Sect Leader Tongtian transformed into a streak of sword light, tore through the sky, and rushed straight toward the Northern Sea with raging fury. His killing intent soared into the heavens, terrifying all living beings in every direction into trembling.
Li Fan stood alone atop Jianmu, watching that distant sword light vanish. He gently shook his head and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
The Ancestor Black Tortoise had truly cared too little about the Heavenly Dao. It only knew how to sleep and had never taken any responsibility seriously. How could it have imagined that one day, the duty of "holding up the heavens" would bring about its own death?
Such is the time, such is fate... Li Fan fell silent within. He was not a stubbornly sentimental man. He knew full well that mending the heavens concerned the survival of the Prehistoric Universe and allowed no mistakes. The Black Tortoise's body was indeed the best choice for stabilizing Heaven and Earth. As the Heavenly Emperor, he naturally bore a share of this karma.
With a slight movement of his thoughts, a divine sense perceptible only to the Black Tortoise set out after the fact yet arrived first, crossing endless void in an instant and descending into the vast consciousness sleeping deep within the Northern Sea.
The divine sense contained no superfluous words, only the greater cause of mending the heavens, the Black Tortoise's destiny, and a sliver of glimmer of life hidden within hopelessness—do not resist, do not struggle; sacrifice its four limbs to preserve its primordial spirit. Its body would be gravely damaged, but it might not be without a chance to regain Creation one day.
*I hope you can understand. Do not make futile resistance... Otherwise, beneath Sect Leader Tongtian's Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, both body