135: Chapter 136 This island is actually alive!

"Not bad, still alive."

A lazy, playful, and alluring female voice rang out from the depths of Jiang Feng's Sea of Consciousness.

Jiang Feng's movements paused imperceptibly.

The woman who had tricked him into this godforsaken place had awakened.

"Oh? You've reached Minor Achievement in the second stage of the Small Golden Body Art?"

"Tsk tsk, you truly are the man I have taken a fancy to."

Jiang Feng's consciousness instantly sank into his Sea of Consciousness.

In the grey, hazy space, that purple-skirted figure leaned lazily against the Void Realm, her posture relaxed, as if she had just woken up.

"What? Are you not happy to see me?"

Jiang Feng's voice echoed in the Sea of Consciousness, cold, accompanied by an eye roll.

"Happy? I'm so happy I want to erect a tombstone for you."

The purple-skirted phantom paused noticeably.

"You really have such a sharp tongue."

"I have a sharp tongue?"

Jiang Feng's anger in the Sea of Consciousness almost materialized into reality.

"You dragged me into this godforsaken place, where I can't go home to my family or see my wife and children, and I have to fight a bunch of mad women who specialize in Physical Body combat every single day."

"The fact that I haven't dragged you out of my Sea of Consciousness to feed the fish is already my greatest act of mercy."

The Purple-Skirt Woman's figure became more solid, her tone revealing a hint of imperceptible guilt.

"Ahem, the situation was special at the time; the Great Dream Tide had descended, and I had no choice but to borrow your Physical Body to take refuge."

"So you tricked me?"

"You didn't die, did you?"

"Nonsense, if I had died, would you still be able to talk to me here right now?"

The Purple-Skirt Woman fell silent.

She seemed to realize that whenever she talked to this man, she was the one who ended up frustrated.

Therefore, she changed the subject.

"I didn't expect you to be able to cultivate the Small Golden Body Art to this level."

"For countless Geniuses in the Qingyun Sect, even entering the introductory stage is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Your Physical Body Foundation is even deeper than I imagined."

Jiang Feng remained unmoved.

"Stop flattering me. There's a problem now, you solve it."

The Purple-Skirt Woman chuckled.

"You're so bold when asking for help?"

"I'm not asking you."

Jiang Feng's tone was straightforward.

"If I can't get out, don't think you'll be able to either. If you think it's comfortable to spend your retirement in my Sea of Consciousness, then we can just stay here in Yunmeng Marsh and be natives for the rest of our lives."

The Purple-Skirt Woman's eyes lit up; she didn't dare to retort.

"You found a clue to leave?"

"There are eight tribes and eight Holy Towers, each with a fragment of a map at the top. If we piece them together, we might be able to find that 'Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Technique'."

The Purple-Skirt Woman immediately perked up.

Jiang Feng visualized the shape of the map fragment from the Chilian Holy Tower within his Sea of Consciousness.

The Purple-Skirt Woman slowly stood straight. As her purple skirt fluttered, the laziness vanished, replaced by the Aura of an expert.

"This... if all eight fragments can be pieced together, perhaps we really can find a path to leave this realm."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Jiang Feng's voice turned cold. "The entrance to this Holy Tower is currently flooded by seawater, and I have no spiritual power. You, think of a way."

The Purple-Skirt Woman snorted softly.

"I am only a Soul remnant; my power is limited."

"Don't give me that useless talk." Jiang Feng was blunt. "You were able to pass me a Cultivation Technique last time, can't you do something useful this time? A dignified Nascent Soul Master, are you really just going to be a sleeping beauty in my head?"

"Jiang Feng!"

The Purple-Skirt Woman's voice carried anger.

"You'd better be polite to me!"

"I won't be polite, what can you do about it?" Jiang Feng let go completely. "At worst, I'll jump into the sea right now and see which one of us will have our Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering first."

The purple-skirted phantom in the Sea of Consciousness became unstable, almost dissipating.

After a long silence.

Her voice finally sounded, her Aura softening.

"Fine, I will temporarily use my remaining Divine Sense to investigate."

Jiang Feng's lips curled slightly.

"You should have said that earlier. You only get to work after being scolded; your hobby is quite unique."

