A peculiar pouch lay before Zhang Yang. It was rough and ordinary, but after White-Bearded Grand Witcher and Princess each took out something resembling a seal and pressed it against the pouch, it began to writhe as though it had come alive.
But in fact, it was a living creature!
Zhang Yang stared dumbfounded as the thing that had originally been nothing more than a pouch transformed into a Nine-Headed Turtle in a matter of seconds.
The turtle was not particularly large, only around four or five meters tall. However, the strange fluctuations of laws surrounding its body told everyone that it was not truly on this plane. What had appeared before them was merely a tiny projection.
Zhang Yang's heart tightened. As expected, even a skinny camel was still bigger than a horse. Just how much foundation had the Ancient Witch Clan left behind back then? Their descendants had squandered it to this state, yet they still possessed such a trump card.
Of the Nine-Headed Turtle's nine heads, eight had their eyes closed. Only one head opened its eyes and stared at Princess and White-Bearded Grand Witcher.
Then it spoke in human words.
"Descendants of the bloodline of the earth and Emperor Xing, you have activated the Core Ancestral Vein. Does that mean your branch has already reached the brink of extinction?"
"Yes, messenger of the earth and guardian of the ancestral vein. We have failed Emperor Xing. The Xing Clan has encountered a great calamity, and the Shadow of the Plague God has already tracked us down. We are powerless to resist, so we request your assistance." White-Bearded Grand Witcher fell to his knees and called out reverently.
"I'm sorry, but if this is a disaster brought by the Plague God, forgive me for being powerless. Back then,