Primordial Era: A man at the mouth of the Guanjiang River marries the Third Holy Mother.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Chen Changsheng stood on the land that had been completely flattened, the God-Slaying Spear in his hand still emitting a ghostly light that made his soul tremble, but he was completely stunned.

What just happened?

A soul giant, powerful enough to shatter the Eastern Emperor Bell with a single slap, was forcibly dragged back by golden chains that emerged from the ground.

Those painful screams and desperate struggles didn't seem faked.

This godforsaken place definitely has a big problem.

He recalled the three ancestral witch incarnations and cautiously looked around.

That immense hatred vanished, along with the soul giant, completely suppressed.

On the ground, the glowing golden patterns had completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Yet, the lingering aura of the array still made his heart pound.

"Penglai Immortal Island... Is this really Penglai Immortal Island?"

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but curse.

This place was nothing like the paradise he had imagined.

It's less of a fairy island and more of an inescapable hell suppressing some terrifying being.

He now has two choices.

First, we should turn around and leave immediately. This place is too eerie. Even Emperor Fuxi could only deduce the outer route. The water inside is unfathomably deep. If we stay any longer, who knows what kind of trouble might happen.

Secondly... stay and figure out what's going on.

That soul giant, that god-slaying spear that everyone recognizes, and this strange seal...

Curiosity can sometimes be more deadly than anything else.

Chen Changsheng weighed the God-Slaying Spear in his hand.

With this guy around, at least he has the ability to protect himself when facing that soul entity.

It's done!

Since we're already here, we can't let ourselves be scared away; that would be too embarrassing.

He made up his mind, focused his attention, and began to carefully explore this shattered continent.

The Eye of Heavenly Punishment opened once more, its golden divine gaze sweeping over every inch of land.

He discovered that the composition of this land was extremely special, with a density far exceeding that of any mountain rocks on the prehistoric continent, and it was more like the... fossilized bones of some kind of creature.

Just as he was preparing to delve deeper into a fractured mountain range, another unexpected event occurred!

The ground where the soul giant was dragged down began to bulge slightly.

Chen Changsheng instantly gripped the God-Slaying Spear, his entire body covered in Great Dao Thunder Armor, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Again?

This time, there was no earth-shattering momentum, nor that overwhelming hatred.

The ground cracked open, and a dark red orb of light slowly floated out.

It was the compressed form of the previous soul giant.

At this moment, it no longer struggled or roared, but simply hovered quietly in mid-air.

The light slowly faded, revealing the true form inside.

When Chen Changsheng saw what it looked like, he froze, his eyes wide open.

That...that's a turtle?

A palm-sized, dark red turtle with ancient and mysterious patterns covering its shell.

Its limbs and head were retracted into its shell, with only a pair of dark eyes staring motionlessly at him through the cracks in the shell.

This……

Chen Changsheng's mind went blank for a moment, and he was completely stunned.

That terrifying being that could support the sky and shatter the Eastern Emperor Bell with a single step—that's what it looks like in its true form?

The contrast is too great!

turtle?

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

The most famous turtle in the primordial world...

When Mount Buzhou collapsed, the sky crumbled and the earth caved in, Nuwa refined stones to mend the sky and cut off the four legs of a giant turtle to establish the four poles.

That black tortoise with its four limbs severed, used to support the heavens and the earth!

Could it be... this is what's right in front of us?

Chen Changsheng's heart trembled violently, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

If it really is that, then everything makes sense.

Born from chaos, existing as long as heaven and earth, with a physical body so strong that it can support a piece of the sky, its strength is naturally terrifying.

Its soul is trapped here, which explains why even Fuxi couldn't fathom this place. It involves the merits of mending the heavens, and the secrets of heaven have long been obscured.

Just as Chen Changsheng was feeling agitated, the palm-sized soul tortoise finally spoke.

Its voice was no longer the previous roar, but an ancient, hoarse sound, carrying an endless sense of vicissitude.

"Who...are you?"

The Xuan Turtle's thoughts resounded directly in Chen Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness, filled with confusion.

"Why do you possess the fortune of the human race, the primal power of the witch race, and even... the aura of a sage's lineage?"

"How could these completely different, even opposing, forces coexist within a single being?"

It seemed to have regained its senses, no longer dominated by hatred, and began to develop a great curiosity about Chen Changsheng, this uninvited guest.

Especially the black spear that it felt was deadly, which was now in the hands of this strange creature.

Chen Changsheng took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart.

He knew that now was the best time for a dialogue.

He did not put away the god-slaying spear, but the tip of the spear was lowered, indicating that he had no hostile intentions.

He looked at the small black tortoise and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I am..."

"I am a disciple of the Jie Sect, a student of the outer sect's senior brother Zhao Gongming, with the Daoist name Changsheng, and I am the Jie Sect's Dharma Protector Heavenly Lord."

Chen Changsheng slowly announced his name.

He did not choose to hide it; lying would be the most foolish thing to do in front of such an ancient monster who had lived for countless eons.

Moreover, the name of the Jie Sect is quite prestigious.

The Tongtian Sect Leader taught without discrimination, even accepting those with fur and horns. It was perfectly reasonable for a human, who was the head of several schools of thought, to appear under the Jie Sect.

Sure enough, upon hearing the words "Intercepting Sect," a knowing glint flashed in the Xuan Turtle's dark eyes.

"Tongtian...that little guy's cult?"

Its meaning carries a hint of reminiscence.

"When he became a saint, ten thousand immortals came to pay homage, and his sword energy soared into the sky. It was much more interesting than the others."

Little one?

Chen Changsheng's eye twitched.

There's probably no one else in the entire prehistoric world who would dare to address the Tongtian Sect Leader in such a way.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. This guy was born at the same time as heaven and earth. In terms of seniority, he might be even older than Hongjun Daozu.

"As for the human destiny I possess, it's because I was originally born a human."

Chen Changsheng continued to explain.

"As for the power of the Witch Clan's origin, it was needed for a supreme body-refining method I cultivated. By chance, I refined the essence and blood of several Ancestral Witches."

He was telling half truths.

The secrets of the Great Dao Incarnation Technique cannot be fully revealed.

But this explanation is reasonable enough.

After all, the primordial world is vast and full of wonders. The appearance of a technique that can refine the blood essence of ancestral witches is astonishing, but not entirely impossible.

The black tortoise fell silent.

Its ancient eyes scanned Chen Changsheng back and forth, as if trying to discern the truth or falsehood in his words.

Humans, Witches, the Intercepting Sect...

None of these three identities are directly related to the cause and effect of its imprisonment.

Especially the human race.

It hates the human race because when Nuwa mended the sky, it used its four limbs to support the sky, and the biggest beneficiary was the newly born and extremely weak human race.

In its view, it was the survival of humanity that came at the cost of its own sacrifice.

But this hatred is more of a misplaced anger.

It truly hates someone else.

After a long while, the Xuan Turtle's thoughts resonated again, and the wariness and hostility in its tone had largely dissipated.