The Dragon Turtle set off. Rumbling sounds rolled across the void. Spatial cracks appeared between heaven and earth, and the sound of sad bellowing that came from the Dragon Turtle seemed to draw tears from the others as well.
Even sadder was the Divine Requiem. Upon the immense body of the Dragon Turtle, that city of ruin formed a field dominated by the music of the Great Path. All the cultivators were trapped within it, including those who had survived the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path. They, too, were mired in the sorrowful mood of the Divine Requiem, falling into sadness so absolute that they were unable to escape by themselves.
