Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 643 - 643 153 Power of Time_3

643: Chapter 153: Power of Time_3 643: Chapter 153: Power of Time_3 Qing turned her head to see the palm-sized Artifact Spirit on Su Huanian’s Immortal Sword waving its hand at her, signaling Qing to use her.

The Immortal Sword that held together an Artifact Spirit naturally wouldn’t allow anyone but its owner to wield it, yet Qing was an exception to this rule.

With a single flap of her wings, Qing sent the Immortal Sword into the Sky Killing Array.

Supplied with Qing’s True Yuan, the Immortal Sword emitted a ringing sound and instantly pierced through Feng Yi.

Feng Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at the Divine Skills and the Big Array that enveloped him, he knew there was no escape.

He then saw the Immortal Sword slashing towards him again and knew that there was no route to survival left.

Yet he smiled with a corner of his lips turned up, baring his teeth.

Completely disregarding the Big Array that surrounded him.

“We meet again.”

“Disgusting presence!” the Little Artifact Spirit sitting on the Immortal Sword exclaimed in a clear, disgusted tone as the sword thrust towards Feng Yi.

As Feng Yi raised his head, a solitary horn appeared on his brow, shining brightly before exploding with a bang.

He had self-destructed!

Qing swiftly shifted her form, reverted to her Dragon Turtle True Form, and searched in all directions but saw no stars falling.

Feng Yi had not been resurrected!

Yet Qing knew he was not dead.

This was a sense felt in the depths of the Dragon Turtle essence.

Yuan Sovereign?

The singular horn in Feng Yi’s brow was like Feng Yi Ju, both imprinted upon the Divine God Soul.

This person also had integrated features of the Yuan Sovereign Clan.

But Feng Yi Ju would resurrect exactly where he died.

Feng Yi self-destructed here, could he possibly come back to life somewhere else?

Qing’s Divine Sense swept all around, but she found nothing.

He truly had disappeared.

“Let’s go back!” Qing said sternly, her form shifting as she grasped the Immortal Sword, reverting to the Toad and spreading wings to fly toward the valley, where a Formation concealed the interior from view.

Those who had attacked the Formation earlier had long fled.

“Su Ling, do you remember the aura of those people?” Qing inquired.

Su Ling was the name of Su Huanian’s Immortal Sword.

It wasn’t initially called that, but after sneaking a peek at some painting in Long Moon Mansion, she insisted on changing her name.

The Little Artifact Spirit nodded affirmatively with her head high.

“None shall escape!”

“Good!” Qing’s voice was as cold as ice.

“Keep your master well-hidden, then start calling the roll, and kill!”

As he spoke, he tried to lift his claw to touch the Abyss, but the Formation did not retaliate.

Ji Feixue had nearly broken through and had left a backdoor for him.

Qing immediately rushed into the Formation.

At the center of the Big Array was a realm of ice and snow.

Su Hua’s Ice Sculpture stood silently, her clothes still fluttering as if in the wind.

Even as an Ice Sculpture, her presence radiated a beauty that was breathtakingly regal and picturesque, unbelievable to behold.

At the previous location of the Immortal Sword were ice fragments from when the attack on the palace’s water wall had shattered the Ice Sculpture of the sword.

At this moment, fine cracks on Su Hua’s body had begun slowly to mend.

Qing, not sure if it was just an illusion, suddenly sensed a hint of danger emanating from her—not that Su Hua was attacking him, but…

that Su Hua might have the means to harm him after breaking out of her shell?

That was nonsense!

Su Hua was only at the Stepping Sky Two-fold Limit, and this seclusion was to break that limit, yet she reluctantly refused to advance to the Stepping Sky Three-fold.

Even if she truly reached the Stepping Sky Three-fold, it shouldn’t be possible for her to hurt him.

Even standing still and taking hits, he was supposed to be invulnerable!

Putting aside the strange feeling in his heart, Qing asked the Immortal Sword, “The grand hall that I lugged over, was it you who chopped it down?”

If that were the case, in Su Hua’s past life, were she and he…

enemies?

Couldn’t this be any more melodramatic?

The Little Artifact Spirit on the sword blinked unknowingly.

She had seen the grand hall Qing had carried over, but she had not sensed any hostility!

“Let me…

take a look!” the Immortal Sword resonated with a ringing as it pierced through the Formation, flying towards the grand hall.

Qing, startled, leaped up and quickly followed.

But she saw the Sword Light of the Immortal Sword flash towards the grand hall, arriving momentarily but not stopping.

There was no conflict with the grand hall either.

Instead, the sword’s tip picked up and entered the grand hall.

Qing hurried to follow and saw the Immortal Sword floating inside the grand hall, rising and falling gently.

Far from attacking, the grand hall seemed to exude an emotion of joy?

The grand hall had emotions, which was a bizarre sensation.

This hall must have been consecrated as a Magical Treasure and even once possessed an Artifact Spirit.

Qing looked at the Immortal Sword and asked, “Do you have memories?”

The Little Artifact Spirit appeared, shook her head, and looked at Qing with large eyes, “I’m just a little older than you.”

The sword was from Su Hua’s past life, but the Artifact Spirit had been nurtured by Su Hua herself.

It had only coalesced not so long ago, so it couldn’t possibly have any memories—merely innate likeness and dislikes, nothing more.

Qing internally felt a tinge of regret but then her eyes brightened again.

The grand hall hadn’t initiated an attack on the Immortal Sword, and instead appeared quite friendly, which indicated that Su Hua entering it shouldn’t pose a problem.

Qing couldn’t find a place safer than this grand hall for the moment.

No time to delay, she decided to act immediately.

Qing swiftly returned to the valley and into the Formation.

A stream of water gently lifted the Ice Sculpture.

“Wife, I’m taking you to a safe place.”

Qing muttered to herself and soared upwards, but Su Hua’s voice echoed in his mind, “Husband, it’s been a long time.”

Qing almost tumbled down in shock, his eyes shining with joy as he looked at the Ice Sculpture.

“You’re awake?!”

But Su Hua did not utter another sound.

She was in a critical moment of being disturbed by others, which could have led to a disaster.

However, Qing arrived just in time.

Certain that it was Qing coming, she barely managed to send out one message, reaching her limit after speaking and falling into silence.

Qing called out several times, but without any response from Su Hua.

He could guess what happened and muttered softly, “Yes, it’s been a long time indeed!

Don’t worry, I’ll soon bring over the other half of the grand hall and piece it together for you.”

The stream carried Su Hua, the outer Formation responding to their movement, and with her, Qing easily entered the grand hall—not because he brought her in, but because the grand hall itself did not prevent Su Hua from entering.