Don't Provoke the Turtle

Dongyun Mountain, Qingyuan Sect.

Despite having completely occupied Dongyun, the Qingyuan Sect remained unchanged, still guarding its own three thousand miles of mountains.

Feng Yiju stood outside the Hall of Longevity, his gaze directed towards the outside of the Seven Extremes Secret Realm.

With the blessing of the Qingyuan rules, the distant battlefield was barely visible - the specific situation within the battle space could not be seen, but the residual power that had dispersed was visible to the outside world.

The mere residual power was enough to obliterate Dongyun a thousand and eight hundred times over.

Whether it was the mountain spirit, the array flag, the mountain protection formation, or any other means, upon contact with such residual power, they would collapse, without any exceptions.

He had also truly seen the means of the Xuantian Sect Leader. In an instant, it was as if he had traveled through space and arrived directly outside the battle space, with a single stroke of his brush, thousands of talismans were released. Any one of these talismans was enough to suppress the entire Qingyuan Sect.

He turned his head to look at the mountain spirit hovering in the sky above Dongyun, at the Three Life Gate that was left with only two doors, at the various sects of Dongyun that had already withdrawn out of fear of Qingyuan, at the eight Great Ming King demon statues standing tall...

His gaze became even more profound, but the rising and falling of his chest betrayed his inner turmoil.

After a long time, Feng Yiju turned around and slowly walked back into the Hall of Longevity, no longer looking at the situation outside the Seven Extremes Secret Realm.

The door of the hall slowly closed.

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Inside the Fire Chamber of the Seven Extremes Secret Realm, the eggshell fell to the ground and disappeared out of thin air.

Su He emerged from the shell, feeling as if he had just gone through a period of hibernation. The burden on his body from crossing the Heavenly Tribulation and cultivating the new Divine Ability was completely gone.

Above his head, the seven bone skeletons of the soaring snakes were still burning, warming the entire Fire Chamber. The whole turtle, from inside to outside, felt exceptionally comfortable.

With each step he took, his body expanded a circle. After circling around a bone skeleton of a soaring snake, his body had already recovered to six meters in size.

But the white jade turtle shell was gone. When Su He emerged from the shell, he had returned to his original form of the black jade Dragon Turtle, and the white jade turtle shell of the White Spirit had disappeared.

The red tadpole bounced around on the ground a few times, then transformed back into a green frog, jumping onto the turtle shell and stomping its feet in a show-off manner, changing between a tadpole and a frog from time to time.@@novelbin@@

Su He: "???"

Is it a big deal to be able to transform into a tadpole? The palm-sized tadpole, with its clear and hideous appearance, was truly ugly.

It was still blood-red, making it even more eerie.

"Jealous?" The frog-tadpole glanced at him: "I've gained the ability of a seventh-grade soul beast in advance!"

Frogs are always one step ahead of others.

Being able to transfer items between reality and the Xuan Realm is an eighth-grade ability. It was born with it. Being able to revert to a juvenile state is a seventh-grade ability, which it also obtained early.

When a soul beast reaches the seventh grade, its body can revert to a juvenile state, saving all its energy to prepare for the ninth grade to open up the Xuan Realm.