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Chapter 102 How about I call you 'Little Blackie'?

"Keng! Keng!"

The crimson storm relentlessly pounded against the golden coffin, sparking tiny sparks that even rose high into the air and were swept into the eye of the storm.

The ferocious force grew stronger and stronger, seemingly determined not to stop until it tore them to shreds, showing no signs of stopping.

Hearing the thunderous roar, Li Wudao's palms were sweating, and he could hardly calm down.

Such power was terrifying; even a Saint Lord-level expert would have to retreat. He was a little worried about whether the golden coffin could withstand it.

However, when he looked at the green-haired turtle with concern.

But they found the latter calmly eating the sacred fruit, making smacking noises as if thoroughly enjoying himself.

Li Wudao was speechless.

No, at a time like this, you can still eat? Don't you have any self-respect?

"Why are you looking at me? Instead of worrying unnecessarily, you might as well sit down and eat some fruit. Don't worry, this blood storm can't break through my 'Heaven-Severing Coffin'."

The green-haired turtle seemed to understand the meaning on the boy's face, and said in a mature tone, showing no sign of worry.

"The Heaven-Severing Coffin..."

Upon hearing this, Li Wudao's heart stirred.

The name is so imposing, it sounds extraordinary. Maybe he underestimated the quality of this golden coffin.

It has probably gone beyond the scope of a Saint-level weapon.

"Could this be an imperial-level divine weapon?!"

Li Wudao was filled with horrified suspicions and became somewhat unsettled.

Immediately, he looked at the green-haired turtle with some suspicion, his brows furrowed.

Throughout history, the Eastern Wilderness has only had a handful of great emperors, and only a handful of imperial weapons—they are extremely rare. I've never heard of anyone using a coffin as a weapon; that would be far too tacky...

Perhaps he's overthinking it.

"boom--"

Just then, a soft sound came from inside the golden coffin, and the aura of a mid-stage King Realm cultivator spread out.

Li Wudao stared in astonishment, his eyes wide. This green-haired turtle was so lucky, it actually broke through?

Before he could even sigh, the aura of a late-stage King Realm expert surged forth, and the green-haired turtle stretched its dark neck, letting out a blissful sigh.

"???"

Li Wudao was somewhat bewildered.

In just a quarter of an hour, the green-haired turtle broke through two realms in succession, which can no longer be explained by luck.

Wait, could it be because of those red fruits!

His eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to take out a bright red sacred fruit.

The green-haired turtle broke through its barrier shortly after eating two fruits, so there is clearly some connection between the two.

Thinking of this, the boy no longer hesitated and downed the whole thing in one gulp.

The fruit is plump and sweet, melts in your mouth, and its rich aroma is refreshing. One bite and your mind is cleared.

The sacred fruit wasn't large, and Li Wudao finished it off in two bites.

Immediately, still wanting more, he took out the remaining two fruits and ate them clean in no time.

"Buzz!"

After a while,

Li Wudao felt his body filled with a pure spiritual energy, like a surging river, overflowing and constantly cleansing his meridians and internal organs.

Immediately, he felt a surge of joy and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating his cultivation technique to accelerate the refining of this spiritual energy.

"This kid isn't stupid..."

Not far away, the green-haired tortoise glanced at it, muttered a few words, and then focused on consolidating its cultivation.

Time passes little by little.

Outside the golden coffin, the sounds of explosions and the air were filled with murderous intent, but inside, all was quiet and peaceful, with people cultivating in a leisurely manner.

At the same time, Li Wudao's aura visibly increased.

With a muffled thud, Li Wudao broke through to the mid-stage of Martial Grandmaster.

This momentum only gradually subsided after breaking through to the late stage of the Martial Grandmaster realm.

"Tsk tsk, this kid's physique is truly a bottomless pit..."

Looking at the boy who was meditating, the green-haired turtle clicked its tongue in amazement.

It possesses the bloodline of a divine beast and is at the King Realm level; a single Vermilion Bird Fruit is enough for it to advance to a minor realm.

Li Wudao, on the other hand, was merely a Martial Grandmaster, and it took him three Vermilion Bird Fruits to barely break through two minor realms.

