The pitch-black space seemed boundless. It was a void; there was nothing here, not even a sense of direction.
After the blood-red figure descended, it hovered there for a moment.
Bang!
The body exploded, and over a hundred Blood God Children scattered in every direction like fireworks. Every drop of blood could give rise to a clone. At the very center, the clone transformed by the Illusion Spirit Gu stood motionless, Immortal Spirit Power constantly flowing around its body.
"Found it."
No one knew how much time had passed before the clone in the middle suddenly opened its eyes.
The densely packed Blood God Children returned like fledgling swallows flying back to their nest. The Illusion Spirit Gu Clone reached out and grabbed at the space ahead, and a huge Patterned-Shell Turtle appeared in his hand. Chen Luo had originally thought he would be met with complaints from the Flower-Backed Turtle upon entering, or perhaps delight at being rescued. Instead, the turtle shell in his hand did not move at all, as though it were dead.
Asleep?!
Chen Luo sensed it and immediately confirmed the Flower-Backed Turtle's condition. This fellow had pushed the Fate Turtle Race's talent to its absolute limit; he could fall asleep anywhere. If someone caught him and threw him into solitary confinement, he would probably sleep until the sect went bankrupt. If not for Chen Luo coming over, who knew how long this fellow would have slept.
He did not wake him. Carrying the turtle shell, he headed back.
With the main body outside, the Illusion Spirit Gu Clone quickly found the way out. After reconstructing its position, it soon reached the exit.
With a flash of light, one man and one turtle appeared in the Immortal Realm.
Sensing the rich aura of the Immortal Realm,