Who Wouldn't Tremble Upon Seeing Xuanyuan's True Face?

Above the clouds, General Turtle tore through the cloud barrier and dove down almost in the same instant General Snake's aura shifted! But he was still half a step too late—

When he landed, he saw only General Snake staring blankly ahead, his face ashen, even his fingertips trembling faintly. General Turtle's heart sank sharply, his throat tightened, and even his breath stalled for an instant.

After decades of standing shoulder to shoulder through life and death, he knew all too well what this look meant: not grievous injury, but a crack in the Dao heart, with inner demons drilling inward inch by inch through that fissure!

But he absolutely could not collapse now!

Once he fell, the laws he had comprehended over hundreds of thousands of years, the starlight he had refined, the golden core he had condensed—all of it would turn to drifting smoke!

He had to drag him back!

"Open your eyes!"

"Did you hear me? Open your eyes!"

General Turtle seized General Snake's arm, his knuckles whitening even as his voice trembled. He could see it clearly—his friend had already burrowed into a dead end. One half-step further, and he would plunge into the abyss of qi deviation!

That was the calamity cultivators feared most: inner demons devouring the Dao, the Dao heart collapsing. At best, one would go mad and lose all reason; at worst, the Primordial Spirit would scatter, body and soul utterly destroyed!

This was no empty alarm—it was a guillotine hanging tangibly above one's head!

Knowing its danger so well, General Turtle was frantic enough for his insides to burn. Veins throbbed at his temples as he paced helplessly in place like an old turtle trapped in a ring of fire.

Though General Snake was a Daluo Golden Immortal, what did inner