Let's rewind to the moment when Little Fatty stepped into the vortex.

He walked in quickly, exuding an air of "what's there to be afraid of?"

But the moment he stepped into the vortex, he knew he had underestimated his opponent.

The swirling, turbulent water, with its immense suction, was like an invisible hand gripping his shell and desperately pulling him outwards.

The water was swirling rapidly around me, and the water pressure was squeezing in from all directions, leaving no place to put my footing.

The rapidly swirling gravel and sand could easily eliminate anyone who didn't meet the required standards.

Even with his current strength, which was only one step away from the fifth rank, Xiao Pang felt it was very difficult.

His body swayed slightly in the water, his front paws gripping the ground and his hind paws pushing off, using all his strength to struggle against the current, looking rather disheveled.

Fortunately, the chubby boy, who had eaten too much fish, was quick-witted.

At the crucial moment, he didn't stubbornly resist, but instead changed his approach.

He completely released the constraints of mimicry, and as his body returned to its original state, his stance instantly stabilized as his feet sank deeper into the ground.

The water roared around him, but he remained as still as a rock.

"Luckily, the turtle is heavy enough!" Little Fatty exclaimed, thanking everyone for having grown so much flesh on his body.

Those chubby little things that Qin Ming usually talked about became his most solid asset at this moment.

He shook his head, brushed off the seaweed stuck to his face, and then strode forward steadily.

From then on, no matter how big the storm, it had nothing to do with him.

But as they walked, Little Fatty's mind started to wander again.

He was a little curious whether there might be something good deep inside.

Because in the novels he read, the protagonists always went like this—entering a dangerous place, encountering some kind of trial, and then discovering a treasure at the deepest part, thus reaching the pinnacle of life.

His pace quickened, and his eyes gleamed with a "maybe this time it's the tortoise's turn to find the treasure" glint in them.

This level of venue truly possesses a spiritual quality.

At the deepest part of the vortex, a vortex spirit that had accumulated over countless years slowly rotated.

It has grown alongside this undercurrent, witnessing countless creatures that have been deterred and stopped in their tracks.

It has also encountered bold individuals who dare to step forward, and it will grant some of its energy to the outstanding among them, thus forming a positive connection.

When it sensed a living being approaching, it initially glanced at it casually, but when it saw the figure clearly, it suddenly stopped.

"Turtle Clan?" The Vortex Spirit focused slightly, carefully discerning the subtle patterns within the aura. "It carries the aura of the Ten Thousand Armored Turtle, and elders are guarding the outside. So it's a talented little brat. Come on over if you want."

The passage was opened wide in an instant.

The water, which had become increasingly turbulent as they went further in, suddenly calmed down, and Little Fatty was able to walk more smoothly, running all the way to the deepest part of the whirlpool.

The Spirit of the Vortex couldn't stand it any longer and exclaimed to the chubby boy at close range, "Do you have a spatial dimension within you?"

It could sense the deep, seemingly boundless space inside Little Fatty's body, a miniature world that was growing and full of life!

"Hmm." The chubby boy proudly raised his head, chin held high.

After confirming Little Fatty's space, Whirlpool Spirit felt a surge of joy, tinged with the weight of time.

"Back then, the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Armored Turtle met me and used his supernatural powers to calculate that my breakthrough opportunity should lie within the turtle clan, so I helped him guard his clan for a hundred years."

"It seems the opportunity has fallen on you! When you're able to take me away, come again!"

For such naturally born and nurtured spirits, there is no better place to go than a small world that is undergoing transformation if they want to take another step forward.

It sensed numerous terrifying auras imprinted on the turtle in front of it, so the turtle's origins were definitely not simple!

That's him, no doubt about it!

At this moment, Ling was so excited that she wanted to leave right now.

It had waited for far too long, so long that it could no longer remember how many days and nights it had spent, or how many living beings had passed by it.

Now that the wait has finally come, its entire body is trembling slightly, and excited ripples spread across the water.

However, its size is quite large, a concentrated energy body accumulated over countless years, which Little Fatty's current space is probably struggling to contain.

Fortunately, it has waited all these years, so a little more time won't hurt. It's better to be more stable.

It comforted itself in this way, suppressed its restless emotions, and prepared to explain the agreement to Little Fatty.

However, it speaks too fast and intersperses some encrypted language that only it understands.

As Little Fatty listened, his eyes started to wander.

The aura emanating from this glittering, spinning vortex spirit was incredibly tempting to the turtle.

The pure, concentrated essence of heaven and earth wafted back and forth in front of his nose.

Little Fatty couldn't help but say, "Oh, you smell so good... Let me have a bite, just one bite."

He only took a bite, but he didn't judge the amount properly.

The main problem was that it forgot it was still in a relaxed, mimicry state, and when it opened its mouth, the suction was several times stronger than usual.

With one gulp, it swallowed the flowing water completely.

Uzumaki Spirit: ?

Before it could even react, Little Fatty panicked.

The moment the energy entered his mouth, he knew something bad had happened.

This is no ordinary food; it is pure energy concentrated over countless years. One bite is enough to make an ordinary spirit beast burst.

His body felt as if it had been filled with scalding magma; every inch of his meridians was burning, his heart was racing, and his mind was buzzing.

But Little Fatty is still Little Fatty.

At the critical moment, he guided the energy along the meridians into the body's internal space.

The bottomless pit-like space swallowed most of the energy.

Even so, there was still some energy he didn't have time to process, which he skillfully transferred to his boss through the connection of the contract.

"That's what happened." Little Fatty stood stammering in front of Qin Ming, head down, his paws nervously drawing circles on the ground, his voice growing softer and softer.

Qin Ming listened in silence.

He had just experienced a massive energy surge, and although the outcome was positive, his meridians were still slightly swollen.

Seeing the chubby boy's guilty look, Qin Ming was momentarily speechless.

Before Qin Ming could even give his thoughts, Gui Ze suddenly realized what was going on.

"So this is where the turtle's bad premonition came true! But as long as it wasn't deliberately causing trouble, it's fine; your problem isn't serious."

Kamezawa's tone carried a sense of relief, and he even patted Little Fatty's shell reassuringly.

Looking at Gui Ze's "no problem" expression and then at the empty trench, Qin Ming suddenly understood why the Thousand-Armor Turtle could live for so long.

……

Thousands of miles away, in front of the Wanjia Turtle Palace, another turtle was slowly crawling over.

His figure was somewhat similar to that of Guize, except that the patterns on his shell were slightly different, and his gait was unhurried and composed.

He crawled toward the gate he used to walk through, a passage he knew so well he could find it with his eyes closed.

A few minutes later, he stared in disbelief at the empty trench in front of him.

"Damn!" He looked up abruptly, his eyes wide as he stared at the empty water. His voice echoed through the trench. "Who moved the passageway in front of our house?"

"I made plans with Xiaolan today!"

"I also promised her I definitely wouldn't be late this time!!"

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P.S.: I owe you nothing now~

Don't ask me why I'll be updating late tomorrow, there really isn't any more updates~

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