The crescent moon rose, casting a tranquil light upon the land. The snow on Dongyun Mountain had melted, revealing the scars of a battle from two years ago. The marks were still visible, as the tender green grass had yet to cover them.

A flying boat streaked across the sky, trailing a brilliant azure glow.

Su He lay quietly on the flying boat, gazing up at the sky. Elder Qiao stood at the bow, looking down at the landscape turning into a blur beneath them.

Su He had returned to Dongyun with him.

Elder Qiao went to handle the affairs of Qingyuan, while Su He took the opportunity to refine the portal of his small world.

He was moving!

After months of practicing the Barbarian King’s World Refining Technique, completely refining a small world was impossible, but refining a portal should be feasible.

The flying boat was incredibly fast, piercing through clouds and fog.

Elder Qiao watched the scenery outside the boat, his sleeves dancing wildly in the wind, striking the gunwale with a crisp sound.

He glanced over the side and let out a sigh. This flying boat…

Was expensive!

He couldn’t afford it even if he sold everything he owned! Even with the help of his fellow disciples, they would have to bleed themselves dry and still wouldn’t have a place to buy it.

This flying boat was clearly custom-made. The sunbathing platform on the deck seemed to be designed specifically for turtle-like creatures, looking comfortable to lie on. This flying boat had forsaken all other functions, retaining only speed, and what a speed it was!

Qingyuan arrived in the blink of an eye. Elder Qiao greeted Su He, then with a step of his right foot, his fairy sword flew out, and he mounted it to ride away.

Su He turned the flying boat around, heading towards the small world.

Outside the entrance to the small world, Chounuer and Yuzhuer, who looked exactly alike as if they were twin sisters, stood at the gate, eagerly awaiting.

The entrance to the small world was guarded by boundary stones, which only they could freely pass through. Seeing Su He’s flying boat, they immediately became joyful and bowed from afar.

Su He descended from the flying boat.

“Deity!” Both spoke in unison, their voices indistinguishable.

“Go inform the priests to prepare. I will refine the entrance to the cave mansion and then we’ll move,” Su He instructed.

Were they going to suppress chaos? Their eyes lit up simultaneously. Advancing the small world to chaos was the ultimate goal. Merely relying on treasures for improvement would never reach the scale of the neighboring small worlds, let alone those of other divine beings.

The two excitedly bowed and hurried back into the small world.

Refining the world’s entrance would inevitably cause turbulence within its space, so preparations were needed to prevent any accidental disturbances to the formations inside the small world.

Su He tossed out a fragment of the Two Realms Battlefield Gate from his external space. Closing his eyes, his divine sense reached out, carefully sensing the entrance ahead.

The entrance to the small world was different from ordinary spatial rifts. It wasn’t a crack formed by unstable space but was embedded in Dongyun Mountain, an overlapping entrance to another space.

Su He needed to peel it off from the space of Dongyun Mountain and integrate it into the fragment of the Two Realms Battlefield Gate. Then he could take it anywhere he wished and unfold it wherever he desired.

The power of the world flowed in order, and Su He pushed his dragon horn forward, pressing it against the entrance of the small world. His divine sense and the power of the world surged in simultaneously.

He carefully manipulated the space.

The Barbarian King’s World Refining Technique was not at all barbaric but extremely delicate. The more Su He learned, the more he felt that the king who emerged from the Hundred Thousand Mountains was extraordinarily gifted. Even the stories of his battles and conquests, which seemed rough, were actually meticulously executed.

The title “Barbarian King” wasn’t self-proclaimed to mislead others. It was a smear by those with malicious intent.

The domain opened and compressed at the entrance of the small world, and a fine mist nourished every corner of the entrance.

After an unknown amount of time, the entrance trembled slightly, like melting thin ice, turning into a trickle flowing into a fragment of the Two Realms Battlefield Gate. The fragment seemed to be enveloped by a milky substance, which rippled gently, emitting a vast spatial aura.

