Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 634 - 634 150 Another Half of the Hall_3

634: Chapter 150 Another Half of the Hall_3 634: Chapter 150 Another Half of the Hall_3 He crashed through seven icebergs before he finally came to a halt.

The palm imprint unleashed by Yuan Xiang also burst apart thunderously.

A sweet taste in Su He’s mouth was followed by a mouthful of Turtle Blood, but as soon as it was spat out, the Toad had already leaped out, swiping its claw to collect it.

It was the norm for Cultivators to never allow their blood to fall outside their bodies.

“That was powerful!” Su He shook his head and stood up.

It seemed he really had to open the Second Heaven, wondering if the Wasteland Ancestor would come to the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky?

If he did, the first thing would be to find the Wasteland Ancestor and draw from the Kangua!

Su He stirred his body, climbing towards the outside of the iceberg.

He might not be able to defeat the Yuan Xiang, but it was impossible for Yuan Xiang to kill him, especially since they had already separated.

Outside, three monks at Stepping Sky Five-fold behind Yuan Xiang waved their hands together, scattering the Phoenix True Fire, while the one at Stepping Sky Four-fold, who did not get hit much by the Phoenix True Fire, suddenly had his flesh and skin ignite.

“Senior Brother, save me!” He erupted his body’s true essence, desperately trying to get rid of the Phoenix True Fire and called out to Yuan Xiang.

Yuan Xiang looked back, “Junior Brother, your experience is still lacking.”

He chanted a Buddhist hymn and with a grab extinguished the True Fire, turning around to send several palms strikes towards where Su He was.

In an instant, the sky shattered and the ground cracked.

Su He dodged the Buddha’s Palm, transforming into his Peacock Body and flapping his wings to rise, ready for a strategic retreat, when his eyes suddenly lit up and he plunged downward.

Yuan Xiang was stunned and leaped in pursuit, “Evildoer!

This is the land of our Buddhist sect!

If you dare to snatch, I will not rest until you are dead!”

This wasn’t the Buddhist usual “Fate brings us together” but rather, after a few palm strikes, the ice field exploded, revealing a lake beneath, and at the bottom of the lake, there was a half-sunken hall.

The rules of Mystery Yellow Cave Sky state that what he forced out, naturally belonged to him.

But the Dragon-Turtle had no shame, plunging headfirst into the lake water, immediately transforming into a Dragon-Turtle body, and rushing into the great hall.

Yuan Xiang closely followed, imitating the Dragon-Turtle and ramming towards the hall, but he was repelled by the hall and bounced back to the surface with a splash.

He was unable to enter the great hall!

His disciples caught up, “Senior Brother!

It’s this kind of hall!

It’s also half-sunken, the other half is located inside the canyon, we can’t get in!”

Yuan Xiang, the monk, quietly looked at the hall, silent without speaking.

Somehow, he could sense that this hall was extraordinary.

“Form the array, guard!

We wait here for the Dragon-Turtle to come out!

Upon its emergence, immediately suppress and kill!” Yuan Xiang’s expression was cold as ice.

“Yes, Senior Brother!” The four monks sat in the four cardinal directions, forming an array that enveloped the hall, their killing intent boiling as they stared at it as if dead.

Inside the hall, Su He was stunned.

The crumbling hall seemed like it had been split by a sword, but the lake water outside did not leak in.

In one corner of the hall, eighty-seven Stone Statues, either sitting or lying down, in casual postures as if they were holding a great Dao debate.

Canchen Senior, Predecessor of War Cultivation, Senior Nanming, Akaki Warabe… the people of Qianjiang were indeed all here.

But Qianjiang only had twenty or thirty people, while here, there were eighty-seven Stone Statues.

Could these two be Junlan and Junlan Fairy?

So, they were not originally one person?

Were they siblings in this life?

Su He looked around, his heart inexplicably trembling.

The eighty-seven lively statues, drinking, singing, playing the zither… none seemed to take death seriously.

Yet this carefree attitude left Su He feeling somewhat out of place.

He turned to look at the place where the bodies were stored; there were no bodies, just a pool of water.

The pool lacked a side, yet the water writhed without spilling out.

The empty hall, apart from the pool and eighty-seven Stone Statues, was devoid of anything else.

The Immortal Sovereign from those days left not a single word, as if this place had been abandoned or perhaps someone had come to destroy everything, wiping clean all traces.

The only difference was that as soon as he entered, his Inner World’s Master Trigram’s Dao Rhyme wouldn’t stop jumping, continuously being absorbed by the little Master Trigram.

The Master Trigram was here!

Su He fell silent.

Groundwater Teacher, braving the dangers yet flowing smoothly.

