Stars like turtles and serpents, swallowing clouds, spewing fog, their roars ancient and profound.

Above his head, the seven constellations seemed to come to life, with a Basalt swimming through the starry sea. The surrounding starlight flickered, illuminating the murals on both sides of the tomb passage. Su He’s true essence uncontrollably surged into the murals, unfolding a scene before him.

In a dark and profound water domain, a Dragon Turtle stirred up towering waves, waging war against a group of people. They were a unique tribe with human bodies, bovine legs, and a single horn on their heads.

War drums, banners, and chariots spanned the sky, while formidable magical treasures suppressed the four directions. The Dragon Turtle charged and fought peerlessly.

The drumbeats were relentless, the single-horned bovine warriors charged valiantly, but to no avail, unable to even approach the Dragon Turtle. The war seemed like a one-sided massacre.

But the Dragon Turtle never strayed far, only within this water domain, guarding something above the waters.

The war raged on, blood dyeing the waters red, resembling a sea of blood. After an unknown duration, the sky suddenly tore open, and a rhino-like beast burst forth, its horn striking the Dragon Turtle’s shell, sending the Dragon Turtle flying far away, revealing what it was guarding.

A Dao Palace!

The Dragon Turtle’s inheritance Dao Palace!

At this moment, the Dao Palace appeared new, as if it had just condensed, not yet integrated into the Dragon Turtle’s bloodline. Those single-horned bovine people were trying to seize the Dao Palace!

The Dragon Turtle roared, its figure flashed, reappearing beside the Dao Palace. With a downward swipe of its claw, a great wave surged, transforming into a torrential downpour, striking down directly.

It was a critical moment, yet not the one Su He knew. Within each raindrop, it seemed a world was born, thrived, and then perished.

Each drop of rain held the power to destroy heaven and earth. The Dragon Turtle charged forward, opening its mouth to hurl a mountain, which silently struck the rhino, causing it to crack inch by inch. The area where the rhino stood turned into a void, devouring everything.

The Dragon Turtle was panting heavily. It did not know how long it had been fighting. Taking advantage of the lull, it glanced at the Dao Palace, its eyes filled with longing, reluctance, and deep concern.

The scene shattered abruptly there, no longer the battlefield of the Dragon Turtle, but instead, a thatched cottage appeared. In front of the cottage sat a single-horned bovine person, beside him a coffin floating with endless talismans and laws, and further out, magical treasures suppressing it.

The single-horned bovine person’s face was grim, looking up at the sky. From the void, a sword descended, decapitating the bovine person. A delicate hand reached down from the heavens, with a thunderous palm dispersing the various talismans and magical treasures outside the coffin.

A corpse was lifted from the coffin, ascending to the sky, then vanishing.

That was Su He’s corpse from his previous life.

The decapitated head of the single-horned bovine person did not die, lifting its eyes towards the sky: “You may take away one lifetime, but not the next. This person’s corpse and true spirit, our tribe must annihilate! If we cannot kill him now, we shall sever his next life. Heaven shall not allow him to exist!”

Boom!

A Mountain God Seal descended from the heavens, obliterating the entire mountaintop.

The scene completely shattered here, no matter how Su He channeled his true essence, he could not stir the slightest ripple. Only the constellation of Basalt above his head shone brightly.

A flash of enlightenment rose in Su He’s heart.

With his current realm, he could only see so much. Orient Loong God and Rosefinch must have seen more, otherwise, they wouldn’t have been in such a hurry, looking so anxious.

Even different races probably saw different things.

Su He crawled a few steps, revealing his true peacock form, and the constellation of Basalt above his head immediately extinguished. The murals on both sides turned into clouds and mist, just like what he saw in the White Tiger tomb passage.

The peacock could not see the murals of this tomb passage.

Su He flapped his wings, leaping and gliding into the Rosefinch tomb passage. Looking up, he saw no disturbance in the Rosefinch stars, and the murals on both sides were still obscured by clouds and mist.

Su He frowned, sending out his true essence, but the murals and constellations remained unresponsive. His peacock form, not having embarked on the Rosefinch path, could not see the scenes here?

