Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 96 - 96 095 Shaving_1

96: Chapter 095 Shaving_1 96: Chapter 095 Shaving_1 I don’t know how long it has passed.

The expansion of the spiritual sea had reached the current stage’s limit.

The entire Intention Orifice had become a world of water.

However, the spiritual sea was not simply water-like; it was something between water and mercury.

The next step would be the consolidation of the divine consciousness, followed by continuing the expansion of the spiritual sea and strengthening the Intention Orifice.

This was not a short-term task but threaded throughout the whole process of cultivation.

Even those in the Stepping Sky Realm, the Greater Powers, were doing this.

Su He slowly opened his eyes, dispersing his divine sense.

He “saw” Feng Yaya curled up asleep on his turtle shell.

Feng Yaya was drifting five zhang away where the Prison Ghosts and the shadow of External Phase Mountain had not manifested.

Feng Yaya was curled up right on top of the turtle shell, her left hand holding an unfinished piece of warm jade and her right hand clenching half a spirit fruit.

Such a little creature, frowning in her sleep, stirred inexplicable pangs of heartache.

Had it already been five or six days since the consolidation of divine consciousness began?

Feng Yaya had just woken up and fallen asleep again, spending these five or six days lying on the turtle shell, awake by herself?

All gloomy?

Su He didn’t know why, but his heart suddenly felt a twinge of sourness.

With just a slight movement, Feng Yaya woke up on the turtle shell.

She blinked, then saw Su He stretching his limbs.

“Yah, Big Turtle!

You’re awake?”

Was it not five or six days that had led to the period of deep sleep, but just boredom that led to a nap?

Su He inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

“Big Turtle, Big Turtle, have you evolved any new abilities?

Can you fly?” Feng Yaya asked excitedly.

I’m sorry, no!

It wasn’t evolution this time for Su He; there was no growth of body, it was an advancement in realm.

The application of divine sense acquired was invisible to others.

If one were to speak of Dragon Turtle traits…

well, there were some!

With divine sense inherent in Su He’s gaze, there was no need for the Spirit Communication Scroll for specialized control and application, but this wasn’t a unique ability of the Dragon Turtle; all Divine God Beasts were the same.

A look carried divine sense, not only allowing one to see but also to explore.

Su He crawled, with better control over the water waves underneath him.

He rushed up a mound of earth, his pair of dragon eyes staring into the distance.

The gray fog within the Prison Ghost Space could no longer conceal his eyes.

This was not just seeing but also probing with divine sense.

“Ya Ya, have you been here before?

Have you seen other people here?” Su He took a look around; the space wasn’t too large, about forty to fifty li in radius, not as big as Tinghai Lake.

A brief inspection revealed only him and Feng Yaya; those who had Feng Yaya’s scent had indeed left.

Feng Yaya shook her head: “I’ve been here twice, both times brought by dad.

We just killed those ugly guys when we came here; I’ve never seen anyone else…

eh?”

As if just realizing something, her pair of big eyes filled with curiosity: “Big Turtle, you can talk now?”

Feng Yaya, unimpeded in understanding Beast Language, only realized after a long while that Su He was using human speech.

“I knew Big Turtle was better than Big Zhuang!

Big Zhuang took so long and still can’t talk, always hiding under the little tower and too scared to come in.

Dummy!”

Su He emitted a long, amused sigh.

Letting a camel come into the Prison Ghost’s Nest was asking for trouble.

Surveying the Prison Ghost Space, a group of golden light in the direction of Su He’s left front paw drew the Turtle’s gaze; he focused intently, and it was faintly a palace.

It wasn’t very clear, but the golden light was so dazzling that it virtually screamed “I have treasures” as if it should be emblazoned on a plaque and hung up.

“Ya Ya, do you know what that palace is up ahead?”

Feng Yaya, tilting her head, thought hard for a good while before clapping her hands and exclaiming, “Yah!

It’s a ruin.

Mom said they found ruins beneath Qingyun Door, right below the Suppressing Prison.

Let’s go, Big Turtle.

Let’s check it out.”

Su He paused in thought, then carried Feng Yaya toward the ruins.

If there were ruins within the Prison Ghost Space and neither Feng Yi Ju nor Elder Ge provided any warnings, it should be safe.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a look.

