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Chapter 488: 488, [Mysterious Turtle Mends the Heaven]

Atop the Hidden Mountain, “The Sword Qi is Near” let out a sword hum, an action taken involuntarily.

After making the humming sound, it immediately chose to become silent and wanted to hide in a crevice in the ground.

It had always tried to maintain its pride in front of Lu Xun, but the momentum of the impending Sword Fate excited it to such an extent that it could not help itself!

——Resist, resist, it cried out continuously.

The situation was roughly like that.

“The Sword Qi is Near” hovered at the peak of Hidden Mountain. While it managed to suppress the sword hum, it couldn’t help trembling.

There are some emotions that would still break out even if you cover your mouth.

The Sword Fate from the Five Continents is a terrifying thing. The fact that “The Sword Qi is Near” only became excited rather than submitting was already an accomplishment.

The present Lu Xun, perhaps with a mere thought, can employ the “Heart Sword” within his Sword Heart, and even an Immortal Sword could be directly knocked away!

The absorption of Sword Fate is slow in itself, and the spiritual energy vortex around him keeps rushing into Lu Xun’s body, hence, he always kept himself floating in the air. From a distance, it would appear as though a consciousness-less man was being lifted by a ceaseless current.

The surrounding clouds and mist formed a wall that pierced the heavens, standing in the distance. The scene was extremely spectacular.

The only thing that made people feel horrified was that the crack in the sky seemed to become more and more unstable.

Just at this moment, a figure slowly floated towards the dome of the sky.

His movements were slow, his back hunched, and he was leaning on a cane.

The surrounding spiritual energy vortex and paranormal phenomena were so terrifying that even Shen Yan didn’t dare to get close; this hunched old man, however, moved freely without any obstacle. His actions were just a bit overly sluggish.

Elder Gui floated to Lu Xun’s side, a benevolent smile on his face. He looked at Lu Xun, who had his eyes closed, and nodded contently.

As the old servant of the master, he was like the old butler of the household.

Seeing that the young master has made some achievements, naturally, the old servant felt relieved.

After all, Lu Xun was someone he watched grow up.

Elder Gui, the only Black Turtle on the Heavenly Dust Continent, glanced again at Lu Xun, then continued to fly towards the high vault of the sky.

He looked down on the entire Demon Sect, his gaze gentle, full of deep thought and reminiscence.

As he flew higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the crack in the sky, Elder Gui, the mute old man, lifted his left hand. His left hand was thin and bony, covered in age spots. With a gentle uplift, the whole land of the Eastern Region started trembling.

The Great Sacrificial Rite, located outside the Eastern Region, could also feel the earth shaking.

“What’s happening!” The Great Sacrificial Rite didn’t know how many times he had been shocked.

Then, he saw endless smoke spreading out. Somewhere in the Eastern Region, something vast was breaking out of the ground!

It was Qingling City!

A city that had already been emptied and turned into a ghost town — Qingling City.

Outside Qingling City, Elder E had already led the disciples of the Demon Sect who had been stationed in “Turtle’s Longevity” to leave. As a great monster, he looked up at Elder Gui in the sky, slowly lowered his head, and respectfully said:

“Greetings to the Great Saint of our Monster Clan!”

The Monster Clan… The only remaining Great Saint, the last Great Saint!

At this moment, huge cracks began to appear on the ground inside Qingling City, houses also started collapsing, and the shell of the Black Turtle broke out of the ground and slowly started to levitate.

Its appearance was equivalent to telling everyone that Qingling City was indeed built on the shell of a Black Turtle. This was not a legend, but a fact!

The shell of the Black Turtle was ridiculously large, leaving a massive shadow on the ground as it floated in the air, as if the night had fallen, and sky was dark.

The Great Sacrificial Rite’s eyes widened as he watched the scene. He felt somewhat uncertain in his heart.

He had no assurance of winning such a feat against the natural order.

Or rather, if he were to face Elder Gui one on one, he felt that he would surely die!

“Is this the power of the Black Turtle Clan? The power of the Great Saint of the Monster Clan?” he said to himself.

The Black Turtle was born from the world and was said to share the same lifespan with Heaven and Earth.

But in history, no Black Turtle on the Heavenly Dust Continent ever truly lived as long as Heaven and Earth.

Whenever a calamity descended upon the world, the shadows of the Black Turtle Clan could always be seen.

——Although the divine turtle lived long, it too had an end.

Heaven and Earth gave them everything, and they returned everything back to Heaven and Earth.

What the mute old man intended to do was simple. The crack left in the sky by the foreign race spirits represented endless threats, and if it was allowed to spread, it would bring catastrophic disasters upon the entire Eastern Region. What he wanted to do was to mend it.

——Mend the Sky Crack!

The giant turtle shell ascended higher and higher until it was directly above Elder Gui’s palm.

Elder Gui was already thin, with his skin clinging to his bones. Now, his left hand, frail to the extreme, was holding up an enormous turtle shell, creating a tremendous contrast.

Elder Gui was a water attribute monster cultivator, he channeled spiritual power within his body, producing a deep blue stream of energy, enveloping the turtle shell and slowly moving it towards the crack in the sky.

Observing the scene before him, the Great Sacrificial Rite realized the disparity between himself and the mute old man.

He suddenly understood that even with the three embodiments of the Supreme Lord, he perhaps wouldn’t be a match for the mute old man!

Unless the Supreme Lord personally came, his hasty entrance into the Eastern Region might result in a disaster!

“Fortunately, this Black Turtle is occupied with fixing the crack in the sky, so it should not have the time to consider anything else, right?” The Great Sacrificial Rite straightened his slightly crooked hat and pondered.

Now might be the best opportunity!

He never expected that the plan set by the deities to delay the sir would fail to delay the sir, only managing to delay his old servant.

What was more absurd was, if this old servant hadn’t been delayed, he would probably not even be a match!

As the Great Sacrificial Rite watched the turtle shell getting closer and closer to the skyward crack, he prepared to seize the opportunity.

In his eyes, the moment the turtle shell made contact with the crack was his best chance!

If he could defeat it in one stroke, he had confidence that he could kill this old servant of the sir!

By that time, the entire Eastern Region would be at his mercy.

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Underneath the sky dome, the deep blue stream of energy ceaselessly spread out in all directions.

Elder Gui’s right hand, which held the turtle shell, was already covered in blood.

His fingers were somewhat twisted, and his wrinkled and aging palm seemed to be slightly deformed.

At such a height, just reaching there required a tremendous amount of strength to support himself, let alone holding up the turtle shell and combating the force being spread around from within the crack.

Even he felt somewhat strained.

Later on, it wasn’t just his palm, even his entire left arm began to have problems.

Elder Gui was originally hunched, but now, he hunched even more severely.

The fearsome pressure from within the crack was entirely borne by him alone.

The last Black Turtle of Heaven and Earth, the last Great Saint of the Monster Clan, was exerting his efforts to reverse the tide!

The mute old man continued to move in his usual slow pace, but it was steady.

He lowered his gaze to this land where he had lived for an uncountable number of years.

The surging water attribute spiritual power radiating from him caused the surroundings to start to rain.

In the entire Eastern Region, a fine, continuous rain began to fall.

If a person’s emotions could be expressed through the mouth, then it would be quite unfair for those who were mute.

The mute old man could not speak, yet his love for this world was profound.

Raindrops fell upon the earth…

——Moistening silently.