989: Chapter 281: Wife, Take Me In_4 989: Chapter 281: Wife, Take Me In_4 Speaking up to this point, he turned his head toward Wasteland Ancestor, raising his head high.
“I was born in the Star Sea, the Immortal Turtle!”
I was born different, born in the Fairy Realm with Hexagrams by my side!
Not like you little wild turtles, step-by-step proving the Tao by consuming Demonic Fruit.
As for Old Turtle, he originated as a Dragon Turtle.
What is this Demonic Fruit?
He had never even heard of it—there was Thai Zu before the fruit existed!
It was during the Opening Heaven Six-fold that the Demonic Fruit came into existence.
He had seen with his own eyes the Demon Venerable turning into a tree!
He had personally experienced that magnificent era!
Wasteland Ancestor turned his head, not cooperating with the Old Turtle’s pride.
Who else would become a Dragon Turtle without some distinction?
It’s just that the Old Ancestor was a bit more special.
Seeing Little One’s expression, Thai Zu hummed a couple of times and motioned toward a sudden Golden Pagoda in the distance.
“Inside lie the Sharira and Spiritual Sense of Big Ease, which I found only halfway, not all fetched.
This fellow, when alive, would incessantly preach that there were no eternal Divine God Beasts in history, always feeling that even the deity of time didn’t live as long as him.
Yet now, he’s completely dead.
Do you want to look up to what my Dragon Turtle wife has done?”
Wasteland Ancestor glanced over there, sneered disdainfully, and initially still thought about settling the score with this Bald Donkey upon leaving retreat from Di Mountain.
Back in the day, relying on Tao Cultivation, it even bullied him.
Just when his Boundary Status had caught up, this creature had already died.
Wasteland Ancestor shook his head.
“Old Ancestor, I am not a petty person who holds grudges against the dead.
How could I stoop to dispute with him?”
As he spoke, the Spirit Snake on his back twisted its waist, slithering to the side of the Golden Pagoda, and spat out a mouthful of saliva.
Thai Zu burst into laughter, then continued with Wasteland Ancestor to the base of the mountain, to the altar that had once incubated him, which had now completely changed its appearance.
From the outside, it still looked like an altar, but as soon as they stepped on it, the whole world changed.
The void twisted, and a figure sat cross-legged there, with Talisman Runes moving in and out around the figure, cooperating to suppress something.
Wasteland Ancestor frowned.
The figure clearly did not exude any amount of Tao Cultivation, yet it gave him a feeling he could not directly face, as if just one glance could pull him in.
The figure gave him a sense of the evil of All Heavens, as if heaven and earth despised it!
Yet he felt a fondness for it from just one look.
Heaven and earth despised it, yet the Dragon Turtle felt a fondness.
“Who is this friend?” asked Wasteland Ancestor.
Thai Zu looked at the seated fellow, his gaze distant.
“He!”
“He… Friend He?” Wasteland Ancestor looked at Thai Zu in surprise.
Thai Zu’s face bore an indescribable smile, nodding affirmatively.
“The very He you’re thinking of, our own He!”
He laughed as he spoke.
Observing Wasteland Ancestor’s expression, the dim old eyes glinted.
Yes, that was the expression he wanted.
Thai Zu, acting like a naughty elder, burst into laughter.
Clearly, the figure in front of them was an Avatar of Su He’s corpse—one of the Avatars splitted from his former life’s corpse when Baiyin was experimenting.
Wasteland Ancestor stared at Su He’s corpse, stunned for a long while, then looked back at Thai Zu.
“This…
This Little Turtle?”
“Rude!” Thai Zu laughed.
“When I was still in the Turtle Egg, he was already there.
He even saw my Turtle Egg!
Call him Old Ancestor.”
Wasteland Ancestor felt a storm surge in his heart, looking back and forth between the corpse and Thai Zu…
Something was not right about this Old Turtle!
The Dragon Turtle Tribe had a strange family style, but this Old Turtle had started it.
He was of water, relatively cold in nature and better off.
Flame liked to tease the juniors—the most playful, and that’s why he didn’t even have a name left!
Clearly, Old Turtle couldn’t handle a jest.
Seemingly afraid of being called out by Wasteland Ancestor, Thai Zu stepped on the ground, and Symbols on Su He’s corpse spun around and suddenly formed a tunnel—like a cave.
“Come!
The things you want to know are all on the other side.” Thai Zu took the lead, stepping forward.
Wasteland Ancestor followed closely.
Flame had been left outside, and the two Dragon Turtles moved through the channel, one after the other.
The corridor glittered with effulgent lights, trails of rosy clouds shuttled through.
“What is this?” Wasteland Ancestor inquired, discovering that his million years of experience and knowledge seemed inadequate today.
Thai Zu glanced at the flowing lights and chuckled.
“Memories!
Slightly different from what you commonly see.”
Wasteland Ancestor curiously asked, “Whose?”
