Myriad Daos of the Heaven

Laughter thundered, echoing through the ancient town.

They never would have expected this.

A palm-sized white turtle, its head retracted into its shell.

All that could be seen was a white shell.

No one could sense even a hint of life from it.

Even Nangong Bo and the other four Saints, standing right beside it, could only detect an endless, deathly stillness when they probed it with their Divine Thought.

It was no different from an inanimate object.

Besides, how could a living creature be stored in a Storage Bag?

"Haha... Jiang Jichen actually pulled out a turtle shell and called it his backing! That’s hilarious!"

"You said it. Jiang Jichen is the dumbass of all dumbasses!"

"Well, at least he can give everyone a laugh before he dies. He’s not completely useless."

"Yeah, using a dead turtle shell as his backing... this will definitely make the list of the Southern Continent’s most bizarre jokes. After all, Jiang Jichen is already a celebrity of sorts!"

The crowd chattered endlessly, certain that Jiang Jichen had been scared out of his mind.

Otherwise, why would he do something so ridiculous?

Even Hua Xiaoling’s face was flushed with embarrassment.

She felt so embarrassed!

She had been one of Jiang Jichen’s most staunch supporters.

But when Jiang Jichen took out the white turtle shell, she too was stunned.

She was right behind Jiang Jichen, but she couldn’t sense any aura of life from the shell.

It was an inanimate object!

Yee Youmeng lowered her head to study her blade, pretending she didn’t know Jiang Jichen.

For a rare moment, Nangong Wanyu’s expression relaxed as she witnessed Jiang Jichen’s clownish antics.

She sneered. "Jiang Jichen, do you really think you can scare anyone with a dead turtle shell?"

Tian Chuan spoke up as well. "Enough nonsense. We’ve wasted too much time on a mortal ant like him!"

"Jiang Jichen, it’s time to send you on your way. In your next life, I hope you’re reborn with some powerful backing before you try to act so arrogant!"

Tian Chuan struck!

He pointed a single, casual finger.

Instantly, a saintly radiance flared. It contained the might of heaven and earth and pulsed with wisps of the Power of Rules, its power terrifying beyond measure.

That single finger strike could casually kill a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Perfection Realm.

And his target now was just Jiang Jichen, who was merely in the Spirit Infant Middle Realm.

When that finger fell, it wouldn’t just be Jiang Jichen; Hua Xiaoling and Yee Youmeng would certainly perish alongside him.

They were about to be engulfed by the saintly radiance.

At this, Jiang Jichen truly started to panic.

He yelled, "Hey, Grandma Turtle, wake up!"

But Grandma Turtle remained silent, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Left with no choice, Jiang Jichen shook her forcefully. "Grandma Turtle, Master Turtle is here!"

At that same instant, the saintly Finger Light descended, leaving Jiang Jichen with nowhere to run.

Once touched by the saintly Finger Light, his body would silently dissolve into nothing.

Such was the attack of a Saint. Even a casual strike from a Little Saint was incomparably terrifying and impossible to block.

As the saintly Finger Light was about to land, Jiang Jichen prepared to unseal his Seven-Colored Spiritual Vein. He would risk death to cross the remaining distance and flee into the Central State.

As for his Seven-Colored Spiritual Vein being revealed to the world, he couldn’t worry about that now!

However, the very instant Jiang Jichen’s voice rang out...

BOOM!

A layer of white, turtle-shell-like patterns erupted from Grandma Turtle, soaring into the sky and instantly dissolving the descending saintly radiance.

Then, a turtle head poked out from the white shell. It opened its drowsy eyes and looked around.

"Elder Turtle... where is he?"

Grandma Turtle still looked completely groggy.

However, she was very sensitive to the words "Master Turtle" and had reacted.

All around, the people who had been mocking and sneering at Jiang Jichen were suddenly frozen. The laughter died on their lips, replaced by expressions of utter disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

The White Turtle... it was alive!

How could that be?

Even the Saints had probed it and declared it an inanimate object!

And it had been inside a Storage Bag!

This...

