127: Chapter 127 What a huge turtle!

Sun Bu'er let out two dry laughs, his estimation of Shen Qingyuan rising once again.

To be so dismissive of a Taotie Pavilion guest token, one either truly had the confidence or truly didn't know its value.

He was more inclined toward the former.

Shen Qingyuan ignored his flattery, his gaze falling toward the cave entrance as his Spirit-Eye Divine Pupil quietly activated.

Through that faint layer of spiritual light, he could clearly see everything within the underground ruins.

Shen Yuanshan and Shen Yuanhe were dealing with the corpses of the Tiangang Sect Disciples, with Shen Quan and Shen Chong helping from the side.

Although the Heaven Sword Sect ruins had some items, the most valuable Sword-Hiding Pearl had already been taken by Shen Yuanshan; what remained were just some broken Dharma treasures and spirit herbs, better than nothing.

However, in another direction—

A slight curve formed at the corner of Shen Qingyuan's mouth.

A bit interesting.

"Let's go, let's head inside and take a look."

With his hands tucked in his sleeves, he walked lazily toward the cave entrance.

Luo Qingyue, in white robes as pure as snow, followed closely behind.

Sun Bu'er hurriedly followed with the wooden box, his steps light and his eyes filled with anticipation.

The three figures vanished into the cave entrance.

The surrounding Cultivators watched this scene, whispering and discussing among themselves.

"What's that person's background? A Core Disciple of the Taotie Pavilion is being so polite to him?"

"I don't know... but to have Fairy Qingyue following him, he definitely isn't simple."

"Pulse-Opening Realm Sixth Layer? He's probably faking it, right?"

"Who knows... a small place like Guangnan City is becoming increasingly hard to see through."

...

The cave was deep, with steps extending downward.

Shen Qingyuan's pace was neither fast nor slow, his hands tucked in his sleeves, his demeanor lazy.

Luo Qingyue followed half a step behind him, her cool eyes scanning the surroundings as her Divine Thought covered the entire underground palace like a fine spiderweb.

Sun Bu'er held the wooden box, looking around with eyes full of curiosity.

"The spiritual energy concentration here isn't right," he muttered to himself, his brow furrowing slightly. "It's at least three times denser than outside, and the nature of the spiritual energy... is a bit special."

He took a deep breath, as if savoring something.

"It feels like... the aura of some ancient spiritual vein."

Shen Qingyuan didn't respond and simply continued downward.

The three passed through the shattered Restriction and entered the underground palace.

Broken walls, collapsed halls, cracked stone tablets, scattered weapons...

Sun Bu'er took a sharp breath as he looked at all this.

"Heaven Sword Sect? This is the ruins of that Heaven Sword Sect from ten thousand years ago?!"

His voice was trembling.

As a Core Disciple of the Taotie Pavilion, he was naturally no stranger to the history of the Southern Region.

The Heaven Sword Sect was one of the top sects in the Southern Region ten thousand years ago; in the war between humans and the Yao Race, the entire sect resisted the Yao Race and was eventually wiped out.

He hadn't expected the ruins to be buried underground outside Guangnan City!

Sun Bu'er swallowed hard, his eyes full of envy. "The ruins of the Heaven Sword Sect... there must be plenty of treasures inside..."

Shen Qingyuan glanced at him and said indifferently, "The good stuff has already been taken; you're late."

The smile on Sun Bu'er's face froze.

Late?

He looked down at the wooden box in his arms, then at the surrounding ruins, his mouth twitching a few times.

"Not late, not late. Scavenging for leftovers always offers a chance."

He comforted himself with a few words and began wandering around the underground palace with the wooden box.

Shen Qingyuan ignored him and headed straight for the depths of the underground palace.

Luo Qingyue followed behind, a trace of doubt flashing in her cool eyes.

"Young Master, where are we going?"

Shen Qingyuan's lips curled slightly: "To see an Old Turtle."

Luo Qingyue was slightly stunned.

An Old Turtle?

