Don't Provoke the Turtle

Su He tilted his head, deep in thought. If he followed the Dragon Turtle's method, the Dragon Turtle clan would never reach the equivalent of the seventh step of Traverse Heaven!

The seventh step of Traverse Heaven is the limit for cultivators, but the gap between the initial knock on the door to immortality and the seventh step after tens of thousands of years is even greater than that between humans and dogs.

How could they be spoken of in the same breath?

How could the Dragon Turtle hope to fight against the likes of the top-tier Traverse Heaven seventh step experts such as the three kings, three dukes, the grand marshals of the Sealed Emperor's Great World, and the ten great immortal sect leaders of the Mysterious Wasteland?

This Turtle didn't know what impolite thoughts were running through his mind as his massive claw stomped down, annihilating countless sneaky soaring snakes, and then said to Su He, "You've only been on the path for a few years, don't think too much, cultivate well and there will always be a time when you shock the heavens."

Su He grinned sheepishly.

This Turtle laughed and said, "Cultivate right here. If there's an accident in the chaos, I'll need you to take action. If there's anything you don't understand about cultivation, you can ask me."

The best part about having a small tribe was that any question could be guided one-on-one by an absolute powerhouse at any time. In Su He's memory, the only ones who enjoyed such treatment were the sole heirs of some top domestic universities in his previous life.

At this moment... Su He looked outside. It was mid-spring when he entered the chaos, but now it was already summer. If the world in his previous life was similar to this place in terms of time, it should be the college entrance examination season, right?

Su He smiled, shook off the random thoughts in his mind, and asked This Turtle seriously, "Uncle Lei, I've seen White Spirit condense a human form. Can the Dragon Turtle cultivate a human form?"

This question had been pressing on his heart for a very long time.

This Turtle replied without hesitation, "No, don't even think about it! Divine Beasts and humans are both Dao Bodies, and a Dao Body speaks of the Dao. Having one means you cannot have another. Just like you can't be a Dragon Turtle and a Kylin at the same time..."

He looked at Su He and suddenly fell silent.

"I missed the chance to take you to rob the Sealed Emperor's Palace these past few days. I want to study that unreasonable talent of yours."

This Turtle noted this down in his little book, then looked at Su He and said, "In principle, it's impossible for a Divine Beast to transform into a human form. The Transformation of Beasts cultivates the beast body, not the human body—otherwise, how would one overcome the bewilderment calamity in human form?

White Spirit... What White Spirit left for you should only be an Illusion, which can be shaped at will, just for amusement. I've never heard of a Divine Beast transforming into a human form, otherwise Ji Feixue wouldn't have given up her dragon identity at the moment before overcoming the heavenly tribulation to become a Divine Beast, transforming into a dragon demon and condensing a human form."

Su He fell silent. What White Spirit left behind was not an Illusion, but a thought form. The thought form should be the same shape as the original body.

Thinking of the Great Tomb World, where White Spirit danced alone under the moon with the Basalt phantom behind her, Su He didn't say more. Uncle Lei didn't understand the specifics, and it seemed that White Spirit had hidden many things from the Dragon Turtle clan.

That dance, now recalled by Su He, might indeed be a set of techniques related to the spirit and soul. But why White Spirit left such a dance behind was unknown.

With no other questions, the two turtles went about their own business.

This Turtle used the Stone Drum Altar to grind away the sneaky soaring snakes, while Su He closed his eyes and completely immersed his consciousness into his inner world, condensing a thought form and heading towards the volcano.

The toad watched the volcano from afar, looking somewhat bored.

Lightning flashed on the leg bone of the Kui ox beneath the volcano, and the entire leg bone seemed to have softened, wriggling with the flow of the magma.

"Is it about time to condense the Talisman?" the toad asked listlessly.

It's a frog! What was This Turtle thinking, making it guard next to the volcano?

Su He shook his head, "Not yet."

He didn't know how to Refine Artifacts, so he had to meet the standards of Senior Can Chen's tutorial at every step, otherwise, if something went wrong, he wouldn't even know how to salvage it.

Su He lay at the mouth of the volcano, looking down at the leg bone. His eyes slightly closed, his mind stirred as he drew talismans in the air.

Su He didn't even understand the meaning of the talismans he drew; he was simply copying them, then infusing the power of the world, turtle essence, and Divine Sense into the talisman according to the proportions listed by Senior Can Chen.

As long as the Divine Sense and intention were strong enough, even the most delicate operations wouldn't have a high chance of failure. Su He practiced the operation twice in advance to ensure accuracy during the Refining Artifact process.

One by one, the talismans floated in the air.

Time passed bit by bit, and Su He focused on copying the talismans, with the voice of the toad coming from the bottom of his heart.

"It's ready!"

Su He opened his eyes and saw that the Kui ox leg bone had completely softened, lying limply on the magma.

He chanted softly, and the power of the world from his inner world surged forth, mixed with true essence and Divine Sense, constructing talismans in front of him.

With a slight intention, the talismans gently fell, merging into the leg bone.

The leg bone, large as a water tank, wriggled and condensed with the falling talismans, turning over and over like kneaded dough, becoming smaller and more delicate, its color turning increasingly milky white.

The talismans flowed like a babbling brook, converging and falling continuously. After an unknown amount of time, the leg bone transformed into a pen shaft.

"Now is the time! Toad!" Su He called out from the bottom of his heart, and the toad immediately activated the materials from other extreme lands within the inner world, throwing them one after another into the magma, continuously merging into the pen shaft.

As various materials merged, the color of the pen shaft gradually deepened, and a bulge formed at the lower end, which was the base of the pen, where the pen tip would be inserted.

It was time to shape it.