroll at that.

Su He didn’t consider himself on par with White Spirit, but surely he was at least more than equivalent to Step Three of Demonic, right?

He felt that he could simultaneously fight three to five of those at Step Five from White Spirit’s memory without any problem.

“Let’s go!” he said to the toad as he turned and swam towards the Space Gate.

The Transforming Beast Guide was a strange one, and changing it was no easy feat.

Ya Ya was still trapped in the Dragon Turtle’s world within the World of White Spirit.

To get her blood, he had to return to the World of White Spirit.

Su Huanian should be able to locate it.

If not, he would have to find Uncle Luo.

With a patron like that supporting him, he felt much more confident.

Having already left a mark in this small world, he could leave it completely, venture out to the Polar Ice Cold Land to see, gain some experience, and then return to try constructing this small world.

Su He peeked out from the Space Gate and looked outside.

It was still East Cloud Mountain, but it had completely changed beyond recognition—the terrain had transformed, and rivers had shifted.

The mountain peak where Xuanqing Temple was located had been sliced off by a sword.

Around it, not a blade of grass grew, only the unmelting snow piled up.

Considering the time, it had just entered autumn not long ago.

Su He smelled the scent of domains from the snow.

Su Hua, dressed in white, stood quietly outside the door, holding the Immortal Sword, letting snowflakes flurry and fall onto her.

She seemed like an ice sculpture covered with thin snow, glimpsed through the crevice of a door by Su He awakening during his winter hibernation.

But she was not an ice sculpture.

When she saw Su He’s sneaky peeking out, the corners of her mouth rose with a faint smile.

He gazed at Su He, who had changed so much after a long time.

One was no longer the Sect Leader’s wife, the other had already become a Dragon Turtle that all heavens and myriad realms had to look up to.

“Congratulations.”

The Fairy’s red lips parted slightly as she said softly.