This place was not large, but it seemed to record some ancient secrets. The four tomb passages were related to the four sacred beasts, yet the scenes Su He saw had nothing to do with them.

Instead, they were related to him!

What was that single-horned bovine race? Even through the mural, Su He could sense their murderous intent towards him.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary young man. Where did such hatred come from—especially towards just a corpse!

Not content with annihilating his past life, they also sought to kill his current self?

A Mountain God Seal to crush you!

Su He returned to the Basalt passage, with hundreds of stars shining above, moving in a specific pattern.

Although he did not understand, he was not foolish. The movement of these stars was clearly related to Basalt! Su He watched intently, memorizing the exact pattern of their movement.

The trajectories of over eight hundred stars were not too difficult to memorize for Su He at the moment. Ensuring his memory was flawless, Su He returned to the White Tiger tomb passage and pushed the door open—he had tried the Basalt passage, but the door would not budge.

The Evil Suppression Dao Palace had four doors, but only one person could enter each. The door of the Basalt passage had been passed by a turtle and had recognized a master. But there was no illusion left in the tomb chamber; That Turtle probably only entered the passage and never visited the tomb chamber.

Quite the oddity.

Of the four tomb passages, only the White Tiger passage was unoccupied, which he had claimed.

Su He lowered his head, still pondering the scenes he had witnessed in the tomb. Unknowingly, he had crossed the stone gate and arrived outside the Dao Palace.

A comfortable sense of familiarity rose leisurely. Su He suddenly awoke, realizing that the entire Cave Mansion had been completely refined by Su Huanian. He only needed to imprint his own aura to claim it.

After the trip to the Evil Suppression Dao Palace, it seemed a considerable amount of time had passed in the outside world.

In the distance, Orient Loong God was roasting two large prawns, their faint aroma wafting through the air, tantalizing.

“How was it, what’s suppressed inside?” Orient Loong God turned his head to ask.

I don’t know, the two scenes didn’t reveal what was being suppressed, Su He shook his head, about to speak, but found he couldn’t describe the scenes he saw in the tomb.

“Eh?”

“What’s wrong? Can’t say it?” Orient Loong God, his dragon whiskers coiled around a turtle shell, curiously asked.

Su He nodded: “As soon as I think of the scenes inside the Evil Suppression Dao Palace, I can’t speak.”

After some attempts, it wasn’t just speech; divine sense, consciousness, writing, all means of conveying messages outward were unusable.

“Is there danger inside?” Orient Loong God asked in a deep voice, arcs of electricity flashing on his body, squinting towards the Dao Palace door.

Su He shook his head.

What the Evil Suppression Dao Palace suppressed, Su He did not know. But his corpse from the previous life was gone, and he wondered if the Dao Palace still had its suppressing effect?

Electricity gathered between Orient Loong God’s horns, forming talismans that landed on Su He.

After a while, he said, “Oath!”

There was the power of an oath on Su He, preventing him from speaking about the matters inside the Evil Suppression Dao Palace.

Orient Loong God fell silent for a moment: “No matter, all prohibitions are due to insufficient cultivation level. When your cultivation level is sufficient, surpassing the creator of the Evil Suppression Dao Palace, naturally all restrictions will cease to exist.”

He pondered again for a moment: “Perhaps the Evil Suppression Dao Palace is suppressing the very thing it forbids you to describe?”

What in the story could be suppressed?

Su He shook his head: “Uncle Orient Loong, do you know how my Dragon Turtle clan’s inheritance Dao Palace came to be?”

A glint flashed in Orient Loong God’s eyes, his four claws stirring, seemingly eager to try: “This matter, probably only the Great Ancestor knows. You can go ask.”

Which Dragon Turtle wasn’t curious about the inheritance Dao Palace? He had also asked under Red Uncle’s instigation, only to be hung up and whipped by the Great Ancestor.

At that time, the other Dragon Turtles were schadenfreude to an unreasonable extent. Later, they learned that anyone who asked was hung up and whipped by the Great Ancestor.