Su He’s mastery of the Barbarian King’s World Refining Technique was still somewhat weak, barely managing to refine it. A slight misstep could cause it to explode.

Not an explosion per se, but any disturbance could cause it to revert to its original spatial entrance.

The spatial fluctuations were too severe; the fragment couldn’t be stored in the external space and had to be carried on the back of the Dragon Turtle.

Taking away the small world left behind a lonely, broken gate of the Two Realms Battlefield. The gate of the Transcend Mortality Battlefield was shattered, but the Demon Subduing Realm and Traverse Heaven Realm remained.

The Emperor Sealing Great World could strike at any time.

After some thought, Su He spat out a Mountain God Seal, which spun as it landed on the gate, and the overwhelming aura of the Dragon Turtle emanated from the dice.

This dice was in a state of readiness, triggering a Mountain God Seal when activated.

Its main purpose here was to serve as a warning. The Dragon Turtle’s aura invaded the Two Realms Battlefield, and those with intentions would have to weigh whether to break through the Two Realms Battlefield and rush into Dongyun Mountain.

In fact, on either side of Dongyun Mountain, one side was the Xuantian Gate and the other was Yunmeng Marsh, especially the Yunmeng Dragon Palace, which was even closer. It would take only a moment to strike, and the Emperor Sealing Great World was not foolish enough to offer itself up easily.

Su He hoisted the entrance fragment of the small world onto his back and turned towards the flying boat.

But at that moment, a slightly husky female voice came from behind: “Who would have thought that a member of the Bailin Clan would turn out to be a foolish turtle with the compassion of a woman.”

The voice was abrupt, without any warning!

Behind Su He was the gate of the Two Realms Battlefield, and within a radius of thirty to fifty miles, there was no one, nor had he sensed anyone coming out of the Two Realms Battlefield.

Someone had approached silently again.

The last time someone got this close was Xuantian Sect Master Yin Yuan. But that old man had deliberately made noise when he got close to attract Su He’s attention.

The person behind had no manners!

Su He turned around and saw that, unbeknownst to him, a towering parasol tree had appeared behind him, and a phoenix stood quietly on the tree.

Su He’s heart tightened suddenly, and his entire body tensed up, his scales fitting tightly together, the muscles under his dragon horns tensing to prop them up.

Feng Chaofei!

The infamous traitor of the Phoenix Clan, the culprit who killed the mother of Su He’s peacock true form.

The one who shattered Uncle Lei’s realm bead.

What was she here for? To hunt his second form?

It wasn’t until Su He turned around that the scorching breath of the phoenix hit him, and the Mountain God Seal that had been left on top of the Two Realms Battlefield melted away like ice and snow.

The Mountain God Seal was not a treasure but a divine ability. Like a palm strike or a sword qi, it could also be melted!

Su He took a few breaths and narrowed his eyes slightly, but his breathing calmed down.

His mind raced with countermeasures. He could call Uncle Lei, but Uncle Lei might not be a match for her. Su He didn’t have the contact information for his peacock grandmother, Feng Shi.

He didn’t know if it was because of the peacock or because it was only his second form, but Feng Shi had not invited Su He to join the Phoenix Clan’s Xuan Realm.

The fire phoenix lowered its head slightly, looking at Su He: “You’re not afraid of me anymore.”

The husky voice described Su He’s current state.

Su He shrugged his shell: “Anyway, I can’t beat you. If I’m afraid, will you not kill me?”

If fear was useful, Su He could fear the whole world.

Su He chuckled: “Besides, is there a need to be afraid here? Yunmeng Marsh is directly in sight.”

He didn’t know if Ji Feixue had left the Dragon God Sacrifice yet. He hadn’t contacted Meng Xuan recently and didn’t know—somehow, in front of Su Huanian, Su He deliberately avoided thinking about that crazy white dragon.

But now, Su He prayed that Ji Feixue would cast her gaze here. If it were that crazy white dragon, she should be able to stop this fire phoenix.