The Purple-Skirt Woman couldn't be bothered to respond to him.

The next moment, an indescribable will boomed and spread from the deepest part of Jiang Feng's Sea of Consciousness!

It was not power, nor was it energy.

It was a pure form of "perception".

In an instant, Jiang Feng's world seemed to have been muted.

The sound of the wind, the waves, the breathing and heartbeats of everyone on the boat, all vanished in an instant.

Granny Gu, Little Queen Jin Xi, and the others on the boat felt their hearts jump violently, as if they had been scanned by a pair of eyes from the depths of their Souls. The feeling was fleeting, as fast as an illusion.

After a dozen breaths.

The Purple-skirted Woman's voice, tired yet carrying a hint of excitement, rang out in Jiang Feng's mind.

"Interesting, truly interesting..."

"This place is not an island at all."

Jiang Feng's heart stirred: "What do you mean?"

"It's not the sea level rising!"

The Purple-skirted Woman's voice was playful.

"It's the 'island' itself moving deeper."

What?!

Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"These seven so-called islands are actually the corpse of a giant turtle! The head, limbs, tail, and the turtle shell that carries the tribes!"

The Purple-skirted Woman threw out an earth-shattering secret.

"A giant mysterious turtle beast that has been dead for who knows how many tens of thousands of years! This tribe is built right on its corpse!"

Jiang Feng froze completely.

He looked down at the boat beneath his feet, then toward the "islands" looming in the seawater in the distance.

The entire Mysterious Turtle Nest is a dead giant turtle?

"Then why does it move? Why does it sink?"

"Because new life has emerged within its body."

The Purple-skirted Woman chuckled.

"A very energetic little fellow is trying to take over the nest. It wants to swim to the deep sea and needs nourishment; it needs flesh and blood."

"Therefore, it will occasionally make this turtle corpse 'vibrate,' causing the people living on it to fall into the water and become its food."

It was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through Jiang Feng's mind.

Sea level "rising," islands "vibrating," tribespeople dying.

"The little fellow you mentioned... what is it?"

"Heh, it's exactly the thing you're looking for."

The Purple-skirted Woman slowly revealed the answer.

"The Iron-Armored Golden Turtle."

"It's just that it has devoured the flesh and blood essence of the ten-thousand-year Mysterious Turtle and has been feeding on these people, so it has already become a formidable force. It's extremely ferocious."

The root of all the problems was actually the same thing!

"Solving it is very simple." The Purple-skirted Woman's voice was seductive. "Infiltrate the interior of this giant turtle's corpse, find that Iron-Armored Golden Turtle, slaughter it, and all problems will be solved."

Jiang Feng was silent.

That Iron-Armored Golden Turtle, which fed on the ten-thousand-year turtle corpse and living people, was definitely a terrifying existence beyond imagination.

"What, are you afraid?"

The Purple-Skirt Woman seemed to enjoy Jiang Feng's current gravity.

"With your current strength, going down there is just delivering yourself as a snack."

Jiang Feng suddenly laughed.

He turned around, leaned against the ship's railing again, his posture relaxed.

He responded lazily in his Sea of Consciousness.

"It doesn't matter."

"Anyway, I didn't promise to save them. At worst, we'll all be finished together."

"Before I die, being able to have a famous Nascent Soul Master buried with me... this life of mine has been a huge profit."

"You!"

The Purple-skirted Woman's voice completely changed tone.

She realized she could never truly manipulate this man; he was like a piece of tough, slippery meat—shameless, yet she could do nothing about it.

Their Divine Souls were intertwined; they prospered together and suffered together.

If Jiang Feng died, she wouldn't survive either.

After a moment of stalemate, Jiang Feng suddenly straightened his body.

The eyes of everyone on the boat instantly focused on him.

"Heavenly God..." Granny Gu spoke with a trembling voice, "Is there... a way?"

Jiang Feng ignored her and walked straight to the bow of the boat, his gaze sweeping over the "islands" swaying in the wind and waves in the distance.

He slowly turned back, looked at everyone, and his gaze finally fell on the Little Queen Jin Xi.

"Let me tell you one thing."

"From start to finish, it was never your island that was sinking."

He paused, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

"It is this entire 'island' beneath your feet that has been moving into the deep sea on its own."