It seems to be recounting the story of these predecessors who entered into the cycle of reincarnation.

Or perhaps, only in the presence of the Master Trigram could they venture forth and succeed?

Su He looked at the stone statues, bowed his head slightly, “Thank you for granting me the grace of life, Su He has returned!”

There was no response in the grand hall.

No one knew how long it had been since someone had been here.

Only the Master Trigram continued to bounce and fulfill its duty.

Su He looked around, the hall was still vast even though only half of it remained, being at least three to four miles in width and length.

If the other smaller half was included, it would be even more enormous.

The cut was neat and even, the surfaces were smooth, truly as if cut by a single sword stroke— the cultivator who performed the cutting must have had an exceptionally high level of cultivation.

Half of the grand hall lay within the gorge, and the other half was situated in the middle of this lake.

Although split by the sword, the waters outside could not flow in through the divided section; the cut became a waterfall, forming a wall of water blocking both sight and Divine Sense from penetrating.

Su He’s claws traced through the water, causing ripples to spread across the pool, but nothing was amiss.

Looking up through the skylight, one could see the monks outside forming a Big Array, sealing off the entire lake.

They were waiting for the rabbit to fall into the trap, expecting Su He to walk right into it!

Su He fell silent for a moment then said solemnly, “Predecessors, I am Su He.

I have returned today.

Are you still here?”

There was no response in the grand hall, only echoes.

After a while, Su He spoke again, “Predecessors, I need to draw from the Master Trigram; if this hinders you in any way, please do stop me!”

No response came.

Instead, the little Master Trigram in his Inner World began to draw more eagerly, as if fearing that Su He might forcefully stop it at any moment.

Su He took a deep breath and searched in all directions, but he could not locate the Master Trigram.

It was just the little Master Trigram indistinctly drawing from somewhere.

The hexagrams remained hidden, eluding everyone’s search, regardless of how high their Tao Cultivation might be!

Master Trigram shouldn’t have too great an impact on the predecessors’ reincarnations, right?

The cultivators from Qianjiang had successfully reincarnated, hadn’t they?

It’s just unclear whether the remaining predecessors had succeeded in reincarnation and were now unrecognizable to Su He, or if they were still in the cycle of reincarnation.

Su He fell silent for a moment and walked over to a stone statue.

He slowly lay prostrate below it.

The waves beneath him flowed gently, nourishing his body.

His body slowly recovered as the little Master Trigram joyfully bounced, ceaselessly drawing in the Tao Rhythm of the Master Trigram.

Su He released all the treasures from the External Space, the storage bag, and the Third Emperor’s Ring.

Without any surprises, the second Opening Heaven Divine Artifact should soon be fully consolidated.

There were enough hexagrams, but—the Origin World wasn’t enough!

He wondered if drawing from all these treasures would fully consolidate the second Opening Heaven Divine Artifact and support the Opening of Heaven.

As Su He pondered, he suddenly felt a movement in his heart and looked up through the skylight.

He saw a streak of pitch-black light coming from outside—it was a Phoenix Feather used as a Sword of Letter Transmission, shooting towards this place in a clumsy, zigzagging path.

The speed was slow, and treasure seekers trailed after it.

The Phoenix Feather headed straight for the underwater palace.

Yuan Xinag and the other monks had already completely changed their expressions, unable to comprehend why so many people had arrived here!

Phoenix Feather!

He harrumphed and reached out to grab the Phoenix Feather.

A flash of green light from the feather repelled him in an instant.

Laughter erupted from the following cultivators, “Ho!

Isn’t that a Child of the Buddha World?

Trying to intercept a Sword of Letter Transmission halfway?”

“What about Buddha’s Son?” someone teased, “Didn’t you see the storage bag on the sword?

It’s bulging with who knows how many treasures.”

“Exactly!” another person chimed in, “The sword is flying so clumsily, and it came from the very top.

It must mean that a Greater Power obtained treasures but is on the brink of death, and had no choice but to send them to their disciple.”

“Such treasures should be shared by all who see them!”

“Right, right, being able to refine a Phoenix Feather into a Flying Sword, perhaps it belongs to a powerful figure from the Ten Major Immortal Doors of the Mystery Huang World.”

“It could also be from the Sealed Emperor’s Palace.”

The crowd laughed, pursuing the path the sword had taken as it descended to the depths, with nowhere left to flee.

They saw the Phoenix Feather pierce through the Formation and dive straight into the lake bottom.

In the moment it shot through the Formation, suddenly a grand hall became visible and the Flying Sword entered directly into the hall.

The people fell silent, their gazes turning towards Yuan Xiang.