A black turtle the size of a millstone, its clawed toes spread wide, followed Cangjie into the great hall.
The patterns on its shell shifted unpredictably. Though there was a certain logic to them, they possessed no fixed form.
Though Ling Qing could see spiritual light flickering in its eyes, there was no trace of familiarity within them.
Through the Wondrous Way, he had long since learned of Holy Mother Turtle Spirit's present state, and was able to face it calmly.
But Li Li, Zhu Guang, and Tian Ying were somewhat lost in thought at the sight.
Though they had not had much contact with Holy Mother Turtle Spirit, they had seen Nie Yinniang when they arrived here.
Now, facing this spirit turtle that possessed spirituality but no self, an indescribable feeling arose in their hearts.
One of the four great disciples of Supreme Purity, a figure at the pinnacle of Heavenly Immortals, had been reduced to such a state merely because tribulation had descended.
It was enough to make one sigh without end.
Before the others could dwell on it further, Cangjie began examining the knotted cords in the hall one by one.
When he saw several additional cords, he paused slightly. After inspecting the information within them, he turned to Daoist Lingguan and asked, "Are these your interpretations?"
Daoist Lingguan replied, "Yes. In some matters, our own understanding differs somewhat from that of the Historiographer.
But since the Historiographer has interpreted them thus, you naturally have your reasons. We merely appended our own views and ask for the Historiographer's guidance."
Pointing at the appended knots, Cangjie asked, "Whose are these?"
Tian Ying stepped forward. "Mine."
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