This was becoming a traditional event for the Dragon Turtle clan.

Hmm, it was about time for Su He, having opened the heavens, if he didn’t get beaten now, his turtle life would not be complete.

Little Turtle could be spared; a young girl with thin skin should not be hit. Orient Loong God’s gaze fell on Little Turtle again, his eyes filled with indulgence.

Little Turtle, having eaten her fill, was lying on her back, shell down, fast asleep.

Little Turtle was born from a broken shell, a natural Dragon Turtle, having never experienced a heavenly tribulation, without the replenishment of the world’s origin, she had to grow step by step. It was the time for eating and sleeping.

Orient Loong God’s dragon whiskers moved, gently righting Little Turtle, extinguishing the campfire with a breath, placing the roasted prawns beside her, then tossing a box to Su He.

“Inside are elixirs, one every three days, to be taken at midnight. Watch over Little Turtle, don’t let her fall behind. It can help solidify her foundation and enhance her potential. Also, the food is Little Turtle’s ration, you’re not allowed to steal… After she’s full, you can also try the taste.”

Su He: “???”

Orient Loong God wasn’t about to say this at the start, right?

He looked up at Orient Loong God, only to see another box flying towards Su Huanian: “After a severe injury, one must recuperate well. Medicine is always toxic, better to nourish with food. Some edibles need not be spared, I don’t have much good stuff here, wait for your Uncle Huai to come out of seclusion, he has the real delicacies.”

Su Huanian was taken aback, she had not expected Orient Loong God to actually have a gift for her. Just as she was about to refuse, Orient Loong God had already waved his dragon whiskers and flown up. He didn’t give her a chance.

Su He looked at the box in front of him, then at the meal box in Su Huanian’s hands, a big question mark rising above his head.

Am I, an outsider?

Orient Loong God glanced at him, this turtle had no self-awareness. Little Turtle and Su Huanian, one being his granddaughter with the same attributes in the Dragon Turtle clan, that’s his own granddaughter! The other is Little Turtle’s mother, who gave birth to a Dragon Turtle, is she an ordinary person? She’s a hero of the Dragon Turtle clan!

When all the Dragon Turtles come out of seclusion, the real thanks will be delivered. Even if she wants to be the empress of a great world, the Dragon Turtles will fight it down for her!

And you?

Orient Loong God looked at Su He and started laughing, a hearty laugh. That turtle’s frustrated look was indeed interesting. No wonder Red Uncle always liked to tease the younger generation, it was truly amusing!

Just some food, Orient Loong God was naturally not stingy.

But Su He had just passed the heavenly tribulation, immediately opened the heavens, and then condensed a second body. It was too fast, and he needed to slow down the pace of advancement. Not to mention the normal ten thousand years for each heavenly layer, two to three thousand years were still necessary.

Now was not the time for major nourishment, try to avoid external enhancements as much as possible, every bit of spiritual energy should be personally absorbed. The slower, the better, slowly comprehend the power of this moment, the body of this moment, the inner world of this moment. Thoroughly understand oneself, then it’s not too late to move forward.

Dragon Turtles are not short on time.

Orient Loong God hovered in mid-air, stomping downwards, talismans falling outside the Evil Suppression Dao Palace door, densely sealing the Dao Palace in an instant, the earth healing, a tower filled with lightning descending, pinning it in place.

“Evil Suppression Dao Palace, don’t enter when the elders are not around.”

There were no anomalies this time, but that didn’t mean the Evil Suppression Dao Palace was truly harmless. Perhaps the things inside sensed him outside and didn’t dare to act up?

Orient Loong God had to leave, he had already lent Little Turtle to Su He, and there was an urgent matter that required his departure. If not for the appearance of the Evil Suppression Dao Palace, he wouldn’t have lingered here for so long.

Candle and Huai had encountered some complications while merging with the Serpent, he had to go check. The Fengshen Great World they were in was the ancestral land of the Serpent, and the merger had drawn out some sneaky entities.

Orient Loong God left through the sky. Silent and unobtrusive, not disturbing the sleeping Little Turtle.