Chapter 791: River Chart

A divine turtle carried a stone slab on its back, staring at Yang Tian with wide eyes, its intelligence astonishing.

"Haha, you've ended up in such a ghostly state..." The strange stone laughed heartily at the sight of the turtle.

"You dare laugh at me? Aren't you hiding in that broken stone yourself!" The turtle curled its lip and snorted.

"Hmph, I'm just going inside to cultivate. Look at you, in such a wretched state—how can you compare to my freedom?" said the strange stone.

"Freedom my ass! I, the divine turtle, am just experiencing life. Unlike you in that ghostly form..."

The two began to mock each other, each more vicious than the last, their voices full of contempt.

At that moment, Yang Tian's gaze fell on the stone slab. This object was extraordinary, bearing ancient red characters, but he could not recognize them.

"This must be the treasure the strange stone mentioned. The script feels very similar to the stone tablets in the Taoist temple." Rubbing his nose, Yang Tian said with certainty.

With a hum, the strange stone suddenly shot a beam of golden light into Yang Tian's mind, and he instantly gained a vague understanding of this ancient script.

"River Chart!" Recognizing the two characters, Yang Tian muttered. This was the River Chart. The stone slab faintly revealed heavenly secrets, extremely formidable.

The patterns contained the principles of heaven and earth, ever-changing and eerie, by no means an ordinary object, bearing countless mysteries.

"Ignorant boy, let's see if you can lift it?" The turtle snorted disdainfully, though with a hint of anticipation.

Hearing this, Yang Tian thought to himself, "This thing is only palm-sized. How heavy could it be? The turtle seems highly intelligent but shows no sign of strength. It shouldn't be difficult."

With that, Yang Tian reached out and touched the River Chart. The moment he made contact, his first impression was that it was too light, and he easily picked it up.

Clack! The turtle had held no hope—this young man, barely twenty, how could he possibly lift it?

But now, he was utterly stunned. His shell flipped up, and his eyes bulged wide.

"How is this possible? This kid has neither cultivated merit nor fortune. How can he lift the River Chart!" The strange stone roared inwardly, for this was an extraordinary treasure.

As soon as Yang Tian lifted it, a strange aura merged into his body. He frowned, feeling that this object was very peculiar, as if it could perceive heavenly secrets.

"Could it be due to his past life's virtue? But in this life, what fortune does he have to lift the River Chart?" The strange stone was utterly perplexed.

Just as Yang Tian was marveling, the stone slab suddenly transformed. A crimson divine light burst forth, and a fierce aura began to spread.

"Damn, an omen of minor calamity! Run!" The turtle shrieked, recognizing the sign of great misfortune.

Yang Tian's eyes widened. This thing could predict fortune and misfortune? How absurd was that?

Even so, Yang Tian felt his body suddenly weaken. The sensation was strange, like a virile man charging at a beauty in bed suddenly turning into a soft weakling.

The strange stone also cried out in alarm. Yang Tian could not care less. The turtle leaped onto the River Chart, and just as they were about to flee, an overwhelming pressure bore down on them.

"Damn it, that great demon has come. How did he know we were here?" The strange stone howled.

"A few days ago, I went out for a stroll and almost got caught by that kid. He probably found my hiding place," the turtle muttered. It was too rare, and everyone wanted it.

"What? You idiot!" The strange stone was furious. Why hadn't the turtle said so earlier? Now that they had taken the River Chart, the entire demon race would go mad—no, the entire cultivation world would hunt them down.

"You're the idiot! Your whole family are idiots!" The turtle roared in anger. It had only taken a stroll; how was it to know the demon god would detect its presence?

"This infuriates me!" The strange stone howled, its five apertures glowing, barely restraining itself from bursting out.

Rumble! The entire cave suddenly shook, and a terrifying wave of force struck, making all of Yang Tian's hair stand on end.

Outside, the demon god, who had been sitting cross-legged recovering, suddenly moved, drawing the attention of many onlookers. When they noticed he was attacking his own lair, they were stunned.

"Has this demon been suppressed for so long that he's gone mad?" Fatty said with a curled lip.

"Probably. More demons are crawling out from below. Now, who knows how many he's shaken to death with that palm?" Xiaoji nodded.

The murmurs kept exploding. Hearing these voices, the demon almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, barely suppressing the urge to shake them all to death.

He sensed that the River Map had gone wrong. The demon was furious—this was a treasure he had long coveted, and now it had been snatched away.

Enraged, his overwhelming palm force penetrated inward. This palm was enough to destroy the world, shaking the entire cave dwelling, which was about to collapse.

"Damn it!" Yang Tian's whole body trembled violently. His golden battle suit twisted, and his internal organs hummed incessantly, suffering great damage.

The Strange Stone and the Divine Turtle were in high spirits, now cursing each other, making Yang Tian want to spit blood.

Under countless horrified gazes, the entire demon lair was overturned by the demon, and Yang Tian's figure appeared in their sight.

"Heavens, how did this kid get inside the demon lair? Is there treasure in there?"

"What's that he's carrying? Could it be the treasure he found?"

"Look at that turtle—it's actually speaking human language. From its appearance, it doesn't seem to have any cultivation."

A crowd started discussing, their faces full of curiosity.

"You're the turtles! All of you are turtles!" The Divine Turtle was enraged, howling loudly with a fierce expression.

All the heroes were dumbfounded. This turtle was too domineering, directly scolding everyone present.

Baoshu, however, was extremely excited and said incredulously, "This kid actually picked up the River Map, and the Divine Turtle has come out with it. How could he pick it up so early?"

"The River Map!" The Demoness saw the stone slab in Yang Tian's hand and immediately screamed, shaking the entire venue.

"What? The River Map!" The Madman was startled, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the stone slab in Yang Tian's hand. So this was the River Map?

The River Map and the Luo Writing—these two supreme treasures were not something even those with heaven-reaching cultivation could pick up. Even if they could, they would be useless in their hands.

The River Map contained countless permutations, and many divination divine arts evolved from it. Only ancient emperors who harbored benevolence and righteousness for the world and possessed boundless merit could lift this object.

But this thing had more than just these functions; it had many other terrifying effects unknown to others.

The emergence of this object was known only to the demon race and people like Baoshu. Others were baffled—what use was this thing?

"What are you shouting about? Haven't you seen the River Map? Shout again, and I'll kill you all!" The Divine Turtle crowed arrogantly.

The heroes were enraged. This damned little turtle dared to shout at them. They were furious and wanted to slay this accursed turtle!

"Hmph!" The demon snorted coldly, his eyes on the River Map, then falling on Yang Tian. A disdainful smile curled on his face.

"Kid, hand over the River Map?" The demon spoke calmly. Previously, he had wanted to take the River Map but knew it was sentient and had been waiting for an opportunity. Now, even a brat could pick it up.

If he could pick it up, why couldn't I?

"Tch, you little demon, you're dreaming if you think you can pick up the River Map," the Divine Turtle said contemptuously.

The demon's face instantly darkened. He struck like lightning, and his terrifying hand slapped over with a crack.

The Divine Turtle quickly retracted its head and limbs. At that moment, the huge hand slapped onto the turtle shell with a crack.

Under the utterly bewildered gazes of those around, they had expected the damned turtle to be smashed to pieces, but it remained completely still.

The demon's entire arm trembled violently. A piercing pain surged through his hand, and his face twitched uncontrollably as he barely suppressed a howl.

"Haha, how's that? Does it hurt?" The turtle's head shot out, a glint of schadenfreude in its eyes.

Yang Tian couldn't help but smack his lips. This turtle was too miraculous—it hadn't shattered. It was probably a special existence like the Strange Stone.