Sometime later, if a Hegemony Capability from the Outer Realms really tears through the great curtain and storms in, the old turtle Ancestor might not be affected, but his fate as a small turtle was uncertain.
Employing various tactics, the two crossed a great river and overcame several large mountains, fleeing two thousand miles and avoiding several squads of Outer Realm Cultivators and Spirit Boats that howled past. They finally reached a canyon two thousand miles away and could only see a few bowl-shaped ribbons of Spiritual Light in the distant sky, like scars of heaven, slowly healing and dissipating.
At this point, both heaved a deep sigh of relief, and sprawled out on the grass in the mountains, taking deep breaths of the moist air and fragrant grasses from the mountain streams. They felt refreshed, as if a heavy burden had lifted, and completely relaxed.