No one could believe or accept what they were seeing.

Seeing Grandma Turtle awake, Jiang Jichen finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Grandma Turtle, Master Turtle is still in the sealed Moon God Hall. But over here, these old coots are bullying a junior like me who has no backing. I told them I had a backer, but they didn’t believe me and tried to kill me, so I had to wake you up. I figured only your magnificent, domineering presence could cow these shameless, thick-skinned old geezers!"

Jiang Jichen said to Grandma Turtle, who was now perched on his shoulder.

’He wanted Grandma Turtle to take action, so he resorted to shamelessly showering her with flattery.’

’He didn’t know how powerful Grandma Turtle truly was, but he knew she was a living fossil from ancient times who had lived for countless ages.’

’Even if she’d only recovered a tiny fraction of her power, crushing a few Little Saints would surely be effortless for her.’

And when Grandma Turtle heard Jiang Jichen mention her "magnificent, domineering presence," her eyes suddenly lit up. Her spirits soared, and she was instantly wide awake.

"Don’t you worry. I, Grandma Turtle, am your backing! Whoever dares to touch you, I’ll smash their face in!"

"I’d like to see who dares to doubt it!"

As she spoke, a light suddenly flowed through Grandma Turtle’s eyes.

Then, an astonishing scene unfolded.

The events that had just transpired replayed within her eyes.

"What? They called me a dead turtle in a shell? And they dared to laugh at me?"

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable! I’m going to smash every single one of their faces!"

Grandma Turtle was furious. The little white turtle shell trembled, a clear sign of her extreme anger.

Jiang Jichen immediately chimed in, fanning the flames. "Exactly! I told them that when I brought out my backer, Grandma Turtle, even I would be terrified. But none of them believed me! They’re clearly looking down on you, Grandma Turtle."

The crowd was still staring, dumbfounded, watching Jiang Jichen and the White Turtle put on a show.

However, the White Turtle wasn’t currently emanating a powerful aura.

But it could speak, and it had just dissolved a casual attack from Little Saint Tian Chuan.

Both of these things were shocking, and it made them feel a flicker of apprehension.

But they weren’t afraid. After all, there were five Saints present. No matter how strong the little White Turtle was, its power was capped at the Little Saint Realm.

It couldn’t stir up any real trouble or change the final outcome!

Though they were shocked, this was what everyone was thinking.

As for Tian Chuan, his attack had been nullified. He was now in an awkward position, utterly embarrassed in front of the crowd.

But before he could make a move, Grandma Turtle had already stood up on her hind legs like a person, her shell looking like a white wok strapped to her back.

She extended a foreleg, pointed it at Tian Chuan, and said condescendingly, "Hey, shorty. Were you the one who just attacked me? Grandma Turtle is going to smash your face. Are you scared?"

To be pointed at by a turtle, called a shorty in public, and threatened to have his face smashed in!

Tian Chuan was truly enraged. Killing intent surged within him.

His short stature was his greatest sore spot, his berserk button!

And now, a palm-sized turtle dared to call him a shorty? Its arrogant posture was utterly detestable.

However, standing on Jiang Jichen’s shoulder, the little White Turtle was indeed much taller than Tian Chuan and could literally look down on him.

This only fueled Tian Chuan’s rage, making him want to tear the little White Turtle and Jiang Jichen to shreds on the spot.

"Damn you, little turtle! I’ll destroy you! I swear I’m not a man if I don’t turn you into soup!"

Tian Chuan finally erupted. Unleashing his Saint Power, he lunged toward Jiang Jichen and the little White Turtle to capture and kill them.

Jiang Jichen and the little White Turtle were finished!

The enraged Tian Chuan was wreathed in Sacred Patterns, his terrifying power making the very heavens tremble.

The pressure was so immense that the onlookers could barely breathe.

Such terrifying Saint Power!

The crowd marveled in terror.

SLAP!

Yet, amidst their terrified awe, a crisp sound suddenly echoed.

The world instantly fell silent. Everyone stared blankly at Tian Chuan.

What on earth had they just witnessed?