Gray, murky chaos mist swallowed the view. A giant turtle, a hundred thousand zhang long, drifted in an ocean that devoured all things.
Gonggong angrily rammed Buzhou Mountain, breaking the pillar of heaven. Nuwa smelted stones to mend the sky, but broke the limbs of the divine turtle.
Luckily, I’m a turtle, not a softshell turtle. Staying hidden in the North Sea is the only way to stay alive.
