The Mystic Turtle, Shen Gui

Chapter 1: The Mystic Tortoise, Shen Gui

Within the Chaos, although countless Chaos Demon Gods were gestated, the Chaos was so vast that even with so many Demon Gods, the entire expanse remained in deathly silence for the vast majority of time.

Even if a Chaos Demon God occasionally fought another, triggering earth-shattering waves, it was still incomparably insignificant compared to the entirety of the Chaos.

In the very center of the Chaos, a Green Lotus was gestating.

The lotus bloomed with thirty-six petals, and upon it rested a Giant Egg.

The Giant Egg pulsed incessantly like a beating heart, absorbing endless Chaos Qi with every throb. As time passed, the Giant Egg gradually exuded an aura akin to that of a peerless, ferocious beast.

That aura was vast, primordial, and terrifying, causing not a single living thing in the center of the Chaos to dare approach.

However, there are always exceptions to the rule.

On this day, the center of the Chaos welcomed a second life.

A strange sound echoed through the center of the Chaos as a—it was hard to say if it was large or small—Mystic Tortoise flapped its four limbs, drifting through the Chaos.

To call it small would be a stretch, as the Mystic Tortoise was at least ten thousand zhang in size; it certainly did not fit the description of "small."

Yet, if one were to call it large, it was merely a Small Turtle when compared to the Green Lotus and the Giant Egg.

At this moment, this Small Turtle—let us call it small for now—was drifting toward the direction of the Green Lotus and the Giant Egg, as if it were completely unaffected by the terrifying aura radiating from the egg.

Inside the Giant Egg, sensing the approach of a foreign object, a great consciousness slowly awakened.

Feeling the Small Turtle approaching, that great consciousness could not help but feel a bit conflicted.

He did not understand why a Chaos Demon God would ignore his pressure and come here.

Now was not the time for him to be born; if he were to force his emergence, he feared it would cause many complications.

However, if he did not emerge, leaving this Small Turtle unattended would also be improper.

Although he did not detect any threat from this Small Turtle, it was, after all, still a Chaos Demon God.

After struggling with the decision for a long time, the great consciousness finally decided to wait and see.

This was because he had discovered the reason why the Small Turtle ignored his pressure—the Small Turtle was asleep, merely following its instincts to drift toward areas where the Chaos Qi was dense.

This discovery left the great consciousness feeling quite depressed.

To be able to fall asleep without any defenses in the treacherous Chaos—just how big-hearted was this Small Turtle?

I do not know how much time passed, but the Small Turtle finally drifted over, following the currents of Chaos Qi.

With a "bang," the Small Turtle slammed headfirst into the Giant Egg.

Then, with a "plop," it fell onto the Green Lotus, belly-up.

Stunned by the collision, the Small Turtle seemed to wake up. It opened its sleepy, hazy little eyes and looked around with extreme innocence—who hit me?

Naturally, it saw nothing at all.

Thus, the Small Turtle yawned, felt that the Chaos Qi here was quite dense and comfortable, and simply sprawled out to continue sleeping.

The great consciousness inside the Giant Egg was left completely speechless.

To be honest, the moment the Small Turtle bumped into him and woke up, he had been prepared to force his birth. After all, Chaos Demon Gods were born to be his rivals. This Small Turtle might look harmless, but it was still a Chaos Demon God.

However, what he had not expected was that this Small Turtle would completely ignore him and go back to sleep—could it be that the pressure he was radiating was fake?

Logically speaking, any Chaos Demon God should be extremely sensitive to his pressure!

He sensed the Small Turtle sprawled beside the Giant Egg and finally confirmed that it was truly asleep.

After a brief moment of speechlessness, the great consciousness sank back into silence.

Now was still not the time for him to be born.

Since the Small Turtle posed no real threat, there was naturally no need for him to emerge prematurely.

Time in the Chaos is not recorded.

In the blink of an eye, who knows how many years had passed.

During this period, the great consciousness awakened several more times. However, every time he woke up, other than seeing the Small Turtle sleeping, he only saw it change its posture to continue sleeping.

