Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 588 - 588 136 Do Not Bang the Drum!_1

588: Chapter 136 Do Not Bang the Drum!_1 588: Chapter 136 Do Not Bang the Drum!_1 “Aaah!” A dragon’s chant.

Above the Star Sea Continent, the mountains stretched for miles, shrouded in elusive fog.

In any given area, the Spiritual Energy had already condensed into liquid, occasionally giving rise to a light Lingqi rain.

No wonder there were rumors that Star Sea once belonged to the Fairy Realm.

Those who pushed open the doors to the Fairy Realm settled here.

It’s a pity that such a realm has now turned into hell; the Spiritual Energy here is poisonous.

Those not of their Boundary Status should not tread here lightly.

In the midst of this fog, a dragon’s chant shook the Star River, and a mountain range cried out like a dragon, attempting to leave the mainland and head for the regions beyond the Star River.

An elder of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace blocked its way.

The elder, dressed in an official robe, no longer bore inscriptions such as prison, pawn, or cell, but was embroidered with Star Fate linked by Iron Chain.

This was the oldest of the Twelve Ancestors of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace, whose rise began with his grandfather’s generation and who truly unified the Sealed Emperor Great World in his hands.

The war with the Mystery Yellow Big World began under his watch.

He smiled at the mountain range and spoke, “Fellow Daoist, why the rush?

Thai Friends by Tai’s side are all juniors, with only Yuan Sovereign Clan’s Feng and that Big Freedom Bodhisattva being peers.

Are you afraid that something might befall Thai Friends?”

The mountain range, like a dragon, opened its eyes and looked at him as if staring at a dead man.

Of the Twelve Ancestors of the Sealed Emperor Palace, only the first three could truly be compared with the ancestors of the Four Spirits.

Of course, the Old Qilin is not fond of fighting and thus does not count.

Moreover, the Old Qilin and the Tao Master have ventured deep into the mainland.

Even if they rushed back immediately, it would be impossible for them to return within thirty to fifty years.

The Great Ancestor of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace smiled as he faced the endless mountain range.

This was where he blocked the Old Dragon, while in Qing Si, it was his son.

That Old Phoenix could not come out of the passage at the moment.

The Old Turtle should have been sealed for ten million years!

Once Tai is sealed, the other three Spirits can be broken one by one.

The mountain range looked at the trembling Star River and then back at the Sealing Ancestor before letting out a heavy chuckle, “Since fellow Daoist is here to block me, you must be in a hurry, clearly out of options.

Why don’t we have a go?

Otherwise, when the Old turtle comes out and finds me shirking my duties, he won’t let things slide so easily!”

“Good!” The Great Ancestor of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace chuckled, “It has been millions of years since I’ve exchanged doctrines with fellow Daoist.

It’ll be good to spar, but…

should I be fortunate enough to win a round or two, perhaps fellow Daoist could tell me where the other Four Spirits have gone these ten million years?”

The ancestors of the Four Spirits all existed ten million years ago, while the following generations of the Four Spirits were mostly from the last million years.

Even the oldest ones, such as Yuan Feng, were barely over a million, maybe a million two or three hundred thousand years old.

The Four Spirits of the past indeed had fewer numbers, with a new one born every two to three million years being quite normal.

There were also accidental deaths, but who would believe that they all died accidentally?

Where were they?

The Old Dragon chuckled, “Fellow Daoist, why not try to defeat me first?”

As they were talking, a golden light burst into the sky from the distant Star River, and a Bodhisattva Dharma shattered with a boom.

The Great Ancestor of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace laughed, “Look, that Old Turtle can really fight, can’t he?

I’ve sensed several of its offspring have fallen.”

…

The Yuan Sovereign Clan’s great drum boomed, cracked like porcelain, but bound by five iron chains.

On it sat the Big Ease Bodhisattva, in a meditative pose, one hand holding a flower, the other quelling the earth.

His face was deathly pale.

The Old Turtle’s ferocity was too much; even through the sound of three drums, it could kill.

Five elders of the Sealed Emperor Palace were beaten to near death by him, and his Dharma also shattered, unable to recover for thirty to fifty thousand years.

Looking outward, Yuan Feng sank into the North Underworld, his body slowly dissolving.

Yet as an ancestor, Yuan Feng had an icy expression, startled but not panicked, and temporarily parted the North Underworld using a punch.

With a leap, he brought the North Underworld crashing into the great drum, his voice solemn, “Remember your promises, release my clansmen!”

Mournful cries came from atop the drum.

Yuan Feng slammed into the great drum, his body shattering.

Half of him was devoured by the North Underworld in an instant, while the other half turned into a streak of light merging into the drum.

This light, like threads, began stitching together the cracks on the drum, countless tiny stitches, creating a chilling horror.

Inside the drum, the palace hall began to reform, within which sat the unmoved Thai Zu.

He only frowned when he saw the thread, saying, “Using one’s body as a sacrifice for the spirit?”

The Yuan Sovereign Clan’s born-with Magic Artifact had no Artifact Spirit, but over long periods of cultivation, some genius Magic Artifacts could condense an Artifact Spirit.

Yuan Feng had once done so.

He had shattered his Artifact Spirit to transform into the current great drum outside, intending to use it to seal him!

The Yuan Sovereign Clan’s various lineages had different talents; those who awakened the sound of three drums were of the battlefield drum-encouraging kind, not adept at fighting.

The Stone Drum was also extremely fragile.

If he used the Stone Drum to seal, with one swipe of his paw, he could shatter it.

Once the Stone Drum broke, the Artifact Spirit would naturally cease to exist.

However, the Artifact Spirit itself was of a very high grade, similar to how some Cultivators had weak flesh bodies but strong Divine God Souls.

As long as the Stone Drum wasn’t broken, the Artifact Spirit would exist forever.

Only, they hadn’t anticipated that Thai Zu would be so powerful that even the combined efforts of the Yuan Sovereign Clan, Buddha World, and Sealed Emperor’s Palace couldn’t seal him.

Yuan Feng’s self-sacrifice was naturally not in search of death.

The Yuan Sovereign Clan’s traits always allowed for a chance of return.

But any return would surely be after Thai Zu broke free from the seal.

After a long time…

The thread stitched the drum Spirit and inside the great drum, a remnant image of Yuan Feng took form, and upon appearing, its expression suddenly changed!

Wrong!

Where’s my drum?!

His Spirit Wisdom ceased, maintained only by the Ice Heart at the center of his brows.

The connection to the born-with Magic Artifact had always been intermittent, and having shattered and refined the Artifact Spirit, he feared the Old turtle might detect some hint and refuse to touch the drum.