From high above, in the dark, deep pit, a massive black tortoise lay silently, its body embedded in the hard mud.
The body withers and life is lost.
The tortoise shell is covered with dense cracks, giving the impression that it would shatter at the slightest touch.
It resembles porcelain.
No matter how much the communication device rang, Old Turtle remained silent.
Boom!
Just then, a tremendous roar came from afar.
A colossal wave surged toward the pit from all directions, a dark, overwhelming mass, its momentum like a rainbow.
final.
With the earth-shattering collision of the giant waves, the boundless seawater filled the deep pit.
At the same time, the old turtle's enormous body was also submerged under the seawater, as if it would sink to the bottom of the sea forever.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Suddenly, figures flashed by and rushed over.
Those were also enormous black tortoises, their expressions panicked and fearful, their bodies trembling slightly as if out of control even during flight.
Upon arriving here, looking at the vast and boundless sea, the eyes of these black turtles were filled with horror and fear.
Then, they frantically darted into the sea and pulled the old turtle's body from the seabed.
"Ancestor, wake up!"
"Ancestor, don't scare me!"
"Ancestor, the Xuan Turtle Clan cannot do without you!"
The turtles' voices trembled as they spoke, and they carefully placed the old turtle on the sea surface, taking out all the healing items from their storage treasures to save him.
at the same time.
They also searched for the Turtle Elder's spatial treasures on his body, and subconsciously probed into them with their divine souls.
To the delight of the Xuan Turtle, the soul imprint of the spatial treasure, though faint, still remained.
This shows that the ancestor did not perish.
In fact.
As they retrieved the old turtle's body, their immense divine soul power, at the level of god-kings, allowed them to vaguely sense that the ancestor was not dead.
"Quickly, extract the true dragon's essence blood to heal the ancestor!"
The many Xuan Turtle worked together to refine the Turtle Elder's spatial treasures, extracting the True Dragon Essence Blood at the God-King level, as well as other healing pills, which they then fed to the Turtle Elder.
As they watched the true dragon's essence and the elixir being slowly absorbed, the hearts of the Xuan Turtle members sank lower and lower.
"Let's work together to refine it for our ancestor!"
Next.
After setting up a simple formation around them, the eight powerful Divine Kings joined forces to refine the True Dragon Blood and medicinal power of the pills for Elder Turtle, helping him recover faster.
However, as their essence and elixirs were refined, they did not feel any relief.
This is because, even with the essence of a divine king and the best divine king pills to heal his injuries, the old turtle still showed no signs of waking up, let alone recovering from his injuries.
"how so?"
"What exactly happened?"
These black tortoises were somewhat bewildered; they had no idea what was happening.
The location of Elder Gui is a secret place of the Xuan Turtle Clan. Not to mention ordinary Xuan Turtles, even God-King Xuan Turtles cannot approach it without reason.
They only flew over to investigate because they vaguely sensed the fighting.
Little did they know that what they would see was their ancestor severely injured and dying.
"Continue, we must revive the Ancestor!"
Without time to ponder, they all knew that the reason the Xuan Turtle Clan could stand on equal footing with other top races was because of their ancestor, not because of these eight God Kings.
Once the ancestor falls, given the current chaotic situation in the desolate region, the Xuan Turtle Clan may face annihilation.
Especially.
Previously, when the ancestor helped Ao Chen deal with the Black Cat Clan and Lu Tao, he offended these two forces too much. Even if the ancestor hadn't perished, these two forces wouldn't have let the Xuan Turtle Clan off easily.
If the ancestor were to perish and they found out, they would surely do everything in their power to annihilate the Xuan Turtle Clan.
not to mention.
Many races outside the region know that the ancestor possesses the bloodline of a true dragon, and even a true dragon bloodline at the level of a god-king. Given the ancestor's demise, these races will likely seize the opportunity to make their move.
Even the true dragon race might be able to reclaim the true dragon bloodline.
Therefore, no matter what, we must save our ancestor.
And so, without hesitation, the eight Divine King Xuan Turtle directly fused the other two portions of Divine King-level True Dragon Essence Blood into the Turtle Elder's body through their inner energy control.
They worked together to refine it, fusing it with the ancestor's bloodline.
On one hand, they wanted to revive the ancestor, and on the other hand, they wanted to take this opportunity to see if they could also improve the ancestor's bloodline.
actually.
To enhance one's bloodline, under normal circumstances, one needs to actively fuse and refine it to achieve the best effect.
Furthermore, even under such circumstances, complete success cannot be guaranteed.
Moreover, this is when one is in a state of dormancy and needs the help of others.
The Xuan Turtles knew that using these three portions of true dragon bloodline on their ancestor in such a state was somewhat wasteful, but they had no better choice.
Even if they used it themselves, even if it could enhance the bloodline of one of the Xuan Turtle and transform it into a Xuanwu, it would not be able to save the Xuan Turtle clan from its crisis in a short period of time.
