Before long, Zhang Ling swam out of the sea and reached the shore, looking at the Xuan Turtle still lying on the beach. He pondered in his heart how to deal with this Xuan Turtle.
At this moment, the Xuan Turtle was still motionless, lying there as if unaware of anything. A thought couldn't help but arise in his mind.
If he were to deal with the Xuan Turtle right here and now, he could immediately obtain a complete desolate beast material at the Transformation stage.
Whether it was the beast's demon spirit or demon core, or the turtle shell and scales on its body, all were top-notch materials for refining treasures.
Such materials would be difficult even for old monsters at the Nascent Soul stage to obtain. He was able to coincidentally collect this beast's demon spirit and demon core, which was incredibly lucky.
After all, he had no chance of winning in a head-on fight. Even Nascent Soul cultivators would find it difficult to deal with a desolate beast of this strength. He was swallowed by this beast and luckily survived, truly a stroke of good fortune.
But then again, a living Xuan Turtle is more valuable than a dead one. If he could find a way to control this Xuan Turtle...
This thought, once it arose in Zhang Ling's mind, was hard to shake off.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly raised his hand, and a cyan-red round bead appeared. This was the Human Yuan Evil Pill. This treasure had been nurtured within the vines parasitizing his arm, considered another natal treasure of his.
With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, thin, hair-like vine threads emerged from the Evil Pill. In an instant, the treasure was covered with a layer of intertwined vine threads, turning into a ball of vines.
At the same time, he patted his chest and spat out a ball of essence blood, which merged into the pill. Immediately, a blood-colored light appeared on the Evil Pill, and all the vine threads were dyed cyan-red.
Go!
Zhang Ling said in a low voice, and the Evil Pill transformed into a cyan-red light sphere, instantly merging into the Xuan Turtle's body.
Awoo...
The Xuan Turtle seemed to react, hissing once, and its massive body trembled. However, after only a few slight tremors, it returned to stillness.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling shook his head. With a thought, the Evil Pill flew out again, but it was now covered with a thick layer of frost, and the dense vine threads that emerged were all frozen, losing their activity.
The spirituality of this treasure had also been somewhat damaged in this short period.
As soon as the Evil Pill entered the Xuan Turtle's body, it was repelled by the giant beast's spiritual power. Trying to control the beast in this way was not feasible.
Zhang Ling frowned, thinking for a moment, and realized a key point.
To control a living creature like this, one must plant a powerful curse within its body, like controlling a spirit beast.
However, his strength was lower than this Xuan Turtle's. Even if the Xuan Turtle didn't resist, its body's own spiritual power would automatically defend itself, causing the curse to fail.
This is why very few people can control adult demon beasts. Of course, it's even harder if the demon beast has a will to resist.
The same is true for desolate beasts. Although desolate beasts have lower intelligence due to being eroded by turbid Qi, desolate beasts of this strength still have a sense of instinctive resistance.
This instinctive consciousness is often purer and harder to erase.
Therefore, the usual method for controlling demon beasts is to capture their young, plant a curse before they develop self-awareness, and tame them over a long period of time.
Of course, there are also those who forcibly control them, but this usually relies on one's own strength being greater, generally at least one major level higher.
Moreover, forcibly controlling demon beasts is often not worth the cost. Many demon beasts are fiercely independent and will commit suicide, making the success rate pitifully low.
The Xuan Turtle before him, although its demon spirit had been taken away, did not have much self-awareness. However, its demon spirit had not been extinguished, but was only temporarily sealed within the Yin Soul Banner, which may be a major reason why this beast had not yet died.
Any harmful actions taken against this beast could be met with backlash.
Like now, forcibly merging the Evil Pill into the beast's body to control it resulted in the Evil Pill being frozen by the Xuan Turtle's backlash.
It seems he needs to find another method.
Looking at the unresponsive Xuan Turtle, Zhang Ling thought he should first collect the beast, and then, after leaving this place, whether to kill it or find another way to control it, he would have plenty of time to study it, so there was no need to rush.
However, the Xuan Turtle's body was so large, even in a prone state it was over a hundred zhang tall and a hundred zhang wide. Spirit beast bags couldn't hold it.
Even the storage bracelet he obtained not long ago, and the storage belt he had before, didn't have that much space inside.
If a storage bag could hold it, he would put the Xuan Turtle in without hesitation. Although storage bags couldn't hold living things, a desolate beast of this strength wouldn't be suffocated to death in a storage bag.
Temporary storage would not be a problem.
The biggest difference between storage bags and spirit beast bags is that storage bags are completely sealed, while spirit beast bags have a restriction similar to a vent.
Thinking this, Zhang Ling directly raised his hand and released a yellow spiritual light.
The spiritual light suddenly became longer and larger, forming a light curtain the size of a hundred zhang, directly covering the Xuan Turtle.
The yellow light curtain kept compressing, trying to use a secret method to shrink the Xuan Turtle's body, but after a moment, the Xuan Turtle shook a few times and emitted large patches of cold mist, instantly dispersing the light curtain.
This made Zhang Ling's face pale. Although the beast had no self-awareness, just this instinctive reaction gave him a headache. He feared that he could not take this enormous Xuan Turtle away by ordinary methods.
Suddenly, he thought of something. He rubbed his hands together, and the Yin-Yang Gourd appeared in his hand. The gourd spewed out a large amount of cyan and white Qi, instantly covering the Xuan Turtle's entire body.
The Xuan Turtle did not react much to this. Zhang Ling's face lit up with joy, it seemed this method was feasible.
The cyan and white Qi was not originally used for attacking. At the moment, he did not use any secret methods on the beast, but simply covered its body with this mass of spiritual power. As long as it did not sense any malice, the Xuan Turtle would not resist much.
With a slight thought, his divine sense controlled the cyan and white Qi, wrapping the Xuan Turtle and pulling it towards the Yin-Yang Gourd. But then, Zhang Ling's face turned even paler, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his face.
A full seven or eight breaths later, Zhang Ling's face was covered with sweat, but fortunately the Xuan Turtle shook a few times at this moment, gradually flying off the ground. He quickly increased the intensity of his divine sense control. After a moment, the Xuan Turtle turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the gourd.
Zhang Ling then chuckled and wiped the cold sweat from his face.
Although the beast did not resist, its body was so large that collecting it was not easy. The consumption of divine sense coverage alone was considerable. Moreover, his injuries had not yet recovered. He was finally able to collect the beast with great difficulty.
Sensing the Xuan Turtle in the Yin-Yang Gourd, the beast was quietly staying inside without much reaction, which reassured him somewhat.
And the beast's huge body had already occupied seventy to eighty percent of the gourd's internal space. Although the Yin-Yang Gourd had an internal space, it was not large.
At the same time, Zhang Ling sensed that the weight of the gourd had increased by one or two times. He couldn't help but smile, secretly thinking that the beast had actually affected the weight of the gourd.
This made him somewhat surprised and doubtful. It seemed that there was a limit to what the Yin-Yang Gourd could collect. If the beast were any larger, he feared that he would not be able to collect it.
Zhang Ling closed his eyes and rested for a moment, recovering his spirit, and then flew towards the sea, intending to cross the seabed and leave this place.
But before leaving, he looked at the phantoms floating in the sky. These images, indistinguishable as illusions or real phantoms, were still swirling in the sky, now floating overhead, much closer to his current location.
