It took only a cup of tea for Shen Yun to cross the vast sea of mist and arrive at Xuanjian Island once more.
The moment he stepped into the secluded valley, an aged voice spread out like ripples:
"Boy, why have you returned so soon? Have you made some discovery?"
As soon as the voice faded, a surge of magic power enveloped him. Like a clear breeze passing through, it stirred the shadows of the surrounding trees into a rustling murmur.
Shen Yun's thoughts stirred slightly, but he allowed the gentle force to settle over him without the slightest resistance.
Whoosh—
In an instant, space and time turned, and the scenery before his eyes streamed backward like flowing light. When his vision froze, he was already standing beside a Spirit Spring a hundred li away.
Beside the murmuring stream, a pitch-black Old Turtle was sprawled atop a bluestone, its eyes half closed as it basked in the sun, neither fully asleep nor awake.
"Speak. What exactly do you want with me?"
It raised its head lazily, its gaze sweeping over Shen Yun. It did not seem to attach much importance to him.
Over the endless years, it could no longer remember how many times it had looked forward to something, only to return empty-handed each time, exhausting both mind and strength.
Even now, it was still laying its plans. Rather than saying it still held hope, it would be more accurate to say this had become a habit.
Shen Yun did not mind. Getting straight to the point, he said, "Senior, regarding the inheritance of Destiny Power you mentioned earlier, I believe I may have made some discoveries."
"Hmm?!"
At these words, the Old Turtle's eyelids twitched twice, seemingly intrigued. "Tell me in detail."
"In the Thunder Fire Purgatory,