133: Chapter 134 The Xuan Turtle Sacred Tower is actually at the bottom of the sea!

Little Queen Jin Xi's voice was soft and sweet, carrying the milky tone characteristic of a child, but every word she spoke was incredibly clear and solemn.

Jiang Feng looked down at the little girl kneeling at his feet, her body still trembling slightly, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

To put on airs in front of a ten-year-old girl was something he really couldn't bring himself to do.

"Get up," Jiang Feng sighed, bending down to help her up.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Little Queen Jin Xi's shoulder, an accident happened!

Little Queen Jin Xi's eyes, which had always been covered in a dull, lifeless grey-white, lit up without any warning!

That layer of grey-white quickly faded away, replaced by a brilliant, dazzling gold!

Two beams of golden light erupted from her pupils, shining directly onto Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng's body stiffened. He could feel that this golden light had no aggressive intent; rather, it was a peculiar scan that looked through him from the inside out.

Just as he was about to circulate his Small Golden Body Art to shatter this rude probing, the golden light vanished in an instant.

Little Queen Jin Xi slowly raised her head. Her eyes, which had originally been grey-white, had actually returned to black and white, reflecting Jiang Feng's appearance for the first time.

They were clear and pure, carrying a hint of the ignorance and curiosity of someone seeing the world for the first time.

Immediately after, those eyes that had just regained their sight quickly filled with tears, and large drops rolled down uncontrollably.

"Heavenly God..."

"I... I can see you..."

"You are... exactly the same as the one I saw in my dreams..."

She cried and laughed at the same time, reaching out her small hand to tightly grab the corner of Jiang Feng's clothes, refusing to let go.

"Granny Gu... Granny Gu didn't lie to me..."

"The previous Queen didn't lie to me either..."

"There really is a Heavenly God... A Heavenly God will really come to save us..."

The little girl's crying was filled with long-suppressed grievances and the sudden eruption of immense hope, making one's heart ache.

Beside them, Granny Gu was already streaming with tears, kneeling on the ground and sobbing uncontrollably.

Jiang Feng stood there, letting the little girl hold onto his sleeve, feeling helpless for the first time.

He roughly understood.

A few months ago, this Little Queen, through some unknown method, had seen him in a dream—or perhaps through her Divine Sense.

Then, she had drawn him, and that old woman named Granny Gu, through some sort of divination or fortune-telling, had determined that he was the Heavenly God who had come to save them.

And now, the moment he touched Little Queen Jin Xi, her previously blind eyes had regained their sight.

Jiang Feng rubbed his throbbing temples.

This plot was getting more and more ridiculous.

"Stop crying for now." He squatted down, trying to make his voice sound as gentle as possible. "Tell me, what is going on? What do you need me to save the Black Turtle Tribe from?"

Little Queen Jin Xi sobbed, telling Jiang Feng about their tribe's plight in broken sentences.

It turned out that the Black Turtle Tribe had lived on the Black Turtle's Nest, which consisted of six islands, for thousands of years, living in peace and isolation.

But from some unknown time—perhaps a hundred years ago, or even longer—the sea level began to rise continuously, and the area of the islands they relied on for survival was shrinking year by year at a visible rate.

Even more terrifyingly, the islands would frequently experience violent tremors. Every time they shook, the earth would quake, and massive waves would rise, swallowing the lives of dozens of tribespeople.

It wasn't that they hadn't thought about leaving and moving elsewhere.

But their Bloodline seemed to be cursed by these islands—or rather, cursed by this place.

Any tribesperson who left the islands beyond a range of a thousand miles, regardless of age, would instantly age and eventually die.

"The previous Queen, who was my mother, died ten years ago in the last major tremor while trying to protect me." Little Queen Jin Xi wiped her tears, her small face revealing a tenacity that didn't match her age. "Before she died, she told me that I was the last Queen of the Black Turtle Tribe and the Queen who would bring hope."