Su He crawled, waves rolling beneath him in the empty space, sounding like thunder.

Feng Yaya occasionally jumped up to attack Prison Ghosts to collect Soul Jade while Su He occasionally had her cover her ears when Divine God Might seemed to collect warm jade.

Divine God Might was an attack on the spirit soul, which in theory didn’t have much to do with sound, but Feng Yaya remained unaffected when she covered her ears, which was indeed strange.

Su He always felt that this little one was a person-shaped Divine God Beast.

They advanced while intermittently hunting, and after an unknown amount of time, the ruins were within sight.

But they were still not clear, as if the ruins were separated by a layer of frosted glass.

“Space?” Su He was puzzled.

This was a layer of spatial membrane, and Su He herself possessed an External Space, which gave her a deeper understanding of space.

The relic and Prison Ghost Space were not in the same space.

At this moment, it was merely an overlap of two spaces.

Like a mirage, illusory and intangible.

Su He and Feng Yaya passed through without feeling anything.

Feng Yaya jumped up and threw a punch, shattering the air in all directions, but the relic palace remained unchanged.

Su He squinted her eyes and inspected carefully, dimly discerning towering stone statues in that space.

However, the orientation of that space differed from the Prison Ghost Space, making the relic palaces and stone statues appear to lie flat.

To see but not be able to enter was of no use whatsoever.

No wonder Master and the others never mentioned it.

Su He intensified her Divine Sense, striving to peer into the Golden Palace Space.

It had no effect.

However, a peacock appeared to fly by, its wings outstretched, vaguely visible.

The peacock wasn’t actually real; it was half illusion, as if projected by the relic.

The peacock brushed over Feng Yaya, but she did not notice anything.

It wasn’t a living creature!

The peacock’s eyes were lifeless, its wing beats too rhythmic, more like a puppet or a residual image.

It vanished after flying a short distance.

As there was no sense of danger or discomfort, it must be a normal event of the relic.

Su He asked Feng Yaya, but the little girl knew nothing, her eyes filled with excitement and longing to ride the flying peacock.

Interest in the relic grew.

The relic was isolated by space, inaccessible despite all efforts by Su He and the Dragon Turtle.

Su He unfolded her External Space, stretching it over the relic.

Since the relic appeared here, it indicated that the spatial barriers were weak at this moment.

Could the External Space perceive something?

Once the External Space was applied, Su He’s eyes instantly brightened.

She felt it!

What had entered the External Space was the…

hair bun of the statue?

Even within the External Space, the statue’s hair bun remained elusive and didn’t take on physical form, but Su He could sense it.

The aura emanating from the statue gave Su He a profound sense of power, tinged with an overbearing and slightly mad air.

Had there been no spatial barrier, Su He would have turned and fled.

The material of the statue was extraordinary, it was a pity she couldn’t enter.

She wondered if the Fu Mountain could absorb it through the space?

In theory, it should be possible, as Fu Mountain can even absorb space itself.

Su He activated Fu Mountain.

An overwhelming aura flowed from Fu Mountain into the shadow of External Space, which manifested instantaneously.

It worked!

Su He was overjoyed.

…

At East Cloud Mountain Fuyang Sect, grief and excitement intertwined, making the atmosphere indescribably awkward.

Today, Changfeng Gate had joined forces with Pommel Sect to attack Fuyang Sect, killing or capturing dozens of disciples, plunging the entire sect into sorrow.

They wanted to blame Zuo Su’er for making enemies while treasure hunting, but the treasures they brought back also set their hearts racing.

Zuo Su’er, nonchalant, sat squatting on the Sect Leader’s throne: “So a few brats died?

I’ll just go find the brothers from the old mountain bandit lair, and we’ll replenish them in a day, ensuring Fuyang Sect’s numbers only increase, not decrease!”

The Sect Leader’s wife closed her eyes, ignoring him.

How could that be the same?

If your bandit buddies come over, would Fuyang Sect still be a sect or a bandit den?

Would it belong to you or your husband?

She was about to scold him when she saw Zuo Su’er put down a suckling pig, his greasy hands rubbing his head back and forth.

“Hiss!

Who’s shaving my head?”