Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 645 - 645 154 Ancient Times_1

645: Chapter 154 Ancient Times_1 645: Chapter 154 Ancient Times_1 “White Spirit is who?

That name sounds quite good, I like it.”

The voice came again, and by the sound of it, it was clear what kind of capricious woman this was.

Although her voice was as pleasant as a bell, the cheerful and odd tone betrayed her as quite the character.

Su He sat up straight.

Sat up?

Su He looked down at himself and indeed, he had sat up.

He was no longer in a turtle body, but…

a human body!

This body was all too familiar to him, especially since, after Qianjiang had briefly transformed into a human form, he had more than once dreamt about his past life and frolicked about.

His past life, a young boy.

“No need to keep looking, we pulled you from the future to the present, and now your two bodies are merging.

When the fusion is complete, you will return to your future form.

This is your present…

err, your past life!”

The playful voice sounded again, and Su He looked up.

In front of him was a woman so beautiful she defied description, though she was somewhat unkempt, with a large flatbread hanging around her neck.

She was eating the flatbread while expertly managing a Formation with each hand.

The Formations were so complex that Su He felt as if his mind would explode just by looking at them.

“Clan sister…” Su He murmured softly.

This was White Spirit!

The human form of White Spirit, undeniably stunning yet deliberately debasing herself, wallowing in mud by choice, and adopting irritatingly mundane habits.

Munching on a flatbread, sucking her fingers, sitting carelessly with a Golden Sword, with a pair of bare feet…

The woman’s eyes brightened as she sized up Su He, as if she had discovered a new continent, “Not bad, not bad!

Calling me ‘sister’ the moment we meet, I like you!

You’re so sensible, you can tell me your wishes, although I can’t guarantee they’ll be fulfilled!”

Su He: “…”

Hold on, the future…

the present…

merging…

A woman who looked very much like White Spirit.

Su He looked around; he was still in that grand hall, but there were no Stone Statues.

His gaze naturally fell on the woman’s hands, which were all too familiar.

In White Spirit’s Divination, it was these hands that had pulled on his hair and petrified his past three incarnations.

Su He took a deep breath: “Ancient Times?”

The Illusion Realm, or had he…

traveled back in time against the current?

“Ancient Times?” The woman who looked exactly like White Spirit paused, looking somewhat dejected, “So the era you were reborn in is already so late?

I’m ancient already…”

Her gaze lowered slightly, her voice tender in a way that tugged at the heartstrings, “Then doesn’t that mean I’m at a loss?

I should be the one called great-grandma!”

Su He: “…”

He had a lump in his throat, not knowing how to spit out the frustration.

“No, that’s not right!” The woman suddenly looked up: “Did you call me ‘sister’ or ‘clan sister’?

So in the next life, I’m not human?

‘Clan sister’ isn’t commonly used by humans.”

You’re just realizing this now?

Su He watched her, a strange thought rising in his heart.

This woman wasn’t acting, nor was she an illusion.

Having opened Second-fold Heaven, he could distinguish between reality and illusions.

This was Ancient Times!

Did White Spirit also have a past life?

It’d be strange if this woman before him wasn’t related to White Spirit; the personality was a dead giveaway!

The woman leaned in closer, her eyes shimmering with a peculiar light, “So, what kind of creature will I be in my next life?”

“Dragon Turtle!” Su He replied.

The woman blinked in disbelief, then suddenly burst out laughing, spewing pieces of flatbread everywhere, “So I become a turtle?”

Is that it?

The prospect of death in this life doesn’t disturb you in the slightest?

…Right!

This is White Spirit!

The woman sat on the ground, looking rather limp, but her eyes grew brighter, seemingly acquiring a sudden interest in becoming a turtle.

Su He remained silent, looking down at his hands, now unused to the familiar Dragon-Turtle crawl.

He instinctively wanted to climb out of the pool.

Moving as if to wag a tail, he realized there was no tail to wag.

People really are contradictory creatures, longing for a human body when in the form of a Dragon Turtle and uneasily readjusting when back in human form.

This awkwardness would only go away when both Dragon-Turtle body and human body merged, restoring the Dragon-Turtle form…

Su He suddenly looked up, “Ancestor…

clan sister, if you merge my past life into me, wouldn’t that mean my past life can’t be revived?

And what about the various experiences I had when I was brought back to life?”

What about my Ji Feixue?

“Revived?” The woman was startled, “You are not from this time, with no trace in this world; how could there be talk of revival?

How is revival possible?”

Su He jumped up, shaking his head, “No, I must be revived.

Even though I don’t have the memories, I surely had some experiences.”

After her lengthy laughter at his animated gestures and explanations, the woman finally spoke with joy, “As a being not of this time, you aren’t bound by the laws of this world.

Returning today to merge with your past life and going back means these laws naturally can’t contain you either.

If the conditions are right, even jumping back in time to some point in the past and experiencing some intriguing tales is quite normal, isn’t it?”

It’s just that the conditions for crossing time were stringent, making it difficult—she had to empty her resources, even the hall was cleared out, and she had to work off the debt just to make it happen.

In a flash, Su He was stunned, his mind blank.

A single thought dominated: So, Ji Feixue’s husband is not only my past life but also myself?

To travel back in time, to tease Ji Feixue, then to return to my own world, leaving Ji Feixue alone year after year until I break free, until I achieve the status of Proof of Dragon Turtle, to partake in the Dragon Divine God Sacrifice?

A scoundrel?

The word popped up in his mind, unsolicited.