After Zhen Yuanzi departed.
The Netherworld returned to tranquility. Only the ceaselessly circulating radiance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation intertwined with the grim aura of the Ten Halls of Yama Palace.
Chen Xuan held the Earth Book, his fingers tracing its ancient patterns. The laws of earth and the power of the Netherworld merged in his palm, not only stabilizing the Netherworld's foundations but also sharpening his perception of the Primordial World's fortunes.
"Right, I nearly forgot. The Black Tortoise still hasn't been reincarnated..."
Before long, as he spoke, Chen Xuan's gaze swept over the Primordial Spirit hidden within his internal universe, and he suddenly remembered something.
Before the Witch-Demon Calamity, the Golden Crow had furiously crashed into Mount Buzhou, causing heaven and earth to collapse. Nuwa refined stones to mend the heavens, but four colossal pillars were needed to support the sky. At that time, the North Sea Black Tortoise severed its own four limbs, using its essence blood and tortoise shell to bear the Heavenly Dao's merit, barely stabilizing the heavens.
Unfortunately, the Black Tortoise exhausted its origin and ultimately perished!
Back then, Chen Xuan had promised that once the Six Paths of Reincarnation were established, he would grant the Black Tortoise a great opportunity.
Now, it was time to fulfill that promise!
With that thought.
"Crash—"
Chaotic Origin power surged around Chen Xuan. With a flick of his hand, he sent a faint soul-light, weak yet containing an immense aura of merit, into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
It was the remnant soul of the North Sea Black Tortoise. It resembled a miniature phantom of the Black Tortoise, surrounded by faint golden merit-light, yet its aura was feeble due to the damage to its soul body.
Upon seeing Chen Xuan, the Black Tortoise's remnant soul seemed