I Want to Be Stewed, the Myriad Races World Has Arrived

Sacred Ancestor Heaven.

"'Mystic Tortoise...'" Chen Tian stared at the tiny turtle in his palm, deep in thought.

The Mystic Tortoise was indeed enormous and possessed quasi-Saint strength, but Chen Tian was already at the Saint Eighth Heaven, and his physical body had even reached the Heavenly Dao Twelve Heavens.

Most importantly, the Great Dao of Laws he had comprehended was already at the Chaos level. Turning the incomparably huge Mystic Tortoise into a palm-sized little turtle was practically effortless, wasn't it??

"Saint... please spare me, Saint. I've always been sleeping, little me has never left the North Sea. I don't know where I offended you, so I hope the Saint can be magnanimous..."

The little Mystic Tortoise was so frightened that it nearly peed itself. Holy crap!! What had it ever done to offend anyone? It had merely been sleeping, yet somehow it had offended a Saint!!

The Mystic Tortoise had been in seclusion for countless years. It had only been awakened once by the voices when Hongjun and the Seven Saints attained sainthood, but then it had gone right back to sleep. This guy was a genuine shut-in!!

It had stayed in the North Sea all this time. Not only had it never gone out, it rarely even moved, so how could it have offended anyone? What the hell! It spent all day in seclusion—who could it possibly have offended??

"Hmm... I originally wanted to take you as my disciple. After all, your roots originated from the creation of the world, but now..."

As Chen Tian spoke, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. He smiled and said, "I want to eat turtle soup made from a ten-million-year-old turtle!!"

"!!!" The Mystic Tortoise.

What the hell!! Was there something wrong with him?? If he wanted to take it