Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 213 - 213 053 Dao Foundation_2

213: Chapter 053: Dao Foundation_2 213: Chapter 053: Dao Foundation_2 Water plants pecked at the body of the Soaring Snake, but not a single White Turtle was to be seen.

Even the White Turtle that the Soaring Snake had swallowed into its belly had disappeared without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time, the Soaring Snake slowly awoke, exhaling a string of bubbles, and lifted its head in confusion, staring at the unfamiliar lake.

The character “Moon” in the center of its forehead shimmered brightly, and a character “Elder” next to it slowly became visible.

The words “Moon Elder” spun side by side, forming a wonderful pattern.

It truly resembled an old man under the moonlight, holding books and twisting threads with a smile on his face.

It did not pay attention to the water plants that continued to attack and swished its tail, swimming to the surface and quietly looking in the direction of the canyon.

It could feel that a clan brother had died…

The Little Turtle had used some method to kill a Soaring Snake far beyond its Boundary Status, but without thinking, it knew it must have been a despicable means.

At this moment, there should be elders from its clan outside the Secret Land.

Should it summon an elder to enter and directly extirpate this Little Turtle without any regard for the rules?

Even if an elder fell, being able to kill a Dragon Turtle one-on-one would still be a sure profit.

No sooner had this thought emerged than it became uncontrollable.

Several times the snake felt tempted to return, but ultimately it lifted its tail and whipped itself, bringing a bit of clarity to its head.

This thought was too terrible.

How could the clan elders be reduced to pawns?

Even if the Soaring Snake Clan was not as harmonious as the Four Spirits, such thoughts should not be entertained.

It shook its tail and swam towards the canyon once more.

This time it was smarter, not flying directly, and stopped upon entering the valley.

The valley was filled with thunder, but that thunder targeted waste pollution and was very effective.

It would bathe in the thunder right here, healing its injuries.

The Dragon Turtle had only this one path to take, so it waited here.

Whatever he obtained, it would snatch away.

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Su He passed through the furnace wall and was greeted by the refreshing scent of flowers and the chirps and calls of insects.

The Pill Room was a world of its own.

Looking around, there was no end in sight, nor was there any sight of “Pill.”

It was summer night here, with a full moon hanging high above and scattered stars, the moonlight casting a tranquil silence.

The toad had not followed in.

Su He called out in his heart, only to hear the toad let out a disdainful cold snort.

With a light chuckle, Su He thought that the toad must have just had offspring, making it emotionally unstable.

It was fine if it didn’t come in—there were no other exits in the Fire Chamber, and the temperature wouldn’t suddenly spike, making it quite safe.

White Spirit gave him a pat with its paw, leaving information about the Fire Chamber; it must be safe…

could it be that White Spirit left the toad in the Fire Chamber?

Otherwise, why would it tell him only about the safety of the Fire Chamber?

Given White Spirit’s nature, it was capable of doing just that.

Su He traversed the waves, moving through the night that was like water.

His pace neither fast nor slow; by the time it was bright, he had crossed the Mountain Forest, with a great river sprawling across his path.

Su He followed the river downstream.

For two or three days, he went downstream, with fish searching for food, and shrimp and crabs in pursuit.

But he neither saw Cultivators, nor Exotic Beasts, nor Divine God Beasts…

This was a world without divine wonders.

The only divinity was Su He himself, but he did not belong to this world—for not a single beast or fish in this world could see him.

It was as if he were detached from the world.

Even the flow of time was amiss, a single disdainful complaint from the toad took months to fully transmit over, stretching a single sentence into several months.

It was like accompanying background music.

This world was incredibly wondrous.

After walking millions of li, Su He gradually adapted to it and even forgot about the outside world—not forgetting per se, but subconsciously neglecting.

Even the voice of the toad turned into sleep talk.

Su He climbed high mountains and descended into deep abysses, looking all around without a sight of “Pill.” He wandered aimlessly, just wandering about, through spring, summer, autumn, and winter, from the cold to the heat.

Watching the fish compete for food, watching the birds spread their wings.

Watching the grass grow and the warblers fly, from a prosperous sea into a mulberry field…

Su He never stopped, from east to west, from south to north.

He watched the mountains flatten, the wastelands turn to seacoasts.

This was a planet, with shores beyond the oceans, with glaciers, with deserts, with familiar beasts silently passing away, and with strange creatures quietly emerging.

Su He didn’t know what he was doing in this place, until he encountered humans.

At some point, people gradually appeared along the riverbank, dressed in animal skins, gathering fruits and hunting.

They kneeled to thunder and bowed to wind and rain.

Thirty formed groups, and a hundred formed tribes.

Su He stopped, watching from the river as they slowly developed.

The river changed its course again and again; some tribes perished while others flourished.

People shed their animal skins and donned hemp clothes, farming with fire and hoe.

Su He saw flag for the first time—how ugly it was!

This tribe was named Jie, and it was the most potent within the four directions, with twenty to thirty thousand members.

Rules and manners emerged, along with class and war.

They fought against heaven, against people, with more wailing and more joy.

Blood drenched the earth; after death, some were buried in the soil, submerged in water, or spread over the high mountains and trees.

Their souls, their flesh, their spirits fully merged into this world.

Generation after generation became more civilized, yet more barbaric, reaching farther and desiring more, making war into an art.

History seemed to begin its cycle anew.

Su He emerged from the water, entering the Mountain Forest.

Cicadas flew and landed on trees to lay their eggs; autumn passed, winter arrived, spring came, and summer followed, with the eggs hatching into young insects that fell into the soil, hiding among the roots.

They sucked root sap, barely surviving.

Children dug for insects; thus, they hid even deeper.

Throughout the summer and autumn, they never emerged once, and with snowfall, they hid even deeper still.

Watching these insects, these mountains, these waters, and the tribes outside the forest…

Su He stayed apart from the heavens and earth, the feeling of not belonging to this world growing even stronger.

A realization began to dawn in the depths of his heart.

In the Heritage Sea within the Intention Orifice Dao Palace, the Heritage Dragon Turtle hummed softly and lowered its head slightly.

A star from its eyes uncontrollably shot down into Su He’s Intention Orifice, integrating into his body.