The defects of the Eucharist are obvious.

It's powerful as it is, but the resources required for its breakthrough are also extremely terrifying.

Moreover, as one's cultivation level increases, the consumption of resources will also increase exponentially, with no upper limit.

"A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise; the ancients were right."

Feeling his current level of cultivation, Li Wudao had many thoughts.

Having accidentally wandered into the heart of a forbidden zone, expecting certain death, he unexpectedly found a sacred medicine to elevate his cultivation level in this perilous place, turning misfortune into blessing.

"boom!"

After an unknown amount of time, the golden coffin suddenly plummeted to the ground, the noise outside gradually subsided, and the blood-red storm seemed to have receded.

This time, the man and the turtle were in perfect sync, not in a hurry, and patiently waited.

After waiting for another two hours without any unusual occurrences, the green-haired tortoise beckoned Li Wudao to go out.

"What kind of hellish place is this?!"

Li Wudao looked around, a chill running down his spine.

Before me stretched an endless expanse of red sand, as if it had been soaked in blood, and a faint smell of blood wafted through the air.

The sky was overcast, and the dim moonlight spilled across the earth, casting a blood-red glow.

A cold wind sometimes howls, accompanied by the faint cawing of crows, drifting from afar, melodious and mournful, sending chills down one's spine.

"This should be the 'Crimson Plain'."

The green-haired turtle gazed ahead, its eyes slightly furrowed.

Is this place dangerous?

Having learned from past mistakes, Li Wudao dared not act rashly.

"I have only heard of this place, but have never been here."

The green-haired turtle seemed to have thought of something and said in a deep voice, "This place is still deep in the restricted area. We can't let our guard down. Let's leave here as soon as possible."

Immediately, based on the records in the rumors and its intuition, it chose a direction to go.

"Hey Green Turtle, is the path you've chosen reliable?"

Li Wudao followed behind, feeling very unsafe.

He's terrified that this bastard will lead him astray, and if that happens, he'll be doomed.

"What, you don't believe me? Follow me, and I guarantee you'll get out alive. Of course, whether you can leave Sword Ruins or not is none of my concern."

The green-haired turtle said in a muffled voice, but he was equally uncertain.

It was its first time here, and it didn't know where the road ahead led, or if anything unexpected might happen.

It has only a vague memory of this blood-red plain.

The man and the tortoise traveled more than ten miles.

The ground ahead was an even more eerie red, covered with crisscrossing cracks, from which gusts of cold air occasionally emanated, carrying a chilling aura that seemed to emanate from the depths of the underworld.

The surrounding scenery was desolate and bleak, with occasional withered blood-red grasses that could be seen with dry, yellowed leaves that still retained their sharp shape and made a faint rustling sound.

"Brother Green-haired Turtle, since you're free, why don't you tell me about the rumors surrounding the Crimson Plains?"

During the journey, Li Wudao couldn't help but urge him to answer.

He always loved to inquire about these secrets.

"Damn it, if you keep yelling like that, I'll beat you up even if it damages my very essence!"

The green-haired turtle stopped in its tracks, baring its teeth and staring at him, unable to bear it any longer.

It is a great disgrace that the majestic divine beast Xuanwu is repeatedly belittled as a green-haired turtle by a human brat.

Li Wudao chuckled awkwardly, then retorted confidently, "How can you blame me for this? I don't even know your name..."

"The name... it's been too long, I've long forgotten it."

The green-haired turtle seemed to recall something, its expression stiffening slightly, a hint of embarrassment in its eyes.

"What should we do if you don't have a name? Calling you 'Lord Xuanwu' is also a bit inappropriate."

Li Wudao stroked his chin. "How about this, I'll reluctantly give you a name, so it'll be easier to communicate that way."

"What's the name?" The green-haired turtle seemed intrigued.

"Hmm, let me think..."

Li Wudao sized it up, his eyes darting around, and he gave a mischievous smile. "You're all black, and your heart is black too, so how about we call you... 'Little Blackie'?"

"Little Blackie?"

The green-haired turtle muttered to itself, "The name seems alright, but something still feels off."

Moreover, the cunning look in the boy's eyes made it feel like it had been tricked.