Chapter 385 Qujiang Divine Turtle

Shen Nanzhi stood tall in a white palace gown, her figure and demeanor delicate and beautiful, stirring the soul and evoking a sense of protective tenderness.

Every peerless beauty on the beauties ranking list is uniquely exquisite.

While ugly people are unsightly in a myriad of ways, beauties naturally possess their own distinct flavors.

At this moment, Shen Nanzhi's lovely face showed a hint of conflict.

Her heart was devoted solely to martial arts, and she had little interest in matters of the heart; she only wished to step onto the Peak of the martial Dao with her sword, even if she were to perish along the way.

However, the words just spoken by her Master, Old Man of Tianshan, left her feeling somewhat at a loss.

Old Man of Tianshan gave her no time to consider and continued speaking:

"Great Hero Yan's cultivation is the best in the world; how can his companions be mere common women?"

"My Disciple Nanzhi has extraordinary talent and has already opened two Divine Treasuries. In time, she will achieve Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and rank among the world's elite. Moreover, she is a beauty on the beauties ranking list. Only a woman like Nanzhi is worthy of Great Hero Yan!"

Yan Chu did not reveal himself. Hearing this, he simply flicked his sleeve, and an endless gale erupted from the xun wind cauldron, instantly sweeping the Old Man of Tianshan and his two Disciples hundreds of miles away.

If he let this old fellow continue, he would become the laughingstock of the entire world.

Little did he know that in the world today, even commoners who knew nothing of martial arts understood Yan Chu's character perfectly; his reputation didn't need anyone to elaborate.

There was a jingle to prove it:

Blade Demon Yan Chu is wild in skill, but his heart is as narrow as a needle's eye.

He cares not for the maidens in their chambers, but only hungers for others' beautiful wives.

Petty and vengeful with a small mind, he goes mad at the sight of a beauty.

After tonight, his reputation was confirmed once again, and it was likely everyone now knew his weakness.

The Old Man of Tianshan and his Disciples were swept away by the gale. When they regained their senses, they were already hundreds of miles away at the foot of a completely unfamiliar mountain.

"We're okay?! Yan Chu really let us go!!"

Regaining his footing, "Red Sun Venerable" Li Zhou looked at his Master, Old Man of Tianshan, with a face full of surprise.

"Phew..."

Old Man of Tianshan let out a long breath, a look of lingering fear appearing on his face.

Even at his age, his heart had been pounding just now; indeed, there is great terror between life and death.

He turned to his second Disciple, Shen Nanzhi, and said earnestly, "Nanzhi, did you hear what I just said? The three of us are alive today all because of you. Do not let my words go in one ear and out the other."

"Otherwise, with Yan Chu's pettiness, he might very well come looking for us again, and he won't be as easy to talk to next time."

Shen Nanzhi's pretty face flushed red, and her eyes darted around, who knows what she was thinking...

...

Of the three factions that attacked the palace, the members of the Buddhist sect were all exterminated, while the Hidden Dragon Clan and the Old Man of Tianshan's side were spared because they catered to Yan Chu's tastes.

However, after today, these two factions had also lost any ambition to contend for world domination.

With the matter settled, the massive Aura shrouding the capital slowly dissipated, and the three giant cauldrons soared into the high sky.

From the distant reaches of the dark blue sky, a thunderous roar several times grander than before rang out. The entire Central Province could feel the intense tremors; one could imagine the terrifying extent of this Heavenly Tribulation's power.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure fell straight from the sky, crashing into a valley with a boom and kicking up endless dust. The birds and beasts in the forest were startled, running and howling through the mountains as the sounds of apes and beasts echoed continuously.

"Holy crap!!"

Within a circular crater dozens of feet wide, a scorched figure slowly sat up, unable to help but curse the heavens.

This was the most miserable Yan Chu had been since his debut.

He hadn't expected the Heavenly Tribulation to be this violent this time; even with his Pure Yang Body, he couldn't withstand the continuous battering of the lightning.

He had a premonition that if he were to act again, the resulting Heavenly Tribulation would surely be even more terrifying, potentially exceeding the limits of what he could endure.

He shook his head, and the blood scabs on his skin fell away, revealing new skin as white as jade. Within him, Innate Pure Yang Qi flowed, forming a Protective Aura that warded off all evils.

Yan Chu circulated the Nine Yang Divine Art, the Pure Yang Qi within him flowing endlessly, and his injuries quickly healed...

An hour later, at Coiling Dragon Gorge.

This was the most winding and turbulent section of the Qu River.

The river coiled and twisted here like a ten-thousand-foot dragon, surging majestically toward the distance.

The cliffs on both sides were as steep as if cut by a blade, standing in opposition.

The river flowed for thousands of miles along the gorge walls, roaring and galloping down. The crashing waves struck the rocks, throwing up thousands of layers of white spray, and the roar vibrated through the deep valley like the thunder of ten thousand horses, swallowing the sky and splitting the earth.

Yan Chu slowly descended from the air, standing on a reef about ten feet wide.

The surging waves automatically parted as they passed the reef before merging back into the flowing river, a magnificent sight.

Yan Chu took out the imperial seal of the realm. The surface of the seal was now dim, but the Luck accumulated within was far more robust than when it was in Emperor Li Heming's hands.

Currently, this imperial seal of the realm was a masterless object.

Whoever could gain its recognition would possess a massive amount of Luck and have a great chance of establishing another Imperial Dynasty that would last for a thousand years.

Of course, gaining its recognition would not be easy.

Holding the imperial seal of the realm, Yan Chu followed what was described in Gu Xingzhou's letter and lightly tapped the cliff wall three times with his finger.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

These three sounds carried a strange rhythmic vibration that began to echo within Coiling Dragon Gorge. The sound grew louder and louder, like the long cry of a giant dragon, such that even the roaring flow of the river could not drown it out.

"Heh—Wahahahaha!!!!"

Suddenly, a strange laugh came from beneath the river, instantly drowning out the echoes in the gorge. Even the galloping river water calmed down with the appearance of this laughter.

Following that, a whirlpool a thousand feet wide appeared on the river surface, sucking in countless fish, shrimp, and debris.

From within the whirlpool, a giant black stone tablet slowly rose.

The surface of the tablet was smooth, shimmering with a faint dark light. It stood dozens of feet high and was a wordless monument.

And beneath the Wordless Tablet was a hundred-foot giant turtle, like a small mountain.

The turtle's shell was layered and heavy, dark green and ancient brown in color, covered in cracks from age. Between the ravines of its shell grew dark green moss and thousand-year-old algae, faintly carrying a desolate Aura of primeval antiquity.

Its back shell rose like a series of isolated Peaks, with craggy ridges. Each scute was as large as a millstone and carved with naturally mysterious ancient patterns, seemingly bearing the vicissitudes of heaven, earth, and time.

The turtle's head emerged from the river, as large as a massive hill.

Its eyes were like two deep green ancient lamps submerged in an abyss, flashing with a human-like light of wisdom.

"There really is such a divine turtle..."

An unusual look couldn't help but appear in Yan Chu's eyes.

What surprised him was not the turtle's size; there were many exotic beasts of such size in this world, and many with wisdom no less than a human's.

But on this divine turtle, there flowed a wonderfully strange Aura, as if it carried the entire world. For a moment, even Yan Chu could not see through the depths of this divine turtle.