The attack from the outside world began.
The Black Tortoise was at a critical juncture. The Flame-Horned People should have united to resist this outside attack, but now their entire society had collapsed, descending into a massacre.
In the Great Sage's eyes, the whole world dimmed, about to dissolve into ultimate nothingness.
His entire life flashed through his mind.
Born a commoner, he had awakened an unparalleled talent, earned great merit and the world's recognition, then grown old and frail, retired from politics, and nurtured countless students.
And now, he had reached this final moment.
The tide of an era was not something one man could turn. At the very end, at least he had lived without regrets.
Now, the Black Tortoise's evil thoughts must far outweigh its good ones. He still had to make one final preparation.
"On behalf of my unworthy descendants, I offer my apologies to the Black Tortoise."
"If the good corpse and evil corpse possess spirits, please remember this old man, and do not be too harsh on my Flamehorn Race... though that is only wishful thinking."
The aged Great Sage experienced one final rally, color returning to his face.
At the last moment, he miraculously stood, bowed slightly, then leaped toward that enormous structure!
He put every ounce of his strength into that leap.
In the end, a splash of crimson blood remained on the grayish-brown wall.
After hearing the story, Zhang Ming fell silent, a trace of shock lingering within him.
A story that mixed heroes and cowards truly left him with conflicting emotions.
"So that's it. The two super-lifeforms at the center of the island are the terrifying remnants of the Black Tortoise's death. No wonder they've maintained this balance for so long... in a sense, the Great Sage really