Jiang Yun had barely appeared in the Source World when he spotted an interesting scene in the Dao Land.
Four fair, tender little children had tightly surrounded a delicately sculpted little girl standing atop a large bluestone. They chattered away, each speaking over the other, like a flock of cheerful birds frolicking in the woods.
"Boss, are we going to make our mark in the Sea of Realms too?" one of the children asked in a babyish voice that echoed through the air.
They looked like infants still in swaddling clothes, perhaps not even weaned, yet they were talking about making achievements and establishing careers. Any uninformed bystander would have thought they were innocently playing house.
Yet these little children were anything but ordinary.
One little boy had dazzling hair, like the flaming feathers of a True Phoenix, gleaming with five-colored radiance.
Another had a distinct Qilin mark on his forehead, its patterns seeming to contain ancient and mighty power capable of suppressing Supremes.
There was also a sturdy little boy with a tiger-like head and a head of snow-white hair, as pure as the first snowfall of winter.
At the edge stood a little girl carrying a tortoise shell on her back. She gently sucked on her finger, her large watery eyes blinking as a trace of bewilderment and innocence filled her gaze. She looked as though she might burst into tears at any moment, making her utterly endearing.
"The sea is great! It's Little Black Tortoise's home turf. We can stand on her shell!" one child shouted excitedly.
"If you dare bully me, I'll tell Aunt Tianyu!"
When Little Black Tortoise heard that they wanted to stand on her shell, she hurriedly hugged it protectively and backed away several steps, threatening them with a hint of tears in