Zhou Qing desperately hugged the old hen, the protective spiritual power around his body creaking under pressure.
His ten fingers dug deeply into the gaps of Spirit Stones on the turtle's back.
Yet the Void Turtle remained oblivious to these turbulent currents, continuing its steady rotation.
For three whole months, Zhou Qing felt as though he had been thrown into an endless vortex, vomiting until he was dizzy and nauseated.
Five more years passed in the blink of an eye; he had stayed here for one hundred and fifty years in total.
His eyes were now filled with bloodshot veins.
He no longer had the heart to condense Spirit Seals; even seeing those once-coveted Wood Attribute Spirit Stones caused him a visceral revulsion.
At this moment of despair, an unusual mysterious fragrance suddenly wafted in.
Zhou Qing abruptly lifted his head, spotting three small Void Beasts resembling dragons, frantically swaying their bodies as they swam in a certain direction.
