"Time passes on. Have you even forgotten my name? Have you still not found a new Immortal to take my place?" the aged voice said quietly. "I don't have much time left. You must find a new Immortal sooner, so we can keep this Demon God suppressed."
Zhang Ming fell silent. Where am I supposed to find you an Immortal? He could only laugh awkwardly twice. "Your Excellency, Divine Turtle, are you guarding this mountain path?"
"This one?" the aged voice said. "I guard a hundred and eight mountain paths. The one you're on is merely one of them."
"Your Way of the Demon God is quite peculiar. This truly is my first time seeing it... To think you can still remain rational. If you can keep that up, your prospects are boundless."
The aged voice really did belong to the Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle of local legend.
But unlike the legends, the turtle said old age would soon claim it.
Even a divine turtle, long-lived as it was, would eventually reach its end.
If it truly died of old age, the Demon God "Mo," anchored here, might expand its influence. Then it would no longer be as simple as "Don't Look Back."
"May I ask how many more years you can hold on...?" Zhang Ming asked politely.
The Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle sighed quietly. "It seems you know nothing, junior."
"Mo" was so powerful that even though this mountain path was merely one tiny anchor of its, the endless stream of Demon God power flowing through was beyond what ordinary mortals could withstand.
Thus, long, long ago, someone of great wisdom devised a plan: allow Mo's power to extend here, but not too much.
It was equivalent to the military tactic of surrounding an enemy on three sides while leaving one