Primordial Origin Body, Innate Spirits
At the Primordial Abyss Venerate Daoist Sanctum, Su Hao immediately sensed that the trace of aura belonging to the divine turtle within him had vanished. "Did something happen to the divine turtle?"
This could only mean that a powerful expert had made a move.
With its strength, even if it could not win, could it not flee? Now that its aura had disappeared, it had at least been suppressed and cut off by space.
"It probably is not dead. It is special—the descendant of the Divine Ao, one of a kind beneath heaven and earth. If someone wanted to kill it, someone would naturally step in to save it."
Thinking this, Su Hao relaxed somewhat.
They had shared no shallow friendship, so naturally he did not want anything to happen to it.
But in his current situation, Su Hao could barely protect himself. There was no way he could leave the Daoist Sanctum.
"At the very least, I need to reach a realm of strength like Taiqing or Cheng Zhen before I can go out..." Su Hao felt helpless. Even upon reaching that level, he might not necessarily possess the ability to protect himself.
After pondering it several times, he gave up on the idea of contacting the outside world.
He had gone to great lengths to hide. If the Azure Nether Soul Bell or some method of contact exposed his location, it would only add variables while accomplishing nothing.
Su Hao calmed his mind and continued devouring Talent Power while cultivating.
He already had more than ten immortal artifacts, several Dao artifacts, and countless immortal medicines for healing, but he had consumed every cultivation pill that could be of use.
The Talent Power produced each day in the battlefield between immortals and devils did