Some disciples went to hug the turtle's head, but that head was as large as a mountain. Even if they managed to wrap their arms around it, they were no more than a tree on the mountain, looking tiny beyond measure.
Seeing how ignorant the disciples looked, I smiled. It seemed I wasn't completely a country bumpkin after all.
Actually, these ancient creatures were merely unaccustomed to the dimensional power of the present age. Their meridians were simple. If they were placed in the Jiuzhou Realm, they could no longer evolve, so it was inevitable that they would gradually accumulate toxins day after day like drug addicts, their bodies slowly weakening and degenerating until they finally died.
So, just as Xiao Jinting had said before about when dimensional power had first begun to revive, the giant turtle must have started suffering chronic poisoning back then. It was already a miracle that it had held on for so many years.
To completely change this situation, I would have to start with its meridians. But there was currently no way to modify dimensional power, so I still had to make a trip to the outside world.
After all, if I stayed here now, what else could I do besides teach them a few ways to protect themselves?
Not to mention, every one of these disciples was remarkably soft and pliable, easy for anyone to pinch. Although they had the courage to sacrifice their lives for righteousness, that courage wasn't being used to resist.
To me, they were simply chicks in a troubled world. It would be strange if anyone who found them didn't kill them for meat.
I took out the last Immortal Destiny Pill I had. This thing could temper the soul-body and was an extraordinary treasure. It also contained matter