The threat posed by the Black Cat Clan and Lu Tao was simply too great.
Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, the three portions of true dragon blood essence were almost forcefully integrated into the old turtle's bloodline.
To the delight of the Xuan Turtle, the dormant life force within the old turtle's body began to slowly revive.
"The ancestor is alright, the ancestor has finally come back to life."
All the black tortoises breathed a sigh of relief, then nervously watched the old tortoise's movements.
As time passed, what made all the Xuan Turtle look grim was that the Ancestor's vitality was only recovering, but its bloodline showed no signs of transformation.
"well!"
This outcome caused all eight Xuan Turtle members to sigh silently.
"Heh...heh..."
Not long after, the old tortoise slowly opened his eyes, exhausted and weak. His eyes were somewhat blank, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but his throat felt as if it had been dry for countless years. It was cracked and uncomfortable, like a withered tree, and he could hardly speak.
Left with no other choice, the old turtle could only transmit his voice through his tattered soul, saying, "You...you shouldn't have saved me!"
His voice was full of sighs.
It had already spotted the jade bottle beside it, which was used to hold the blood of the true dragon.
Three portions of true dragon bloodline were wasted in vain.
Hearing the old ancestor's weary and powerless words, the eight divine kings and black turtles seemed to have guessed something, and couldn't help but tremble. One of the black turtles asked in fear and unease, "Old ancestor, is your injury... beyond repair?"
"Disaster!"
Old Turtle slowly uttered a single word.
But this one word caused the eight god-kings of the Xuan Turtle Clan to freeze on the sea surface as if they had lost all their life force, unable to move for a long time.
The ancestor, whom they had finally managed to save, was... unable to recover from his injuries.
Old Turtle added, "I have already burned more than 90% of my essence, energy, and spirit. In addition, there is the essence, blood, and lifespan I consumed during the previous divination. It is almost impossible for me to recover."
As he spoke, the already aged face of the old turtle became even more weathered.
It was as if he had aged ten thousand years in an instant.
But hidden beneath that weathered face was endless resentment and unwillingness.
It finally obtained three portions of true dragon bloodline from Ao Chen. After resolving Lu Tao's matter, it went into seclusion to fuse the bloodline and allow it to transform.
If the transformation is successful, it can not only replenish its lost lifespan, but also use it to try to break through to the God Emperor realm again.
Unfortunately, all of this is now out of reach for it.
"Ancestor, what exactly happened? Who did it?"
The eight black tortoises were all unwilling.
They wanted to know what had caused their ancestor to almost die.
You must know that our ancestor was at the half-step God Emperor realm. With such strength, who could have infiltrated the Xuan Turtle Clan silently and left our ancestor severely injured and on the verge of death?
What's even stranger is...
Since the enemy has already beaten the ancestor to such a state, yet did not take away the ancestor's physical body; similarly, the ancestor did not send a message for his descendants to come and help.
This is really weird!
Old Turtle lay on the surface of the sea, staring blankly at the water. After a long silence, he slowly said, "It was Lu Tao. He learned the curse technique that Ao Chen obtained and used it on me."
"What? A curse?"
Upon hearing this, the eight-headed black tortoise couldn't help but have its pupils contract sharply.
The curse, if its power is weak, will have no effect on the God-King and can be easily resisted. However, if the curse is powerful, even the God-King will find it very troublesome to resist.
And it is quite obvious.
The curse that our ancestor encountered was exceptionally terrifying.
Even with his essence, energy, and spirit burning at the half-step Divine Emperor realm, he could not withstand it, because it was no longer very likely that the Ancestor could recover.
Since Lu Tao was proficient in such methods, he could certainly continue to curse.
even--
Not only can you curse your ancestors, but you can also curse them.
Thinking of this, the eight powerful god-kings couldn't help but tremble, and subconsciously burrowed their heads into the tortoise shell.
Seeing this, the old tortoise comforted him, "It's alright. To unleash such a terrifying curse, a great many offerings are required. It should be difficult for Lu Tao to cast the curse again in a short time. You don't need to worry."
"Yes, Ancestor!"
Upon hearing this, the eight black turtles finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's no wonder they're timid; Lu Tao's curse is simply too terrifying.
Even their ancestors couldn't withstand it, let alone them.
Then, one of the black tortoises suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, Ancestor, Ao Chen has been sending messages asking about..."
"well!"
Upon hearing this, Elder Turtle sighed silently, then glanced at the faces of the eight juniors one by one, and said softly, "Now that I am half-crippled, I am afraid I will not live much longer. You... should not go out during this time, but stay by my side to cultivate. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."
"Ancestor!"
Upon hearing this, the eight black tortoises all had red eyes and sorrowful expressions.
"It's all fate!"
Old Turtle waved his hand, indicating that they shouldn't be sad, and then sent a message to Ao Chen: "Ao Chen, I failed!"
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