Don't Provoke the Turtle

Stars like turtles and serpents, swallowing clouds, spewing fog, their roars ancient and profound.

Above his head, the seven constellations seemed to come to life, with a Basalt swimming through the starry sea. The surrounding starlight flickered, illuminating the murals on both sides of the tomb passage. Su He's true essence uncontrollably surged into the murals, unfolding a scene before him.

In a dark and profound water domain, a Dragon Turtle stirred up towering waves, waging war against a group of people. They were a unique tribe with human bodies, bovine legs, and a single horn on their heads.

War drums, banners, and chariots spanned the sky, while formidable magical treasures suppressed the four directions. The Dragon Turtle charged and fought peerlessly.

The drumbeats were relentless, the single-horned bovine warriors charged valiantly, but to no avail, unable to even approach the Dragon Turtle. The war seemed like a one-sided massacre.

But the Dragon Turtle never strayed far, only within this water domain, guarding something above the waters.

The war raged on, blood dyeing the waters red, resembling a sea of blood. After an unknown duration, the sky suddenly tore open, and a rhino-like beast burst forth, its horn striking the Dragon Turtle's shell, sending the Dragon Turtle flying far away, revealing what it was guarding.

A Dao Palace!

The Dragon Turtle's inheritance Dao Palace!

At this moment, the Dao Palace appeared new, as if it had just condensed, not yet integrated into the Dragon Turtle's bloodline. Those single-horned bovine people were trying to seize the Dao Palace!

The Dragon Turtle roared, its figure flashed, reappearing beside the Dao Palace. With a downward swipe of its claw, a great wave surged, transforming into a torrential downpour, striking down directly.

It was a critical moment, yet not the one Su He knew. Within each raindrop, it seemed a world was born, thrived, and then perished.

Each drop of rain held the power to destroy heaven and earth. The Dragon Turtle charged forward, opening its mouth to hurl a mountain, which silently struck the rhino, causing it to crack inch by inch. The area where the rhino stood turned into a void, devouring everything.

The Dragon Turtle was panting heavily. It did not know how long it had been fighting. Taking advantage of the lull, it glanced at the Dao Palace, its eyes filled with longing, reluctance, and deep concern.

The scene shattered abruptly there, no longer the battlefield of the Dragon Turtle, but instead, a thatched cottage appeared. In front of the cottage sat a single-horned bovine person, beside him a coffin floating with endless talismans and laws, and further out, magical treasures suppressing it.

The single-horned bovine person's face was grim, looking up at the sky. From the void, a sword descended, decapitating the bovine person. A delicate hand reached down from the heavens, with a thunderous palm dispersing the various talismans and magical treasures outside the coffin.