Next to the old tortoise, Li Feng felt as if chains within the old tortoise's body were snapping, and an invisible force directly pushed him away.
Floating turtle script appeared around them in mid-air, enveloping the surroundings. The sound of rushing water echoed in their ears, and the air began to become misty, shrouded in vapor.
After a brief moment, the rippling water made the sky's turtle script scenery resemble an ink painting, vivid and lifelike.
Li Feng also looked at this scene in astonishment and thought to the Vermilion Bird: "What is going on here?"
The Vermilion Bird Goddess was quite surprised: "Heh, you've found quite a treasure. This old tortoise actually has the bloodline of the holy beast Xuanwu, and the bloodline is quite strong. It must be a direct descendant of Xuanwu."
"A descendant of Xuanwu?"
