Crack, crack...
As time passed, the red light bursting from the cracks grew ever brighter.
One day half a month later, a huge bulge suddenly rose on the surface of the crack-covered giant egg, and then the first fragment of shell fell away.
Before long, a second piece, a third, and then still more fragments of eggshell dropped one after another. Then a wet, pale, smooth "braised egg" poked out through the opening.
The "braised egg" was about seven or eight zhang across, its long, narrow eyes tightly shut, its mouth like an eagle's hook. At first glance, it looked no different from an ordinary turtle—except that it was thousands of times larger.
However, on both sides of its head stood two tender pink horns, rounded and slightly raised, like a pair of newly sprouted deer antlers.
After the little dragon turtle poked out its head, it immediately began gnawing desperately at the surrounding eggshell.
In just a moment, it had chewed out a big hole.
At that moment, the little dragon turtle clumsily crawled half its body out, its two crocodile-like, scale-armored forelimbs gripping the edge of the shell so it would not fall back in.
The shell on this little dragon turtle's back was stacked piece upon piece, layer upon layer, like dragon scales carved from the finest jade, and it naturally formed a flawless innate Eight Trigrams pattern, filled with an indescribably profound Dao resonance.
Above a certain rift valley ten thousand li away, Zhao Sheng watched the entire process of the little dragon turtle hatching with a grave expression.
The little dragon turtle spent two days before it swallowed the entire eggshell clean.
Over those two days, it grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, soon reaching a massive diameter of seventy or