At that moment, Black Tortoise seemed to come back to life.
The earth began to rise. The Black Tortoise Continent, which had already sunk into the Mysterious Zone, seemed to return to the days when Black Tortoise was alive.
It had once... held up an entire world!
A world should not lie submerged beneath the sea.
The Black Tortoise Continent was not merely a little island.
It was a true continent, an entire world!
The tremors grew more violent, and that mighty voice rose ever higher, its echoes reverberating between heaven and earth.
"Black Tortoise of the Northern Extremity, aged one million, two hundred and ten thousand, four hundred and thirty-one years, formed a fate core through the Black Tortoise Breathing Technique. Ten thousand years ago, it received the worship of the Flamehorn Race. Now, with its lifespan exhausted, it seeks to contend with heaven and attain the Heavenly God Realm!"
Under the influence of that boundless Spirit Language, mysterious visions arose in Zhang Ming's mind.
He could not even tell whether this tremendous earthquake was something that had happened ten thousand years ago or was happening now.
All he could do was clutch his spear and sprint, hacking down who knew how many mushrooms along the way.
He could only flee!
In Zhang Ming's mind, he also saw the immense, boundless Black Tortoise contending with heaven ten thousand years ago.
"Black Tortoise is going to sacrifice the Flamehorn Race! Run! Run!"
"Nonsense!"
"The monsters are coming! Hold the line!"
"The Great Sage rammed himself to death in the grand hall!"
Countless Flame-Horned People fell into panic.
The Flamehorn Race on the turtle's back suddenly collapsed. Some deserted, some struggled to hold on, and some even chose to die alongside it.
But Black Tortoise's lifespan had run out. It had