Futile Solutions
However, the problem Leon mentioned was not a problem for the Black Turtle God Beast at all.
'You don't have to worry about that. Give this Old Turtle a moment.'
'What are you planning to do, Senior?'
The Black Turtle God Beast did not answer Leon's question, but he shortly felt the seafloor begin to shake like an earthquake before more blood essence oozed out from the gaps in the nine Godly Divine Needles.
'Senior, you… If you do this, you will suffer,' Leon said with surprise.
He did not expect the Black Turtle God Beast to move forcefully to bleed a bit more just to aid him in his cultivation.
'This Old Turtle has been sealed down here with these nine Godly Divine Needles impaled in my body so many years; this little bit of pain is nothing,' the Black Turtle God Beast said.
Meanwhile, Luna had been secretly spying on their interaction through her share of the omniscient ability as the other half of the realm spirit.