"Rumble …" A part of the world descended. Vaguely, one could see lush forests, high mountains, and flowing rivers. It was a small world outside the great world. (
In order to collect the Divine Palace, which was surrounded by colorful lights, the old turtle desperately expanded its Inner World to the limit.
The void within a radius of dozens of miles was covered by the old turtle's Inner World. A huge hole seemed to have appeared in the void, trying to swallow the Divine Palace.
The old turtle stood in that part of the Inner World, its whole body surging with demonic power. Its dragon face was extremely solemn. Bean-sized beads of sweat seeped out of its forehead and were directly evaporated by the demonic power.
The terrifying fluctuation of the Inner World made all the cultivators feel great pressure. Everyone was shocked, and they felt a tremor from the depths of their souls.
The area beyond 50 kilometers was no longer safe. The countless cultivators in the mountains sensed the danger and once again retreated like a receding tide.
Even Demon Monarch of Six Paths, Demon Lord Yellow Dragon, and other peerless demigods rushed out of the range of the old turtle's Inner World.
"Swish!" "Swish!"
A green shadow and a fiery light rushed from afar and directly rushed into the old turtle's Inner World. The Three-clawed Green Serpent Xiaoqing and the Fire Qilin entered the old turtle's Inner World.
The earth fire vein under the Divine Palace had been completely blocked by the Earth-Stabilizing Divine Pillar. A pitch-black pillar was half submerged in the eye of the fire.
The Indestructible Corpse General was standing on the black pillar, looking up.
The pillar that the Earth-Stabilizing Divine Pillar had turned into was extremely huge. One end of the pillar had a diameter of 300 feet. Standing on it, the Indestructible Corpse General looked very small.
"Haha … You juniors, what are you running for? Come, come, come, fight me for 300 rounds!" The old turtle shouted, and its voice shook the sky.
With a rumble, the Inner World shrouded down. The palace had been sucked in by the power of the Inner World and slowly flew into it.
Demon Lord Huang Long held the broken flag in his hand as he calmly watched the scene. On the other hand, Demon Monarch of Six Paths, the middle-aged scholar, and Daoist Ku Rong had dark expressions on their faces.
They were able to tell that the true treasure was definitely in the central palace. However, the restrictions there were simply too powerful. With their strength, even with the treasures in their hands, they would not be able to break through the restrictions.
If the old tortoise took that palace into his inner world, all the treasures, including the Divine Palace, would belong to the old tortoise.
Demon Lord Huang Long had long believed that Old Turtle was a mighty figure among the Demon Clan. Old Turtle obtaining the Divine Palace left behind by the ancient Fire God was no different from the Demon Clan obtaining it. As long as the Demonic Monarch of Six Paths and the human cultivators didn't get it, he would be happy to see it happen.
The Inner World was a world that was independent of the outside world. It was a small world created by a great cultivator with unimaginable power. The Demon Monarch of Six Paths and the others didn't dare to make another move.
"The Divine Palace belongs to the old tortoise!" Gu Fei, who had already retreated 100 kilometers to the top of a mountain, muttered to himself when he saw the scene in the distant sky.
It was hard to imagine what kind of treasures were stored in the palace left behind by the ancient Gods. Even the palace itself was probably a divine item.
"This old tortoise …" Gu Fei couldn't help but sigh. The old tortoise had traveled far and wide. After obtaining the palace left behind by the ancient Gods, the old tortoise's capital had undoubtedly become more robust.
If there were Immortal Pills and Divine Medicines in the Divine Palace, the old tortoise's cultivation would probably break through to the Demigod Realm and become a legendary Immortal.
There were countless legends about Immortals and Gods in the Soaring Dragon Continent. There were also many Ancient Divine Relics left behind in some ominous places.
However, for thousands of years, no one in the Soaring Dragon Continent had seen an actual Immortal. There were only some skeletons that were suspected to be the remains of Immortals and Gods.
Even the most ancient sects in the Soaring Dragon Continent had mysterious descriptions of immortals and gods in their ancient records. They seemed to be illusory existences.
To cultivators, Immortals and Gods definitely existed because this was the highest goal that countless cultivators fought for. If even cultivators denied the existence of Immortals and Gods, then what was the point of walking the path of cultivation?
The life of a cultivator was to live forever in the world and to become a God or Immortal. They wanted to exist with the world and coexist with the sun and the moon.
At that moment, the peerless masters who had rushed in all directions to chase after the Psychic Ancient Treasure that had rushed out of the Divine Palace continued to fly back from afar.
Some of them were full of smiles as if they had gained something, while others were disappointed and full of hatred.
