Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 663 - 663 161 History Cannot Be Changed_1

663: Chapter 161 History Cannot Be Changed_1 663: Chapter 161 History Cannot Be Changed_1 A light and floating palm strike tore through the clouds, shooting towards the heavens, shattering the Stone Drum, Military Banner, and Curved Sword that suppressed the Mystery Yellow Great World, puncturing a hole in the heavens and charging beyond the Mystery Yellow Great World.

Only a massive palm-shaped hole remained in the sky.

In the entire Mystery Yellow Great World, all cultivators simultaneously looked up at the sky, a chorus of astonishment merging into a single wave.

It was the existence from the Baiyun Palace!

Has that person broken through the barrier?

In just these past few days, there have been consecutive actions, with an unknown force provoking the formation of a Heavenly Punishment, yet it was repelled by her single command.

Who is she going to hit this time?

Tan Tai looked at Baiyin, puzzled.

What madness has this woman wrought now?

But Baiyin appeared as if nothing had happened, having struck with her palm, she paid no further attention, only staring at Su He, who naturally reached out his hand to her with a shocked expression, and immediately retreated.

“Tan Tai, he wants to take advantage of me!”

Su He: “???”

Sister, stop fooling around!

We’re out of Di Mountain!

Without protection, we will be detected by the heavens and earth!

Tan Tai glanced at him, “Stay by our side, and the heavens and earth will not detect you.”

A question mark hovered over Su He’s head as he looked down at his own hand, then at Baiyin’s hand, while Baiyin kept her eyes on the sky.

With an expression longing to fly.

Outside the Mystery Huang Great World, in an unnamed, shattered world ravaged by a battle from an unknown time, Chaos relentlessly devoured the great world.

Yet there were still people surviving on this realm.

Within a city, people were ready for battle, awaiting the arrival of a member from the Yuan Sovereign Clan.

At this moment, there were only two powers in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

The Mystery Yellow Great World and the Yuan Sovereign Clan.

The Mystery Yellow Great World is the Genesis Land, the root of all cultivation techniques throughout the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, and is considered sacred to cultivators.

However, the Yuan Sovereign Clan is recognized as one of the strongest among all of the heavens.

They have even once surpassed the Mystery Yellow, and now, with their clan’s treasured artifact suppressing the Mystery Yellow Great World for three thousand years, Mystery Yellow has yet to break through.

As time passed, doubts inevitably arose even towards such a revered sacred land, and many forces across the All Heavens and Myriad Realms had already defected to the Yuan Sovereign Clan.

The Prison Clan was among them.

But the Prison Clan, holding onto their pride and as remnants of the ancient Heavenly Court, could not simply kneel and worship like common rustic folk!

Even if they were spineless, neither the soul-hooking chains in their palm nor the tools of punishment they held would agree.

Today, a Princely Heir General from the Yuan Sovereign Clan came in person to discuss alliance matters.

The elder of the Prison Clan was seemingly indifferent, still savoring tea in his cave abode.

But in reality, the entire Prison Clan was already mobilized.

Just waiting for the General to arrive.

It was at this moment that the clan elder suddenly looked up at the sky, his face turning deathly pale.

A palm print from outside the shattered world suddenly appeared, breaking the world’s embryonic veil, as if to destroy this broken realm, pressing down directly.

With a cry of despair, the elder shouted, “Immortal Sovereign!”

This was an Immortal Sovereign from the Mystery Yellow Great World!

Why!

Why!

The Mystery Yellow Great World is the ancestral land of the heavens, and it has never committed genocide upon other races in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms!

Why!

Simply because the Prison Clan sided with the Yuan Sovereign Clan?

But other races that joined the Yuan Sovereign Clan were not annihilated by the Mystery Yellow Great World!

As he screamed, all across the Prison Clan’s territory, countless arrays rose, transforming into a crisscrossing wall of enormous iron chains across the sky, shielding the world.

Wails emerged on the chains—of prisoners being tortured.

The entire world turned into a great array, colliding with the sky-filling palm descending from the heavens.

This was the Grand Array that guarded the Heavenly Court Prison, its power unimaginably formidable.

Yet, the array that had protected them for who knows how many millions of years crumbled before this partially delicate and beautiful palm print as though made of paper, unable to withstand even a moment’s delay.