Aside from growing a little bit larger, the Small Turtle had undergone absolutely no changes.

The great consciousness was thoroughly and utterly speechless.

Perhaps there were heretics even among the Chaos Demon Gods.

That was the only way he could explain it.

Shen Gui had transmigrated.

He had transmigrated into the Chaos.

Why the Chaos?

Because other than the Chaos, Shen Gui could not think of any other word to describe this place.

Everywhere was a gray, hazy expanse; other than that, there was almost nothing at all.

Since he had transmigrated into the Chaos, it was naturally impossible to have transmigrated as a human.

However, even though Shen Gui had mentally prepared himself for this, he still felt a bit depressed upon seeing his true form.

Why did it have to be a turtle?

Although, even if it were a turtle, being born in the Chaos meant it was likely no ordinary creature, but still—if he had to transmigrate into something, why did it have to be a turtle?

Of course, that was not the only thing making Shen Gui depressed.

Transmigration was one thing, but where was the promised golden finger?

Shen Gui felt absolutely nothing regarding inheritances or any of that messy business; aside from turning into a turtle, he felt no changes in himself, nor were there any cultivation techniques or inherited memories in his mind.

This was quite a pitfall.

This was the Chaos!

In the future, Pangu would be splitting the heavens!

Although he did not know his exact status, since he was a living being in the Chaos, he was likely a Chaos Demon God, and if that were the case, he would be on the receiving end of an axe later!

But the problem was, he had no cultivation techniques!

Shen Gui expressed that he was very helpless.

If he couldn't cultivate, wouldn't he be done for when Pangu split the heavens?

Helpless, so helpless.

Then, Shen Gui felt very sleepy.

Extremely sleepy.

Should he say it was to be expected of a turtle?

And so, Shen Gui fell asleep.

Anyway, without a cultivation technique, worrying was useless, and since he was this sleepy, he might as well sleep first.

Even if he were to die in the future, he shouldn't die from sleep deprivation, right?

He didn't know how many years passed during this sleep.

Regardless, when Shen Gui woke up, he felt that he seemed to have grown a bit larger, and his body had become more powerful.

It was just that he was still sleepy.

Shen Gui wondered, could this be the perk of a transmigrator?

Growing stronger just by sleeping.

Or was it because he had turned into a turtle?

Well, he hoped it was the former.

However, no matter what, it was good to be able to grow stronger. At the very least, when the axe came for him later, he might have a chance to keep his life.

Although living as a turtle wasn't particularly interesting, it was better to live a wretched life than to die.

Casually plucking a small white flower from a nearby Chaos Boulder and sticking it on his head, Shen Gui fell asleep again. (Don't ask me where a flower came from in the Chaos~)

This time, because a weight had been lifted from his heart, Shen Gui slept for even longer than the last time.

And while Shen Gui was in deep slumber, his body was absorbing Chaos Qi every moment, which was the reason he was growing stronger.

Or rather, this was how all Chaos Demon Gods cultivated.

Shen Gui did not understand Chaos Demon Gods, which was why he found it strange that he lacked a cultivation technique.

In fact, for Chaos Demon Gods, everything they did was more akin to instinct.

Cultivation was like this, and so was combat.

Therefore, while Shen Gui slept, his body followed its instincts, drifting along the currents of Chaos Qi toward areas where the energy was more concentrated.

Within the Chaos, there were countless dangers.

Some came from the environment of the Chaos itself, while others came from other Demon Gods.

However, as Shen Gui drifted along, he coincidentally avoided every dangerous area, as if by instinct.

And because he did not encounter any danger, Shen Gui remained in a deep sleep.

PS: A bit annoyed, so I came specifically to the first chapter to post a statement.

This is a novel that leans towards being lighthearted, humorous, and focused on a "salted fish" protagonist.

So, if you feel you can't accept this, you can stop now; don't wait until you've read further to come and complain, sob sob.

One more thing, stop asking me if there is a group; the group number is in the book's synopsis.