"But what can I do? I am just a blind girl..."

"Until a few months ago, I had a dream. I dreamt that you descended from the sky and, with a single punch, beat back the seawater that was consuming the islands."

"Granny Gu said that you are the revelation of the Black Turtle, the Heavenly God who has come to save us."

After listening to Little Queen Jin Xi's account, Jiang Feng fell silent.

Rising sea levels, sinking islands, Bloodline curses, death upon leaving the island.

The situation of the Black Turtle Tribe sounded no different than being sentenced to death with a reprieve, just waiting for the date of execution to arrive.

And he, just because he appeared in a little girl's dream, had inexplicably become their savior.

"Heavenly God, we beg you, please save us!"

Outside the palace, a dense crowd of people had knelt down at some point.

Hundreds of Black Turtle Tribe members, men and women, young and old, were all prostrated on the ground, offering the most desperate pleas to Jiang Feng in the humblest of postures.

Those cries of "Heavenly God" gathered into a heavy force that pressed down on Jiang Feng's heart.

To be honest, he had no interest in saving the world.

His purpose for coming here was clear: first, to get the remnant map in the Black Turtle Tribe's Holy Tower; second, to find the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle needed for the subsequent cultivation of his Small Golden Body Art.

As for the life or death of these natives, what did that have to do with him?

But looking at the little Queen beside his feet, who was looking up with a tear-streaked face full of hope and trust, and then looking at the faces outside the hall filled with despair and supplication.

Jiang Feng realized that he couldn't seem to refuse so bluntly.

Damn it, he was still too soft-hearted.

Jiang Feng cursed himself silently.

"Alright, everyone get up." He stood up, his voice not loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the stone palace and outside. "I have a general idea of your situation."

Upon hearing this, Little Queen Jin Xi and all the Black Turtle Tribe members perked up.

Jiang Feng ignored their excitement and looked at Granny Gu: "Since I am your Heavenly God, will you help me look at something first?"

Granny Gu was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

Jiang Feng didn't beat around the bush with her. He took a piece of animal hide from his pocket, upon which he had drawn a turtle from memory.

The turtle's shell was as black as iron, while its limbs and head shimmered with a faint golden hue, looking quite divine. It was exactly the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle he was looking for.

"I need this thing, or any clues related to it." Jiang Feng handed the animal hide to Granny Gu. "In exchange, I will help you find a solution."

He made it clear: he wasn't helping for free.

Granny Gu and several tribal Elders who had gathered around stared carefully at the drawing, all of them frowning.

"Replying to the Heavenly God... we have never seen this creature before." Granny Gu looked bewildered and fearful. "But I will issue a notice, and all our clansmen will do their best to search for it."

Jiang Feng frowned.

They didn't recognize this thing?

Could the clue be wrong?

Or was there perhaps a different name or description for this creature in the Yunmeng Marsh?

"Forget it." Jiang Feng took back the animal hide; there was no point dwelling on this now. "Take me to your Holy Tower."

Since there were no clues for the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle for the moment, he would deal with the remnant map first.

As for the life or death of the Black Turtle Tribe, Jiang Feng didn't know where to start, so he would deal with that later.

Upon hearing the words "Holy Tower," both Granny Gu and Little Queen Jin Xi showed expressions of embarrassment.

"Heavenly God, to tell you the truth..." Granny Gu said with a bitter face, "The Holy Tower of our Black Turtle Tribe is a bit different from other tribes."

"How is it different?"

"The entrance to the Holy Tower was submerged by the rising seawater over a hundred years ago..." Little Queen Jin Xi answered quickly, her small face full of frustration. "We have tried many methods, but we cannot open that door."

The last trace of courtesy on Jiang Feng's face vanished.

After all this, the two goals he came here for—one couldn't be found, and the other couldn't be entered? Had he made the trip for nothing?

"Take me to see it." He suppressed the anger in his heart, his voice turning cold.