I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 458 Turtle (Seeking monthly votes)
Jiang Yi walked casually, not according to her own ideas, but more like obeying the will of the body in her dream.

The fact that this dream was preserved in the mayfly pillow must mean that some important information needed to be recorded.

Jiang Yi skillfully traversed the corridors, bypassed several medicinal gardens teeming with rare herbs, and gradually the number of disciples around him dwindled until they disappeared completely.

The road became increasingly quiet, and suddenly the view opened up to a small valley surrounded by verdant mountains.

At the bottom of the valley lies a crystal-clear lake, its surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the azure sky and drifting white clouds.

Several clusters of lotus flowers are in full bloom by the lake, their delicate fragrance refreshing and calming.

"It's a good place to sleep."

Jiang Yi's lazy nature perfectly matched the thought of 'Senior Sister Chen' at this moment.

She walked to the lakeside, casually picked a green lotus leaf, and lay down in a comfortable position.

Looking around, I suddenly saw a black turtle the size of a head sunbathing and sleeping on the shore. Its shell looked like it had been struck by lightning, with a clear crack.

Jiang Yi's heart stirred slightly, and she directly moved the ink turtle over and placed it under her head; the height was just right.

Ink Turtle: …………

Lotus leaves cover the face, blocking out the sunlight.

Enveloped in the purest essence of this world, her weary body and mind almost instantly sank into a boundless slumber once more.

My eyelids closed, and my consciousness sank rapidly, trying to catch up on the sleep I hadn't had enough of earlier.

Gradually, she seemed to transform into a wisp of ethereal consciousness, suspended in a boundless chaotic void.

There was no sky, no earth, only boiling, surging, and indescribably colorful primal energy roaring and colliding.

After an unknown amount of time, a deafening roar, as if splitting the heavens and earth, ripped apart the eternal chaos.

As the pure energy rose and the turbid energy sank, the vast and boundless prototype of the world, the original mountains and seas, struggled to condense and extend amidst the raging energy storms.

The chaos did not end; it transformed into another form of threat.

The heavy, turbid air, carrying filth, violence, and a destructive will, surged and spread from the deepest part of the nascent earth, intending to drag the newly formed pure world back into the quagmire of chaos.

In the beginning, the foundation was unstable, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the stars shone and shone erratically, as if the world could collapse at any moment.

Just when things were at their most precarious, four beams of light appeared in the four directions of heaven and earth.

The boundless chaotic sea in the east was cleaved open by a majestic azure dragon shadow. The earth, water, fire, and wind in the east gradually returned to order, and the rampant azure thunderous turbidity was purified and calmed under its majestic gaze, transforming into a vital energy that nourishes all things.

The fiery red flames of the south burned away the filth of the south. It was a giant bird bathed in seven-colored divine flames, with long tail feathers, magnificent and noble. Its light could illuminate the nine netherworlds, and its heat could melt all evil.

A tiger's roar, capable of shattering gold and splitting rocks, and shaking all spirits, came from the west. A majestic beast with snow-white fur and a sharp, malevolent aura of metal emerged from the depths of the earth.

Its gaze is like a sharp sword, and its power commands all evil to be subdued. Wherever it treads, the violent metallic aura and demonic turbidity are forcibly suppressed and devoured by it, transforming into pure Geng metal sharpness and a chilling breeze.

A heavy, earth-shaking roar echoed from the north, and a colossal shadow, larger than the highest mountain, appeared, with a dragon's head and a snake's tail, its body covered with a thick shell that seemed to be formed from the oldest basalt, engraved with mysterious water patterns and the veins of the earth.

Its massive body stood firmly on the abyss of the primordial Northern Sea. The chaotic and disordered turbid air of the north was continuously devoured by this profound and vast power, gradually decomposed and transformed, and finally exhaled the relatively mild essence of water and the thick earth air that could bear everything.

Qinglong, Suzaku, White Tiger, Xuanwu.

Four towering, earth-shaking phantom images of divine beast totems!
They are not physical beings, but rather supreme manifestations of the laws of heaven and earth in order to maintain balance; they are the incarnations of the 'Four Extremes of Heaven'!

They suppress directions with their bodies, and build the foundation and boundaries of this nascent world with their primordial power. They ceaselessly absorb the 'turbid air' left over from the beginning of heaven and earth, suppressing and purifying it into 'pure air' that maintains the world's tranquility.

The tremors of heaven and earth gradually subsided, and the raging chaotic energy was finally replaced by an orderly four-directional system. Mountains rose and their veins became clear, rivers flowed with their own paths, stars followed their orbits, pure energy rose, and turbid energy sank and was transformed or suppressed by the four elements.

Jiang Yi's perspective then descended, landing on the northern land where life was just beginning to emerge.

