Zhang Ming noticed that the Divine Turtle responded to flattery and wondered whether these Bad Old Turtles all had the same temperament and intelligence.
He hurriedly asked, "Senior, I wanted to ask, what sort of contract did this... person sign with the Demon God [Mo]? Why use a hammer to pin down his body?"
"How do you know about that?!" The Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle did not show himself, but he was clearly startled and suspicious.
Forgotten history had been unearthed again, like an old photograph stained brown with tea. Even his own memories were hazy, yet an outsider actually knew about it?!
The Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle scrutinized him.
Zhang Ming declared shamelessly, "Not only do I know, I also know how magnificent and mighty you were, old turtle. You fought with style and skill. You refused to back down against so many powerful opponents. Truly impressive."
"My name is Zhang Ming. I'm a mythological historian from the Demon God's Sea, otherwise known as the New World. Even in the New World, there are legends about you, the Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle."
Really? My name has spread that far?
I thought I wasn't particularly well known...
You youngster certainly know how to talk.
The Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle felt inexplicably pleased by the praise from this overly familiar junior who was Walking the Way of the Demon God.
After all, Zhang Ming counted as a powerful being in his eyes. He disdained praise from the weak.
But praise from the strong still made him quite happy.
Zhang Ming seized the chance to ask again, "Turtle Grandpa, what happened in the end?"
"After those Divine Men all went to the New World, there wasn't enough idealistic gravity here. How were you supposed to deal with that? And what was the Mythological Origin? Divine Turtle,