“Yuan Sovereign!”

The elder cried out for help, watching the Yuan Sovereign Clan’s Princely Heir General approaching in his chariot, who, without even reaching the shattered world, turned and departed without looking back, without a moment’s pause.

“Don’t leave!” the elder screamed, “We came from the Heavenly Court, sprung from Mystery Yellow!

We know many secrets of the Mystery Yellow!”

He howled with all his might, as the chariot seemed deaf to his pleas.

As the elder continued to scream, he struck out palm after palm at the sky where the hand was pressing down, and all the cultivators of the Prison Clan at the Stepping Sky Six-fold and Seven-fold levels attacked the sky as well.

But it was futile.

In the instant the hand descended, the outcome was already sealed.

“Open!” The elder roared, and from beneath the ground, countless of his people shattered, turning into skyward chains reaching towards the sky.

Yet, the hand in the sky mercilessly fell, striking down upon the earth.

No sound emerged.

The entire world fell silent, the sky ripped apart, the earth crumbled, yet no sound came forth.

Everything simply shattered like a broken mirror, all turning to ruins.

Mountains and lands, rivers and seas…

all shattered, as Chaos surged forward.

With the world destroyed, the hand dissipated.

This palm strike severed the source of their bloodline, and everyone, regardless of whether they were present, completely disintegrated.

Watching his people fall to pieces, the elder wailed helplessly, unable to do anything as the shredded laws rose from his body, and he himself faced death.

A palm from an Immortal Sovereign is not something mortals can withstand.

Stepping Sky Seven-fold, knocking at the door of the Fairy Sect, yet still mortal!

The elder’s face turned to ashen gray.

But at that moment, a flash of light within the clan’s territory carried away the execution altar along with the few surviving clansmen, disappearing in an instant.

The elder felt a darkness pass over his eyes, and he found himself in a mountain cave, likely beneath the surface of some great world.

Before him stood an altar, on which the apparition of a White Tiger was manifesting.

A majestic voice boomed, “This is a sacred site of the Heavenly Court, all prison guards dead, who dares stage a prison break!”

The apparition of the White Tiger radiated a terrifying authority that erased the technique used to sever the bloodline roots from everyone present.

Suppressed by the immensity of the White Tiger’s power, everyone prostrated on the ground, feeling the relief of survivors of a calamity.

Delight flashed in the elder’s eyes as he prostrated fully, “Many thanks for your grace in saving our lives, senior!

The Prison Clan will never forget this kindness for all eternity!”

From the direction of the White Tiger, the mechanical voice echoed once more, “This is a sacred site of the Heavenly Court, all prison guards dead, who dares stage a prison break!”

The elder knelt motionless, his voice breaking with emotion, “It was Mystery Yellow…”

Wrong!

He was startled and looked up at the apparition of the White Tiger.

The voice transmitted once again, “This sacred site of the Heavenly Court, all prison guards…”

This wasn’t a real living creature!

It was just…

a residual Law?

The Prison Clan used to oversee the Sky Prison of the Heavenly Court.

Strictly speaking, they were not all of the same race; they were just of the same profession with permissions of a prison guard, equipped with iron chains and torture devices.

With the fall of the Heavenly Court, they banded together to form the current Prison Clan.

Thus, within the Prison Clan were pure humans as well as those with the body of a Minotaur…

If during the period of the Heavenly Court all prison guards perished, wouldn’t that signify a prison break?

The shadow of the White Tiger before them was not the doing of a Greater Power summoning them here.

It was just a Law taking effect during a prison break?

He looked around and saw prison cells falling behind him.

These cells emanated a cold and overpowering aura, as if simply looking into them would trap an onlooker inside.

Someone had staged a prison break, and the entire prison of the Heavenly Court and its guards were transported to this place.

Then, was the figure on the altar the overseer of the Sky Prison, perhaps?

The elder crouched, not daring to be the slightest bit disrespectful, “Sir, someone has staged a prison break, all guards are dead, what should we do now?”

As he spoke, he glanced toward the altar and saw it was empty except for a segment of Tiger Bone in the center.

The oppressive power that suppressed all prison guards emanated from that Tiger Bone.