“Mine.”
Seeing Wasteland Ancestor about to inquire further, Thai Zu shook his head.
“No need to ask more.
I’ve severed too many memories and stored them here, thus there are many questions I too don’t know the answer to.
I only know it’s not yet time to merge memories…
If you want to know, go to the end and ask!”
As he spoke, Wasteland Ancestor saw a gleam of light ahead in the corridor, and as they moved forward, they even heard the roars of Dragon Turtles.
He incredulously looked at Thai Zu, only to see Thai Zu’s paw swiping down, causing the originally radiant corridor to tremble and reveal its true form, resembling two juxtaposed segments—they had already reached the junction.
Thai Zu stopped at the boundary of two realms, turning his head to look at Wasteland Ancestor, his eyes no longer dim but beaming with twin sparks.
Wasteland Ancestor…
Others called him Wasteland Ancestor, but he was raised by Thai Zu.
Now, for Thai Zu, aren’t all members of the Dragon Turtle Tribe just youngsters?
“Go ahead, I can’t pass through to the front.
Go ahead…
calling for Mingzu in my heart, wanting to know what should be known, all will be known once you pass through…”
Wasteland Ancestor looked at Thai Zu, then at the passage.
Thai Zu seemed to want to laugh, but he could hardly manage it.
He had been a Dragon Turtle for thirty million years, an Old Ancestor for twenty million years.
Who knew how many Dragon Turtles he had sent through, with each generation having its own departure.
How could he manage to laugh?
Wasteland Ancestor hesitated for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
“Old Ancestor, when it was said that Yue Zu died in battle, did Yue Zu also walk this passage?”
Thai Zu nodded.
Wasteland Ancestor burst into laughter.
There was nothing more joyful than knowing the Dragon Turtle who had raised him was still alive!
Seventy-three thousand years ago, in the battle at the East Sea, he clearly escaped but just after returning to his lair news came of Yue Zu’s demise…
So it was here.
“So if I go in, should I also say to the outside that I’ve perished?”
Thai Zu shook his head in distress.
“Haven’t thought of an excuse yet…
Maybe say you weren’t of sufficient Boundary Status and forcibly tried to enter Di Mountain and were trapped?”
Wasteland Ancestor was astounded.
Not satisfied, he glared at the Old Ancestor, snorted, and then bolted into the passageway.
Thai Zu stood in the passage, gazing for a long time.
Wasteland Ancestor’s transparent body appeared so tangible in his view.
Watching Wasteland Ancestor step farther away, reaching the mouth of the cave, looking back at him, seeming to have something to say, a gigantic Turtle Claw stretched into the tunnel, whisking him away.
Not a word was spoken.
Wasteland Ancestor was pulled out, and the bright passage in front abruptly closed.
Until this moment, oppressive forces inside the whole passage began pressing down, striving to close off the passage.
These were the forces that had once been directed at everyone in the passage, but Thai Zu, during his entry, had blocked them step by step, focusing all of Wasteland Ancestor’s portion onto himself, unbeknownst to Wasteland Ancestor, who was on the verge of reaching the Immortal Sovereign threshold.
With Wasteland Ancestor gone, the force of the whole world pressed on Thai Zu, but he looked up, biting at that force: “Get lost!”
The force rolled back.
Unprecedented murderous intent concentrated in Thai Zu’s eyes: “Just wait, just wait…
even if Little Turtle cannot grow, Old Turtle must make it through…”
He struggled to suppress his own murderous intent, paused for a long time, then turned back.
Two trails of light fluttered down, merging into Thai Zu’s forehead.
Two more memories returned.
It’s close!
Very close!
Little Turtle, hurry…
…
Seventy-three thousand years ago, amid the Chaos on his back, Su He put down his Turtle Claw, leisurely popping out his head.
Ahead, White Dragon had already transformed back into human form, clothes inexplicably changed.
Ji Feixue stood beside Su He, her starry eyes slightly trembling.
“Thank you!”
As cunning as she was, she knew Su He deliberately provoked her, creating trouble out of nothing to make her angry and fight — all for a reason.
She suddenly realized why her future self would still choose him as a husband.
Such concern, she had never experienced since she hatched.
Su He blinked, giggling: “You caught on…
So wife, since I helped you, could you help me out too?”
Ji Feixue turned to him: “Who to kill?”
Su He was startled, fluttering his head.
Stop it!
This was seventy-three thousand years ago; he had no enemies in this era.
Where could so many targets come from?
He shrunk into his Turtle Shell, easing the acute pain from Ji Feixue’s hit, grinning painfully: “Wife, could you take me in?”
“The solar eclipse will be in ten years, so I have to stay here for ten years…
I have nowhere else to go, no kin to turn to.”
Ji Feixue glanced at him.
She had nowhere to go either.
Even in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, she was but a guest, wandering through All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms without a place to stand.
Yet for some reason, her words came out as: “Okay!”