Spirit Vessel Chapter 1240: Awakened Sacred Ancestors

Chapter 1240: Awakened Sacred Ancestors

The physique became stronger with the cultivation increase. Many bones started s.h.i.+ning within Feiyun.

If he could take advantage of this opportunity, he could create more in one go. He immediately channeled fire essences into his body to help with the process.

“Crack!” His bones cracked repeatedly and 41 more appeared within one minute.

He had a total of 397 bones, one step closer to reaching the deified level. He took a look within and saw his beast souls’ comprehension improving after fusing with the runic leathers. Some had two or even three dao laws.

With his one hundred and theirs, he had 27,850 saint laws - far more than other comparable cultivators. He had an eighty percent chance of beating Thirteenth right now.

The turtle and sisters were alarmed by his aura, aware of his breakthrough.

“The eighth level.” The turtle stared at him with a mysterious expression, attempting to see his saint intent.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t notice anything. This thing seemed to be non-existent yet everywhere at once.

“Two years and five months, why isn’t it opening?” He calculated.

Another century here might get him to the ninth level. Alas, he couldn’t wait that long since the calamity could come at any second to West Bull.

The turtle, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be in a hurry. It wanted to be rid of the curse and said: “Maybe we can get out when you’re a saint.”

It was at the ninth level now and changed dramatically. Its snow-white body had scales now; its head became strange as well with feelers growing on his head.

‘Looks like an ancient black tortoise...’ Feiyun thought to himself.

After six more days, the altar in the center activated again. The door slowly opened, allowing cold winds to get inside.

Everyone was ecstatic since they didn’t want to be trapped forever.

Feiyun ran out and took a look at the clouds rus.h.i.+ng in. He activated his fiery gaze and saw a boundless world.

Gigantic beasts roamed on the surface and roared at the flying palace.

“Raa!” One of them punched the air but couldn’t make contact due to the palace’s incredible speed.

Everyone stood on the stairs outside and gazed below. No one noticed the eyes of the two statues slightly pulsing for a split second.

“This must be the center of Spirit Immortal World, Immortal Continent. Many powerful beings including saints are here.” The turtle said.

“It’s still flying.” Feiyun said.

“Right, let me see.” The turtle took out a map made from the skin of a horned dragon. It had ancient diagrams and markings. This was a map of Spirit Immortal World.

“Strange, it’s flying toward Heaven Gate.” It scratched its neck and said.

“So it took us underground to Immortal Continent, and now it’s taking us back?” Feiyun asked.

“Yes, given its speed, we’ll be back to the ruins soon. Why though?” The turtle didn’t understand.

As they approached the gate, Feiyun noticed something and took out the rock from the destruction tablet.

It burned intensely, nearly making a hole through his palm.

“Such aura, can it be...” He stood on top of the palace with his hands behind his back, looking like a sword immortal with black hair and a white robe.

He felt something monstrous near the gate - pure destruction.

“World Destruction Tablet!” The turtle noticed it and had a terrible feeling.

Suddenly, a dignified voice came from inside the palace: “Get back, the tablet is emerging soon. We will be flying out of Heaven Gate.”

Who is it?!~ Feiyun teleported back inside and stared at the two statues.

They had a blue glow around them now, looking like G.o.ds coming back to the mortal world.

Everyone returned inside and the gate closed once more.

Both the turtle and the sisters kneeled before the statues.

The turtle had tears and snots as it spoke: “Sacred Ancestors! You’re not completely dead yet, I can still see you two one last time through these remnant intents!”

“Who told you we’re dead?” The statue with the bow spoke, seemingly br.i.m.m.i.n.g with life.

“But you’re dead... can this be...” The turtle was surprised.

“A punishment for insulting us.”

The turtle was sent flying and smashed into a wall.

The statue with the arrow had a gentler voice: “Our spirits traveled for the last 48,000 years. We turned the body into the statue to stop the flow of time. Now that we’re back and with the help of the blood from eight saints, we’ll awake soon enough.”

Feiyun was emotional to hear the truth about these two grandmas!

“That’s great, that’s great! You will be able to return and deal with the traitors in Grave Palace!” The turtle rejoiced.

“We are aware and shall deal with it later. The destruction tablet is more urgent.” The one with the bow spoke: “Who are you, how do you know us?”

“Honorable Sacred Ancestor Shuhuang, it’s me, Lil’ Mao!” The turtle said.

The statue with the bow was Shuhuang and the one with the arrow was Xueying. The two were twins from a Yang Soul Holy Embryo.

They have lived for more than 200,000 years, older than virtually any other living being. Even the current Ancestral Dragon Monarch was only a junior compared to them.

“Never heard of you.” Shuhuang said.

The turtle wiped its sweat and said: “50,000 years ago back in Grave Palace, my grandfather and I had the pleasure of meeting you two. Of course, supreme masters such as yourselves wouldn’t remember a little black tortoise. My grandfather was the northern protector. He pa.s.sed away 30,000 years ago and I was the chosen successor but the position was robbed from me! I was both loyal and talented... I couldn’t accept it...”

The saints could see the truth from a single glance and knew who the turtle was. However, they were annoyed at its incessant blabbering.

“Boom!” The turtle was sent flying into the wall again.

Alas, it got something good this time - the curse on it was broken by a casual move from Sacred Ancestor Shuhuang.

“Your curse is broken, you may recover your cultivation now. Since you are the grandson of the old tortoise, the northern protector position shall be yours.” Sacred Ancestor Xueying had a softer personality compared to her sister.

“Thank you, Sacred Ancestor.” The turtle transformed into a ma.s.sive black tortoise. Its cultivation soared rapidly and its aura became monstrous.

It used up its fire essences and surpa.s.sed Feiyun in no time at all, on the verge of breaking into the saint realm.