She saw the scene of the early, primordial wilderness: the sky was a deep indigo, carrying the chill of the nascent beginnings of chaos. The land was vast and wild, covered with strange tundra, glaciers, and rushing, icy rivers.

This place is inhabited by several ancient tribes that worship the power of Xuanwu. They are burly, dressed in rough animal skins, and their faces are painted with strange patterns using white ash.

In the center of the tribe, a huge bonfire roared, and the tribe's shaman, his face painted with intricate paint and wearing a tortoise shell and bone ornaments, led his people in an ancient and primitive ritual.

They threw the hunted beasts into the fire, chanting desolate and profound ancient tunes. Strong barbarian warriors surrounded the altar, their feet firmly planted on the ground, mimicking the postures of a tortoise venturing into the sea and a divine serpent coiling around.

As the ritual progressed and the chanting deepened, Jiang Yi clearly 'perceived' a ray of light descending upon a will as steady as the earth and as vast as the Northern Sea, and tortoise shell patterns appeared on the priest's skin on the altar.

They are using this primitive worship and ritual to directly communicate with the laws of heaven and earth symbolized by Xuanwu, and to obtain the earth's bearing power and the defensive and purifying power of the Northern Darkness Cold Water for cultivation.

The entire scene is grand and primitive, desolate yet sacred, filled with an ancient and wild atmosphere.

Suddenly, just as the sacrificial ceremony reached its climax, the tribal flag bearing the Xuanwu totem burst into flames without warning!

On the flag, the black jade-like tortoise pattern seemed to be ignited by invisible ghostly flames. The pitch-black flames instantly engulfed it, and the flames exuded a kind of filth that penetrated to the bone marrow, an aura of death and destruction!
Ow! ! !
A roar, a mixture of endless pain, rage, and a destructive will, seemed like an alarm from heaven and earth, shaking the entire dream violently and threatening to shatter it!

The voice pierced through time and space, carrying a sense of despair from betrayal and being torn apart, striking deep into Jiang Yi's soul!

Jiang Yi suddenly sat up from the mayfly pillow, her heart pounding like a drum.

She was sitting on her soft couch in the Songfeng Pavilion, and the dream and the dream within a dream had completely vanished.

"The destruction of the Xuanwu totem..." she murmured to herself, "Could this be some kind of precognitive dream that the Lazy Immortal had back then, and everything in the dream reflects the future destruction of the Xuanwu?"

Jiang Yi didn't quite understand the meaning of letting her see this dream. She lay down and tried to enter the dream again, but no matter what position she was in on the mayfly pillow, she couldn't enter the dream again.

After trying five or six times, Jiang Yi gave up, hugged the mayfly pillow, frowned and thought, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck her.

"The Sleeping Immortal Technique has the ability to enter dreams, so the dream within a dream is not Lazy Immortal's own dream. She used the ink tortoise as a pillow and entered the ink tortoise's dream. So why would this ink tortoise dream of the scene of the beginning of chaos and the birth of the four poles of heaven? And why would it foresee the destruction of Xuanwu in the dream?"

"Isn't this just like the fragmented memories of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox that appeared in Hong Li's memories, and the inheritance of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox's charm technique?! This means that this ink turtle is related to Xuanwu!"

Jiang Yi suddenly became a little excited. Because Xuanwu is irreplaceable, the four poles of heaven cannot be repaired.

But if a new Xuanwu appears and fills the four corners of the heavens, can the calamity of the demonic tide be resolved?

"This is the real reason why the mayfly pillow remembers this dream!"

But is this ink turtle the same ink turtle that Lazy Immortal used to ascend to the Immortal Realm with her?
Jiang Yi disagreed. Judging from the statues in the Lazy Immortal Temple, the two turtles had different body shapes and outlines. Moreover, the turtle next to the Lazy Immortal had an intact carapace, while the turtle in the dream had a crack on its carapace after being struck by lightning.

This tortoise is definitely not in the Kunlun Secret Realm now, since the three Dao Lords have been cultivating inside. If it were, it would have been caught by the three Dao Lords long ago.

In the vast Mountain and Sea Realm, at least tens of thousands of years have passed from the Kunlun era to the present. It is possible that the tortoise is still alive, but if it has not cultivated to the point of ascension, where would it be hiding?
"Let me find it? I'm too lazy to look. I'll find a chance to tell Chonghe Daojun. They are capable, so naturally they should shoulder the responsibility of saving the world!"

Jiang Yi glanced at the timekeeping device in the corner of the back hall. She had only slept for half a day, not a particularly long time.

Unable to fall asleep, Jiang Yi left Youxian Ferry and returned to her room at the inn. Recalling the scene of the barbarian sacrifice she had seen in her dream, she decided to ask Shen Puning if the barbarian tribes of the Southern Wilderness still had similar totem worship.

As soon as she opened the door, Jiang Yi bumped into someone, which made her heart skip a beat.

Xia Changying!
　The second update will be released later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)