My Father, the Chief Turtle Prime Minister of the East China Sea

As he is about to become a god, Ao Ce, the son of the Prime Minister of the Eastern Sea Turtles, travels back to Chengdu to shoulder the important task of reviving the Turtle clan. Ao Ce: Dad, does our clan have any natal skills? Prime Minister Turtle: My family's kung fu was learned from Nuwa, who became a saint through her merits. Therefore, my cultivation focuses on merit, with defense as the top priority. If I practice to the extreme, even a saint will be hard-pressed to kill me! Ao Ce: Domineering! Can you kill a saint? Prime Minister Turtle: No, at best, kill some loose immortals. In the prehistoric world, there were many killings, many races fell, and many immortals were reduced to ashes. Therefore, my family's spiritual practice is: when encountering a calamity, hiding in a turtle shell and remaining motionless, free from cause and effect, may be a slow process, but it is the best strategy. Ao Ce: Faced with the merits and virtues poured into the sky during the Conferred God Tribulation, you still don't move? Prime Minister Turtle: Not moving. Ao Ce: Faced with the countless merits and virtues poured into the sky during Journey to the West, you still don't move? Prime Minister Turtle: Not moving. Ao Ce: Faced with Agarwood's attempt to change the rules of heaven and spread its merits, why don't you move? Prime Minister Turtle: Not moving. Ao Ce: If you don't move, aren't you a bastard? Prime Minister Turtle: You are a bastard to begin with. .... Ten thousand years later, Ao Ce stood on the top of the Three Realms, looked at the saints of the Three Realms who fell in front of him, and murmured to himself: Dad, you are wrong, the best defense is offense. (This article is also: A tortoise's road to survival in the ancient times by cultivating immortality)