In front of this Tiger Bone, all Divine Skills, whether iron chains or punishment devices, lay dormant within their bodies, daring not to stir the slightest infraction.

The elder gazed upon the Tiger Bone, shocked into stillness.

…

In the vast expanse of the Mystery Yellow Big World, Su He followed two Immortal Sovereigns aimlessly.

He didn’t understand what madness had taken hold of these two; they neither flew nor used Space Divine Skills, instead simply walking on foot without even a destination in mind.

As they walked, Baiyin suddenly looked up, “Eh?”

“What is it?” Su He asked.

Baiyin’s eyes immediately sparkled with excitement, as if she had stumbled upon something extremely interesting, “The Prison Clan didn’t all die, over a hundred people were rescued by someone?

And someone cut off our killing intent?”

Interrupting her technique would require almost equal force.

But that wasn’t what mattered most.

She barely put any effort into that palm strike of hers; given the will, both Martial Ancestor and Wen Zu could have deflected it.

What truly intrigued her was that she couldn’t sense where those people had gone.

Now that was interesting.

The Heavenly Court’s hidden prison wouldn’t be easy for anyone to find.

Her gaze flickered, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she had inadvertently helped the Prison Clan, and if the fact that they might bear the title “Emperor” in the future, could this be due to her palm strike?

Was this the making of history?

You think you’re changing history, yet in reality, you’re simply fulfilling it?

She paused for a moment, chuckled, and looked at Su He, “Never mind them, as long as your own fist is strong enough, you can do whatever you want.”

There’s no need to worry about this emperor or that; the Yuan Sovereign Clan is incomparably strong.

They’ve sealed the entire Mystery Yellow Big World, but where couldn’t Baiyin go at will?

Whose seals could hold her back?

That little clan brother boasted about the mighty Sealed Emperor Great World, but could it really compare with the Yuan Sovereign Clan?

She smiled faintly, her eyes falling on Su He and shining brightly, “I suggest you cultivate the White Tiger for your third body.

I know where some White Tiger Blood Essence remains, do you want me to get it for you?”

Despite not having seen the edited version of the Transforming Beast Guide, with her level of understanding, having seen Su He’s two types of True Yuan, she realized everything clearly.

It wasn’t about forming a Heart Orifice Shadow to achieve a second body.

It was about Refining Essence Blood!

The only mystery was how Su He managed to refine that Essence Blood to match perfectly with his own.

She couldn’t figure that out.

“White Tiger?” Su He asked, puzzled.

Baiyin blinks with starry eyes, nodding fiercely, “The Dragon Turtle is for defense, and Peacock is for control, naturally, you need a powerful attacking body.”

A powerful attacker, either the body of a Dragon or a White Tiger would be suitable, but for some reason…

she didn’t want Su He to possess a Dragon Body so soon.

“The White Tiger you’re talking about isn’t the one from the Four Sacred Beasts, right?” Su He asked in a low voice.

The Four Spirits and Four Sacred Beasts are different.

While the Four Spirits are the Dragon, Phoenix, Tortoise, and Qilin, the Four Sacred Beasts comprise the Vermilion Bird White Tiger set.

In Su He’s past life, their statuses were not comparable, and it was even more different here.

Is it not the case that even Thai Zu aspired to become the Xuan Wu (Black Tortoise)?

Baiyin looked at Su He as if he were a simpleton, with eyes full of disdain and an expression that seemed to want him to stay away from the group.

The Sacred Beast White Tiger is of a noble rank, a Divine God!

Merely having the shape of a beast like an Immortal Sovereign, is that something that could be achieved through using the Transforming Beast Guide?

She felt disinclined to converse with such an ignorant person.

Tan Tai glanced at Baiyin, “Didn’t get your taste of Di, and now you want to go after Guardhouse?”

The location of the White Tiger Blood Essence was no secret to her.

There was Guardhouse with delicious flavor.

Baiyin was taken aback, incredulously looking at the Sword Fairy.

Caught…

off guard?

After her moment of shock, she suddenly grabbed Su He and ran, “Come on, let’s go!

I know how to cook Guardhouse even better; eating it can sharpen one’s eyes and shatter illusions!”

She laughed heartily, pulling Su He along as they disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only the Sword Fairy and the tinkling laughter of Baiyin in the woods.