731: Chapter 190 Turtle Demon_2 731: Chapter 190 Turtle Demon_2 Her Domain Avatar was more skillfully played than Su He’s, having been the one who taught him that technique in the first place.

After glancing at the Immortal Sword, Su Huanian’s true form floated back and retreated.

As the Domain Avatar condensed, the fluctuations of True Yuan were instantly sensed by the Princely Heir, who flashed and swung his blade toward this side.

With a ring of the Sword Qi, the Spirit Immortal Sword, carrying the Avatar, soared upward and slashed out.

It was the first time during the Dark Tide that large snowflakes began to drift.

The falling snow transformed into streaks of Sword Qi, tearing through the Dark Tide and heading straight for the Princely Heir’s Horizontal Sword.

A loud collision instantly caused the Dark Tide to churn into huge waves.

The entire Dark Tide turned into a gray-black ocean strewn with catkins and dancing snowflakes.

The color drained from the Princely Heir’s face.

Not only did this Immortal Sword allow this woman’s Escape Skill to be extraordinary, but it even enabled her to momentarily match him at the Heaven Seven-fold Level!

A trace of greed flashed in his eyes as he looked at the Immortal Sword, his fighting spirit surging!

When he looked back at Su Huanian holding the sword, he saw her as a dead person.

…

Su He, looking out from the White Tiger Ruin, saw beams of brilliant aurora and felt a strange sensation rising from within; he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was coveting his wife!

Was Emperor Luan up to mischief again?

Su He turned his head and asked Baiyin, “Sister, is Baiyun Palace different from how it was in ancient times?

How can I fully control it?”

Being in Baiyun Palace, as long as one could completely control it, no matter what schemes Emperor Luan had, they could stand invincible.

Baiyin sat to one side, swinging her feet: “Just let the Toad refine a core at random.”

Her core wasn’t entirely a deception; mastering the core indeed meant controlling Baiyun Palace, only, it was special, and only the Toad could wield it.

The Toad turned its head, “Should we go and snatch the core?

We won’t get another Baiyin, will we?”

Baiyin gave it a distant glance, “Pfft!”

Still dreaming of your Turtle being surrounded by admirers?

As if!

Which core doesn’t contain her Intention?

But who could draw her out, aside from Su He?

Whenever Su He obtained a core, she would awaken inside it.

But this was a one-time opportunity; now that she had awakened, no other Consciousness Body would emerge.

With a flick of its tongue in response, the Toad suddenly hopped up and inwardly communicated to Su He, “Found it!”

Su He turned his head.

…

On the westernmost side of the White Tiger Ruin, by an ice-cold lake, the grass grew lush and warblers sang, presenting a summer scene; yet strangely, ice chips floated upon the rippling surface like ice sand.

Beneath the lake, a Cave Mansion Magic Treasure unfolded, resplendent and dazzling.

In the palace was a garden, and within the garden, a burly Bear Leopard laughed heartily, “Brother Jade River is right at last!

What could be more important than cultivating oneself?”

He patted a Grass Turtle in front of him, laughing joyfully.

The Grass Turtle had already taken on some characteristics of the Dragon Turtle, with coin-like Scale Armor, a sturdy Turtle Shell, and a fully formed External Appearance.

Its External Appearance was not a mountain but a Stele.

It followed a path of refining virtues and Luck.

Beside it, another Turtle, unrecognizable as any specific breed, was feasting heartily.

It too bore some Dragon Turtle resemblances, though more ferocious and eerie.

Tearing at bear thigh meat, it grumbled, “Elder Brother Shi Ji is right!

Tao Cultivation is far more important than any damn Dragon Turtle!

If the Dragon Turtle Tribe truly cared for their descendants, why haven’t they shown up by now?

You’ve swallowed Demonic Fruits for four hundred years, and I, for six hundred; Brother Shi Ji even survived Heavenly Tribulation, yet over these years, we’ve only heard legends of the Dragon Turtle—have we ever seen one?”

It swallowed a big bite and snorted with a cold laugh, “Look at the current situation, that Little Dragon Turtle has a big reputation!

But how old is he?

Thirty years?

Now, rumors amongst our peers suggest that this Little Dragon Turtle is indeed the son of an elder Dragon Turtle.”

Its laughter grew increasingly sarcastic, “Six hundred years, and I’ve seen through it all.

Only such a pampered second-generation heir would be instructed by the Dragon Turtle Tribe; would they ever bother with people like us?”

Having swallowed the Demonic Fruit and been on the path of the Dragon Turtle for six hundred years without a glimpse of a Dragon Turtle was telling enough, wasn’t it?

The Bear Turtle Demon paused, stroking the Grass Turtle’s hand slightly.

It too had seen a Dragon Turtle thousands of years ago when failing its tribulation; a Dragon Turtle had appeared, imparted to it Demon Cultivator techniques, and gifted it cultivation sustenance.

That huge Dragon Turtle, towering like a mountain, came tearing through space, making the heavens and earth seem low before it.

Just by laying there, it twisted the surrounding space, and the Sovereigns of the Flushing Great World seemed so insignificant before a Dragon Turtle…

It was precisely because of this that it aspired to become a Dragon Turtle itself!

Whether pureblooded or not was irrelevant; it desired the Dragon Turtle’s cultivation and combat power!

With the Dragon Turtle Bloodline, treading the Demon Species’ path would bring double the results with half the effort.

It withdrew its hand from the Grass Turtle, reaching toward a stone arm in the garden, resembling a massive stone sculpture of an arm, rumored to contain a core of Baiyun Palace, yet the Turtle Demon Shi Ji couldn’t break through it!

The Grass Turtle remained silent for a moment; having endured four hundred years of arduous cultivation, it still did not know which path lay ahead.

It had always believed cultivation was a personal matter—what did it have to do with other Dragon Turtles?

Shouldn’t failing to become a Dragon Turtle be its own problem?

Just as with cultivators’ cultivation, if one couldn’t become an Immortal, should they blame other Immortals?

There was no such logic!

They weren’t your biological father, nor had you pledged fealty as a disciple, so why should they care about you?

But the Turtle Demon was right; cultivation was key.

It wanted to become a Dragon Turtle, but it couldn’t possibly do so with just the faint shadow of the path in its Mind Orifice.

Perhaps…

it could borrow some Bloodline from other Turtles that embarked on the path of the Dragon Turtle?

Just as the Turtle Demon had done before!

Otherwise, even if it struggled like the Turtle Demon, enduring all hardships and finally facing Heavenly Tribulation after a millennium, it might still narrowly escape death under the Tribulation.