Wildlands Continent, within a Negative-Origin Secret Realm.
The blazing sun remained as vicious as ever, roasting the mountains and making the exposed crystals gleam brilliantly.
Massive Negative-Origin Turtles still sprawled across the various mountains, lazily basking in the scorching crimson rays.
Whenever they stirred, it was merely to swallow nearby prey into their mouths and slowly chew it.
At the very center stood an enormous spirit tree, thrusting up from beneath the earth.
Upon its sparse leaves hung three spirit fruits, each bearing the shadow of a peculiar lion.
All three spirit fruits were nearing maturity.
They exuded a faint spiritual fragrance.
Phenomena even emerged around them, gathering vast amounts of spiritual energy.
Yet not a single giant turtle nearby headed in that direction.
At that very moment, a yellow spiritual figure slowly flew over from above.
It eventually landed before the giant tree. Looking at the three spirit fruits, its face was filled with delight.
But another burly figure stood coldly in its path.
"Return-to-Zen, what are you doing here?"
"Of course I've come for these Earthcore Lion-Origin Fruits. This spirit tree belongs to both of us, yet you've taken all the fruits these past years. Do you think that's fair?" The arriving spiritual figure was none other than the Negative-Origin Turtle, Return-to-Zen.
Its aura had already reached the middle Seventh Stage. Its true essence was deep and robust, its breath long and steady, while its shell was densely covered in spiritual patterns.
In terms of bearing, it was not the least bit inferior to Negative Abyss before it.
"You actually broke through to the middle Seventh Stage!" The one blocking Return-to-Zen was none other than Negative Abyss, another Seventh Stage demon venerable of the Negative-Origin Turtle clan.
Its eyes were filled with surprise and shock.
It truly had