The fire phoenix lowered its head: “Waiting for the Yunmeng Dragon King? Do you think that Flood Dragon can beat me?”

“I’m not guessing!” Su He blurted out.

Feng Chaofei’s teasing was interrupted, and the flames on her body paused for a moment. After so many years, this was only the second one who dared to speak to her like this, so unrestrained.

The other was also a Dragon Turtle, but a white one. But that white turtle had the right to be unrestrained with her. What gave this black turtle the right?

She narrowed her eyes at Su He.

Su He shook his body, and the spirit snake on his back hissed.

“I don’t rely on the Yunmeng Dragon King. Why would I wait for him?” He raised his head high, staring straight at the fire phoenix: “My wife, the Princess of Yunmeng Marsh, Ji Feixue!”

Feng Chaofei’s flames suddenly went out, looking at Su He in disbelief.

“You’re looking for death?”

Daring to tease that crazy dragon mother at such a close distance? Does he really think that dragon mother wouldn’t dare to suppress a Dragon Turtle?

Su He said with a smile: “Genuine, if you have doubts, feel free to verify with the Princess!”

The fire phoenix was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, laughing out a clear phoenix cry, then abruptly stopped laughing, looking down at Su He: “Good! I’ll verify!”

Others may fear Ji Feixue, but she does not!

So what if she’s crazy? Who isn’t crazy? The Four Spirits’ geniuses, Feng Chaofei, Ji Feixue, Bailin, Shuijun, which one isn’t crazy?

Who wouldn’t kill their own clan if they weren’t crazy? Which genius isn’t mad?

Feng Chaofei laughed with a phoenix cry, looking at Su He: “I just wanted to see what kind of existence the Dragon Turtle that entered the Evil Suppression Palace was, but I didn’t expect another surprise.”

This little clan brother Bailin is also a madman, huh! Not mad enough to take advantage of Ji Feixue?

Su He was stunned. She didn’t come to kill my second form?

But the fire phoenix had already flown down from the parasol tree, spreading its wings and stopping above Su He’s head, facing the spirit snake on his back.

“Dragon Turtle, Spirit Snake… indeed Basalt! At least in this respect, you’ve surpassed Bailin. That stupid dragon didn’t even manage to bring out Basalt, and never even entered the Dao Palace.”

She laughed heartily, seemingly overjoyed at having surpassed Bailin in this regard.

Were you also beaten by Bailin?

Su He was silent for a moment, then said faintly: “How do you know she didn’t bring out Basalt? The Dao Palace… maybe she doesn’t care for the things inside?”

The gate to the Basalt Path had already recognized its master and couldn’t be opened. Want to guess who has been through the Basalt Path?

Feng Chaofei was stunned for a moment, laughing even more unrestrainedly: “You’ve been through the Evil Suppression Palace and can still say such things? The tomb chamber in the Evil Suppression Palace, with its soaring Dao Rhyme, can’t you sense it? That is the exposition of the world’s origin, the exposition of the Dao’s foundation! What makes Bailin think she’s above it?”

Su He’s breath tightened. Indeed, the real thing left in the Evil Suppression Palace was not the corpse of the previous life, but the Dao scriptures contained within the corpse!

Feng Chaofei stared at Su He: “Since you’ve stepped on the path of Basalt, then you are a competitor. Let’s see who enters the tomb chamber first and obtains the Dao Rhyme within.”

Su He: “…”

Feng Chaofei flapped her wings, the flames rising up, her voice becoming huskier: “As a senior, I’ll give you a heads-up. Entering the Evil Suppression Palace is like being marked, just like the blood curse of your Dragon Turtle clan. The enemies you’ll face exceed your imagination. Are you ready to be assassinated at any time?”

Su He’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Her voice actually carried a sense of schadenfreude. After laughing, she suddenly became serious, and her killing intent became apparent: “Now that the trivial matters are dealt with, show your peacock true form!”