The big shots of the Guangcheng Immortal Sect, the Shang Qing Sect, the Taixuan Sect, and the Three Great Daoist Sects had grasped the opportunity well and thus became the big winners in the fight for the ancient treasure.
Dozens of powerful cultivators who were flying back stopped a hundred miles away. They did not dare to get too close in case they were affected by the power of space and were sucked into the turtle's Inner World.
Only the four demigod bigwigs dared to stand in the air outside the area covered by the old turtle's Inner World.
They were powerless to stop the turtle from taking the Divine Palace. The Inner World was a great magic that only Immortals and Gods possessed. They could not understand how the turtle could control an Inner World when he was not an Immortal or God.
Controlling an Inner World meant that the turtle was invincible. Among the Demigods, no one could compete with the turtle. The turtle could be said to be invincible.
Among the countless cultivators present, Gu Fei was probably the only one who knew the origin of the turtle.
The turtle was a figure from the ancient times. When he was at his peak, his cultivation must have been earth-shattering. He was probably a terrifying existence that surpassed the Immortals and Gods.
In the ancient times, there were many strong cultivators. That was the era that countless cultivators yearned for.
The Demon Monarch of Six Paths and the others were waiting outside. They were waiting for the moment the Restrictive Formation of the Central Palace was broken.
The more powerful the magic treasure and the more powerful the weapon, the more spiritual it would be. This kind of magic treasure and weapon could be called a Spiritual Artifact. Spiritual objects would not be taken away easily.
Once the Restrictive Formation of the Central Palace was broken, the Spiritual Artifact inside would definitely turn into a divine rainbow and rush out. When that happened, it would be time for the Demon Monarch of Six Paths and the Demon Lord Huang Long to take action.
Rumble … The world shook. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the turtle's Inner World, which covered a radius of dozens of miles, was gradually swallowing the Divine Palace that was surrounded by colorful lights.
The outcome seemed to be set. The palace left by the Ancient Gods was going to belong to the turtle.
"Little Turtle …"
At this moment, an indistinct but clear voice rang out in the void.
"Little Turtle … You're there …"
The voice was so young that it seemed to come from a child. The owner of the voice seemed to be a lively and adorable child. Everyone was stunned.
The turtle's expression changed drastically when he heard the voice. "Aiya!" He almost fell out of his Inner World.
"Little Turtle …"
The voice rang out again. This time, it was much clearer, no longer faintly discernible. However, no one knew where the voice came from.
Even Demon Monarch of Six Paths, Demon Lord Huang Long, and the others were surprised. They scanned their surroundings, but they couldn't find the owner of the voice.
The turtle seemed to know who the person was. After stabilizing himself, he immediately cursed, "Little Bald Donkey, you chased me from the West Earth to the North. You're really something!"
Everyone was shocked. It was hard to believe that someone as powerful as the Almighty Figure of the Demon Race with a dragon body was afraid of someone. Moreover, according to the turtle, that person seemed to be Baldy from the West Earth.
West Earth was the land of the Buddhist Sect. It was the Western Paradise that the people of the secular world often spoke of. Only those in the world of cultivation knew that there was no such thing as a paradise in the west. It was just that the Buddhist Sect wanted to rope in their believers, which was why they said that the west was a perfect world without illness, disputes, and everyone was kind.
In the end, it was just a way for the Buddhist Sect to spread their teachings in the world.
It portrayed a beautiful world that didn't exist. It made people believe that this world existed and had a kind of spiritual sustenance.
"Little Turtle … So you're here …"
The voice sounded very far away as if it came from the Nine Heavens. It was mighty and pervasive between the heavens and the earth. A white figure appeared in the western sky.
Swoosh!
Demon Monarch of Six Paths, the Demon Lord Huang Long, the middle-aged scholar, and Old Daoist Ku Rong — the four peerless demigods — all turned to look at the western sky.
"Who's that? Why is the Old Turtle so afraid of him? " Gu Fei also sensed the abnormality in the western sky and was extremely shocked. He couldn't believe that there was someone in this world that the peerless monster, the Old Turtle, was afraid of.
When the Old Turtle saw that person, his body trembled again and his mind was greatly shaken. He couldn't use the power of his Inner World to its fullest. The Divine Palace that had been devoured by his Inner World sank down again.
"Haha … Little Turtle … Don't run anymore. Be a good boy and be my mount!" A young voice was heard. It was a little monk with red lips and white teeth wearing a moon-white monk's robe.
The little monk held a purple gold alms bowl in his right hand as he strolled through the void. There was no escape light, and he looked very calm and collected.
In just a few steps, the little monk came close. He didn't seem to be moving very fast, but it was as if he had shrunk the ground to an inch and traversed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with one step.
Swoosh! The Old Turtle put away his Inner World and turned to escape. He didn't even want the palace below.
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