I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 1085 649: Turtle Clan Leader, We Found the True Son

The flas in the Turtle Cauldron suddenly shrank down, as if bent by so invisible weight, their light flickering between blue and purple, illuminating the patterns painted in ochre and vermilion on the furnace.

The leading Turtle-man twisted a handful of white, withered yarrow stalks and tossed them into the furnace—they had grown by the lakeside three days ago, dyed by the water splashed by the Divine Turtle.

From the belly of the cauldron ca the sound of crackling.

"When the pattern is aligned, it is pardon; when reversed, a warning; intersected, a calamity; encircled, a celebration... O turtle shell, speak the language of Heaven, let my fate listen!"

The Turtle People lay on the ground, cutting open their wrists with sharp tools, letting the blood flow!

As the first drop of blood fell into the cracks of the turtle shell, the entire pattern of the flas seed to twist slightly.

The fresh blood suddenly began to stretch on its own, as the flas danced more intensely.

The burning yarrow brought a scorched stench, and the backside of the shell seeped out fine beads of blood, arranging themselves into a blurred symbol of the Kun trigram.

Once all the blood had poured into the turtle shell, the flas in the cauldron suddenly stood as straight as a pine tree, and amidst the firelight, a mysterious scene erged!

The leading Turtle-man stared intently, as if seeing sothing, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

With a wave of his hand, the flas extinguished, ending the divination ritual.

"Alright, everyone can rise now." This Old Turtle Man, numbered as 1 in the Turtle Civilization, was born in the Third Epoch and was also the eldest among the Turtle Clan.

"Ancestor, what's the situation? Has a powerful civilization appeared in the Ninth Epoch? Is there a top-tier existence like the Tower Top Civilization?" The young Turtle People clamored.

"Ha, you are truly daydreaming, how many Tower Top Civilizations do you think exist? Most Epoch pillars were cultivated by our Turtle Civilization... Although we don't always provide tily aid, we still manage to grace the occasion with ease."

The wrinkles on the Old Ancestor's face were like deep ravines; even with the long lifespan of the Turtle Clan, living to this age was no easy feat.

And these Turtle People around, mostly born in the Ninth Epoch, lacked much knowledge.

The Turtle Civilization revered elite cultivation, with no more than a million mbers born per Epoch. The Pangu Continent had its own rules of balance, so since the Turtle Civilization couldn't save the world despite living so long, it was not advisable to overpopulate either.

Once these compatriots reached adulthood, they would disperse everywhere.

This gathering place was considered the most populous Turtle Civilization tribe, with as many as 70,000 people!

"Ancestor, what did you actually see?" asked an older Turtle-man born in the Eighth Epoch. "Did you discover a civilization worth investing in? We'll go there imdiately!"

"Ah, there wasn't anything particularly noteworthy." The Old Turtle Man shook his head, "In fact, so troubleso things were seen."

"Those damn nuisances, hiding away for nine Epochs, finally can't take it anymore and are coming out of the Small World."

"Are you referring to the Ancient Races?"

The Old Turtle Man slowly replied, "Yes, those races that hid early on are all proficient in divination."

"Even we have calculated that the Ninth Epoch has a high chance of being the final Epoch; they must have calculated it too. This calamity, they can't evade."

The Old Turtle Man paused for a few seconds and then said, "These races are remnants of the First Epoch, revering blood sacrifice, and might still retain the ans to use 'Infinite Qi'... Though they dare not misuse 'Infinite Qi', it's going to be a big problem."

Talking about those ancient races, almost all the Turtle People felt resentful.

Indeed, their Turtle Civilization had fought and strived, persisting to this day.

But those ancient races had always hidden in the Small World, ignoring external matters.

Their divination abilities were astonishing, deeply understanding that once touched by an Epoch Disaster, even the slightest revelation of truth ant no escape, so they wouldn't take action despite any opportune chance.

"Heh, they ultimately have no clue about the truth of the Epoch Disasters, just obstinately thinking waiting will suffice."

"But little do they know, without fighting back, there will never be victory."

"Now, the final Epoch is finally approaching." The Old Turtle Man looked up at the Sun in the sky, the passage of Ti was indeed cruel, he had gone through too many stories, and all his past comrades had perished, leaving only him alive.

"Ancestor, could we unite with them? These ancient races possess astonishing combat strength and vast wealth..."

"Heh... you should know, those races with true virtue already stepped out during the few past opportunities."

"As for the rest... don't get your hopes up!" The Old Turtle Man shook his head.

Ah, what a great opportunity the Sixth Epoch was, yet it was missed...

They clearly had the ability, yet they chose to be re onlookers!

"Are Hydrogen Bombs produced?" 1st Turtle-man suddenly asked in so dissatisfaction.

Another Turtle-man, dressed in high-tech glasses, reported, "Reporting to the Clan Leader, we've extracted so radioactive elents from the underground, with 1200 bombs at the gaton level and 219 at the tens of gaton level!"

The Old Turtle Man slapped his own turtle shell vigorously, "Good, if you find those ancient clans, blast them with Hydrogen Bombs imdiately! Don't waste words with them!"

All other Turtle People were dumbfounded; their Turtle Civilization always valued peace, never actively initiating conflicts. Even when facing losses from investing in other civilizations, they endured.

But this ti, they were actually going to bomb others.

This was the order of the 1st Turtle-man, and they couldn't refute it.

"Don't be naive. Those fellows have been expending epochs in slumber with the aid of Ti Magic Treasures, naturally leaving their souls weak and spirits languid. To recover quickly, they must conducts blood sacrifices on other races."