A Risky Gamble for the Eerie Turtle Shell

Beneath the dim lamplight, hundreds of figures knelt pressed to the ground like pigs and sheep.

An invisible blade flashed. The sacrifices were severed at the waist, then tossed without mercy into a deep pit.

Even at the moment of death, their faces showed no trace of fear or pain.

Only a madness that chilled the heart remained.

Before the sacrificial pit, a thin man in simple gray robes performed a divination with reverence.

Threads of an exceedingly mysterious aura gathered upon the Turtle Shell suspended in midair.

As though scorched by fierce flames, cracks appeared across the Turtle Shell's surface, forming shapes like written characters.

Fang Han's mind broke free of the vision. Only then did the searing pain of being torn in two crash over him like mountains toppling into the sea.

"Azure Wood Invocation!"

Fang Han did not sit and wait for death. He pushed his extraction of life force from Heaven and Earth to its limit.

At the same time, he pressed both hands firmly against the lower half of his body, which was about to fall away.

For anyone else, even a warrior of the Royal Clan Realm, being cut in half while blood poured out like a waterfall would almost certainly have meant death. But an almost endless flood of life force allowed Fang Han to cling to his last breath.

Flesh at the wound churned and intertwined like new shoots in spring, forcibly joining and healing the two halves of his body.

"What is this..." Fang Han retreated rapidly to safety, his eyes fixed on the Turtle Shell lying quietly ahead.

"That Turtle Shell is undoubtedly where the surrounding elemental energy of Heaven and Earth converges."

"It clearly lies beyond what this world calls Martial Dao. It can wound someone from a