Shen Qingyuan didn't explain further, quickening his pace through the collapsed halls and across the ruins to the deepest part of the underground palace.

There was a stone wall here.

The stone wall was about ten zhang high and twenty zhang wide, its surface covered in dense runes with spiritual light faintly flowing, emitting an ancient and weathered aura.

Unlike the broken walls elsewhere, this stone wall was perfectly intact, as if the erosion of time had no effect on it.

Shen Qingyuan stopped, his gaze falling on the stone wall as his Spirit-Eye Divine Pupil quietly activated.

Through the stone wall, he could clearly see the scene behind it—a massive underground cave.

In the center of the cave, on a simple stone platform, floated a dark gold token.

Around the token, the spiritual energy was so dense it nearly condensed into substance, forming a layer of faint mist that swirled around.

And beside the stone platform—

A massive turtle was being suppressed under an array, struggling desperately but unable to move.

The turtle was about a zhang in size, its shell a deep green, covered in fine patterns with spiritual light faintly flowing.

Its limbs were thick, its claws sharp as knives, its head massive, and its pair of cloudy old eyes were filled with shock and resentment.

It was indeed the true body of the Old Turtle.

"Interesting."

Shen Qingyuan's lips curled slightly as he lightly pressed his hand against the stone wall.

*Crack.*

The runes on the stone wall suddenly erupted with blinding light, resisting desperately.

But Shen Qingyuan's palm was like a hot iron through butter, easily penetrating that layer of spiritual light and pressing onto the stone wall.

*Rumble—*

The stone wall shook violently, and cracks began to spread like a spiderweb.

In the blink of an eye, the entire stone wall was covered in dense cracks.

"Break."

Shen Qingyuan spoke the word nonchalantly.

The stone wall exploded, turning into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

Dust filled the air, and debris flew about.

When the dust settled, a massive underground cave appeared before the three.

The cave was about a hundred zhang across and thirty zhang high, with unknown glowing crystals embedded in the ceiling, illuminating the entire cave as bright as day.

In the center of the cave, a stone platform stood quietly.

Above the stone platform, a dark gold token floated in mid-air, emitting a faint golden light.

The token was about the size of a palm; the front was engraved with an ancient 'Yuan' character, and the back featured a lifelike pattern of an exotic beast roaring at the sky.

And beside the stone platform—

"Sov... Sovereign?!"

The Old Turtle's voice came from within the cave, carrying irrepressible surprise and excitement.

He desperately raised his head, his cloudy old eyes staring fixedly at the lazy figure at the cave entrance, his eyes turning red.

"Sovereign, save me!"

At this time, Sun Bu'er also stumbled over.

His gaze swept over the surroundings, and he suddenly froze.

In the center of the cave, a massive Black Tortoise was suppressed on the ground, its deep green shell shimmering under the spiritual light, its limbs thick, its claws sharp as knives, and its massive head with cloudy old eyes staring forward.

"This... this is..."

Sun Bu'er's eyes widened, his mouth agape.

"A turtle?! What a massive turtle!"

Sun Bu'er swallowed and followed the Black Tortoise's gaze, seeing the dark gold token floating in mid-air above the simple stone platform in the center of the cave, emitting a faint golden light.

Below the token, a pale gold light barrier covered an area of ten zhang, enveloping both the token and the Old Turtle within it.

On the surface of the barrier, fine runes flowed slowly like living things, each rune emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

The arrangement of those runes faintly formed a profound pattern, as if echoing the Heavenly Dao.

"This is..."

Sun Bu'er's pupils constricted, his voice trembling: "A Saint Array! This is an array laid down by a Saint!"

He was a Core Disciple of the Taotie Pavilion with broad experience, so he had naturally seen arrays of the Saint Realm.

An array of this level would be difficult to break even for a Saint!

"To be able to survive under such an array, what kind of strength must this big turtle have?"

Sun Bu'er looked at the Old Turtle, his heart filled with immense shock.

Could this be a Saint Tortoise?!

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