Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 330 - 330 52 Six Thousand Years_4

330: Chapter 52 Six Thousand Years_4 330: Chapter 52 Six Thousand Years_4 The Canchen Taoist had already designed the Dot Ink, complete with a foolproof tutorial for the ritual refining process.

However, Su He hadn’t started due to a lack of materials.

After all, the entire process of Dot Ink from start to finish required materials from Divine God Beasts.

Such things were beyond Su He’s reach.

His thoughts a jumble, he turned his gaze toward the cliff behind the massive Ancient Locust Turtle Egg, where a cave abode frequently flashed with the gleam of treasure.

This was one of the many treasure vaults of the Ancient Locust.

“Uncle Huai, lend me some materials, I want to refine an Opening Heaven Divine Artifact!” Su He patted the Turtle Egg beneath him, whispering.

The Turtle Egg showed no response.

Su He’s Domain flashed into existence, forming a Domain Avatar that flew toward the treasure vault.

Moments later, it landed in front of Su He carrying a pile of riches.

It was too bad; the Dragon Turtle Tribe had a custom of supporting their juniors with funds.

Even if he took the treasures quietly, like a thief, no divine punishment would come.

Within the Mountain and Sea Mystery Realm, Su He also had the support of his clan’s small world treasures, which he had only partially used.

He could check and borrow other Dragon Turtle elders’ treasures as long as he returned them once he came of age.

Borrowing with the intention of returning did not count as theft or robbery, so no divine punishment would come.

The Toad leaped out from the Profound Realm to replenish the materials needed for the Opening Heaven Divine Artifact.

Lying bored on the Turtle Egg, it said to Su He, “When will you let Ya Ya go out and conquer the world?

Life is so boring these days.”

It was more interesting to accompany Ya Ya in battles and act as the Prime Minister; those were the most joyful days it had experienced in thousands of years.

It’s a pity it couldn’t take advantage of Ya Ya’s rebellion when transforming into a Transforming Beast…

Huh?

A light suddenly sparked in the Toad’s eyes.

The Soul Beast and its master were one; it was Su He, and Su He was it.

Su He was now the legitimate father of Ya Ya.

So that made it…

The Emperor Emeritus?!

Theoretically speaking, it was indeed the legitimate Emperor Emeritus, no doubt about it!

The Toad shrank under Su He’s Shell, avoiding the Chaotic Edge, its eyes lighting up.

Su He looked at the messy materials in front of him, closed his eyes to ponder, reviewing Canchen Senior’s design for the Dot Ink in his mind twice to confirm there were no mistakes, before he began the artifact refining.

He took the various materials one by one into his Inner World; some were placed in the coldest depths of the abyss, and others were thrown into the majestic volcanoes within his Inner World.

The Toad appeared on its own initiative, monitoring the changes in the equipment.

The Dot Ink was to be the body of the Opening Heaven Pen refined for the Inner World; naturally the refining process had to occur within the Inner World, so that it would inherently carry the Tao Rhythm of Su He’s Inner World and could merge with the Opening Heaven Pen.

The leg bone of the Kui Cow served as the shaft, and the wolf’s bristles of the Greedy Wolf made the tip.

He threw the Kui Cow leg bone into the volcano, and the Origin World energies of the Eternal Trigram surged in, transforming into the Spiritual Power of the volcano.

Volcanic magma erupted skyward, yet was forcibly suppressed by Su He, preventing the energy from dispersing.

The Kui Cow was special; materials from the Kui Cow Divine God Beast occasionally appeared in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, yet no living Kui Cow Divine God Beast had ever been seen.

It was likely extinct in the river of time.

Refining artifacts in the Inner World did not require foreign flames—a mere volcano sufficed, but it drew upon the entire world’s power for the refining.

Time passed bit by bit, the years and seasons unknown.

Chaos did not count the years, so there was no way to judge the length of time.

Su He devoted only a sliver of consciousness to the Inner World, mainly relying on the Toad for control.

Su He’s attention was outside, as the Chaotic Edge cut and slashed at the Sly Soaring Snake.

After an indeterminate amount of time, a dull drum sound came from the depths of Chaos—within Chaos there was no distance, no direction; as long as it was not in front of you, anywhere was the depths of Chaos.

Su He’s eyes suddenly opened wide.

In the middle of Chaos, where everything was null, to hear a sound was astonishing!

There was something wrong with that sound!

With the drumbeat, the twisted, sneaky auras that formed the Soaring Snakes seemed to have heard a command, thronging toward the direction of the drumbeat.

Had Uncle Lei thought of a method to completely exterminate these Sly Soaring Snakes?

A glimmer of hope appeared in Su He’s eyes, but he then shook his head.

Uncle Lei would not venture into this patch of Chaos.

He wouldn’t come near Uncle Huai and Uncle Zhu’s Egg.

Within the Mountain and Sea Mystery Realm, Su He uttered a long chant, reporting the situation to Green Thunder.

Beneath him, the waves surged as he rose upon them, charging straight toward the source of the drumbeats.

In a deserted void, Green Thunder spanned the starry sky, facing Ji Feixue.

The surveillance Symbols left in the Bronze Mirror by Feng Yin had landed with Ji Feixue; naturally, he had to come to see what was happening.

He could also ask Ji Feixue for help in interrogating Seal without Extravagance.

When it comes to interrogation, lunatics are always more skilled than sane people.

But before he could start working, Su He’s chanting from the Mountain and Sea Mystery Realm had already passed over, voice after voice.

Green Thunder looked at Ji Feixue in surprise, “The young lad from the Seal Emperor’s Palace that you released has entered the Chaos of the Prosperous Divine Great World.”

Ji Feixue looked up.

Green Thunder flashed, already vanishing in the starry sky.

A Stone Drum Altar that could attract the Sly Soaring Snakes was something he could not ignore.

…

In the middle of Chaos, a young man around twenty-two or twenty-three years old stood motionless.

Iron Chains hung from his hands into Chaos.

When Su He arrived, the young man was in the opposite direction to him, head down and feet up.

There are no cardinal points within Chaos; from any angle, one felt they were right-side up.

Dressed in black, bound with Iron Chains, he was of the royal bloodline of the Sealed Emperor Great World Royal Family.

Su He glanced at him briefly, his gaze settling on the Stone Drum beside him.

Four Soaring Snake stone statues, with wings spread and wingtips touching, bows their heads slightly, facing the four cardinal directions.

A Stone Drum was placed on top of the snakes’ heads.

It was a drum, yet also seemed like an altar.

Each time the altar moved slightly, a muffled drumbeat would sound, and from all around in Chaos, Sly Soaring Snakes made from ghostly auras came in an endless stream, merging into the altar.

“Who are you?

Did you create these Sly Soaring Snakes?” Su He narrowed his eyes, sending out his Divine Sense while narrating the situation to Green Thunder through the Mountain and Sea.

“Sealed Emperor’s Palace, Feng Yin!

I kindly ask you to step aside.” Feng Yin’s complexion was awful as he responded with his Divine Sense.

Previously, he had met with the Dragon Turtle Tribe’s Green Thunder in the Prosperous Divine Great World alongside his uncle, Xuan Jing King, but the Yuan Sovereign Clan suddenly awoke.

Left with no choice, old Xuan Jing King had to distract Green Thunder’s attention alone, sending him to remove the revived Yuan Sovereign Clan members.