Several days later, at the bottom of Pingjiang river, the top of a turtle shell around thirty to forty meters long.
Chen Mu's right index finger touched the rough dark black surface of the turtle shell, as Mana wove into a Mustard Seed Talisman, slowly penetrating inside.
The next moment, a sudden enlightenment rose abruptly, and the Mana in his hand became smooth, as if a narrow clogged pipe had suddenly been cleared.
A black pattern instantly appeared on the turtle shell under his feet.
Moved by a thought, Chen Mu immediately looked inwardly at the Jade Seed.
Within the white misty Mana, the twenty-eight talismans belonging to the Mustard Seed Spell appeared at the same time.
Twenty-eight dark silver pearls, unlike usual, were not still, but were enveloped by some exotic force.
Like stars in the sky, revolving around a central point according to their own orbits, dragging dark silver radiance as they spun rapidly.
At the center, a strange twisting force emerged.
