The Man’s Decree

Though it was common knowledge that the divine turtles were not vicious beasts, it was a difficult endeavor to tame one. However, one man was so impatient that he dove headfirst overboard.

The waters of the Night Sea were so black that it was like diving into a pot of ink. However, the cultivator did not land in the water.

but on the back of a divine turtle instead. Unlike demon beasts would, the divine turtle did not retaliate. Instead, with the cultivator on its back, it began to skim across the Night Sea. The divine turtle seemed excited. A chessboard-like pattern, glowing faintly, appeared on its shell. With the divine turtle’s swift strokes through the water, the cultivator swayed as if he were. caught in the fury of a giant wave.

In response, he produced an ordinary-looking longsword and brought it high above his head to drive it into the turtle’s shell in a vicious stab. He intended to secure the sword atop the turtle’s shell so that he had something to hold on to.

The people aboard the spirit ship began yelling at the sight of the cultivator attempting to pierce the turtle’s shell. “Stop!”

they shouted. “Do not use force against the divine turtle, or there will be trouble!”

However, the warning came too late. The cultivator had already driven his sword through the turtle’s shell.

Realm cultivator, and the strength with which he had driven his sword was equivalent to thousands of pounds of

divine turtle let out an ear-piercing shriek. The glow of its shell lit up the skies, as

dissipated, they saw that the sword had been broken in half, and the cultivator himself was thrown into

inky-black jets of water, sharp as rapiers, drew a spray of blood the moment

eight trigrams pattern cast out a length of rope at once and pulled the cultivator back The people aboard the spirit ship began yelling at the sight of the cultivator attempting to pierce the turtle’s shell. “Stop!” they shouted. “Do not use force against

too late. The cultivator had already driven his

equivalent to thousands of pounds of crushing pressure. The divine turtle let out an ear-piercing shriek. The glow of its shell lit up the skies, as if the sun itself had exploded. The blinding light caused the onlookers to shut their eyes. After

a snort and sent several jets of water

drew a spray of blood the moment

trigrams pattern cast out a length of rope at once and pulled the cultivator

found that the area around the cultivator’s wounds was blackened, accompanied by a noxious stench. It

stepped forward, shaking his head. “It’s over. He cannot be saved. Though these peaceful beasts will never strike first, it does not mean they are docile creatures. You shouldn’t tame them with the use of force. If you try, this is what will happen to you. The