Uncle Gu Luo's entire dragon face was beaming with happiness. The dragon horns shimmered brightly, and he cocked his head to look at the entrance to the Sealed Emperor Great World, his two dragon whiskers provokingly twitching.
An envious, cold snort came from outside. This little turtle had been cared for by Luo all along, and naturally, Luo took on most of the guidance and care.
The dozen or so little turtles he had looked after none had reached the stage where they needed to cross the Heavenly Catastrophe—in fact, for tens of thousands of years, aside from the ancestors, the three-headed dragon turtles who were no longer managing affairs, the remaining four dragon turtles had been doing this work continuously.
Silently watching the little turtles embark on the path of the dragon turtle, progressing, perishing, time and again filled with hope, only to be met with disappointment and retracting his gaze.
