Wanjie: Only I Time Travel Comprehensive Comic

Near Turtle Island.

On the sea, the sun was high in the sky, and the sea level was dyed brilliantly with golden light.

The hot wind blew by, bringing with it the low roar of waves, as if playing the last wail for a life that was about to disappear in the depths of the sea.

Master Roshi sat quietly on the shell of the "turtle".

Turtle is his old friend and the name of the turtle under him.

The two have been together for hundreds of years, and Master Roshi has always called him "Sea Turtle" and "Sea Turtle", and the two have long been used to it.

The fishing rod in Master Roshi's hand dropped into the sea, the line was trembling slightly, as if a fish had been hooked.

No take-off.

The turtle's exposed head turned slightly and looked back at Master Roshi.

Master Roshi's expression was calm, as if everything was normal, but in fact, he had no intention of fishing anymore.

The sea breeze blew across his shiny head, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes behind his sunglasses. His whole aura seemed to merge with the silent sea.

No one...even if there were people around, no one could tell Master Roshi’s inner emotions. He was always so relaxed and at ease.

"Buzz..."

The fishing line trembled slightly again.

Master Roshi did not move, still maintaining the same posture, as if he was completely unaware of anything.

He looked quietly into the distance through his sunglasses.

It seems to be looking at the end of the sea.

Only the turtles know that Master Roshi's thoughts have penetrated more than a thousand meters deep into the seabed and reached several thousand meters below the seabed - there is the turtle's father, another old turtle friend of Master Roshi - the old turtle.

"Old turtle...it's almost time for you to leave..."

After saying this, Master Roshi shook his head and sighed silently in his heart.

The old turtle has no idea how many years he has lived, but now his life has come to an end. Thousands of meters under the sea, he is quietly waiting for the natural end of his life.

The sea turtle silently carried Master Kame floating on the water, and accompanied Master Kame as loyally as always.

It didn't speak or make any sound.

He glanced at Master Roshi twice, and only his old eyes could see a flash of fluctuation.

"Whoosh..."

A light breeze suddenly blew over the sea, bringing a slight chill.

Master Roshi reached out and touched his bald head. The fishing rod in his hand trembled slightly, but he ignored it.

"If it's Du Ming, he probably won't get to see the old turtle for the last time..."

Master Roshi is not very sure.

After all, it is extremely difficult to go so deep into the seabed, in an oxygen-free and high-pressure environment, in a deep sea area where you can't see your hand in front of you and even your own existence is difficult to perceive, to search for an old turtle that is like a dead shell.

Calculate the time.

Master Roshi knew that the old turtle was already on his last legs and could breathe his last breath at any time.

Even the most powerful masters can sense that the old turtle's energy is currently not as strong as that of a shrimp.

To discover an old turtle is truly a miracle.

Therefore, Master Roshi specifically asked Du Ming to hold the cup of cold drink in his hand and let the old turtle drink a sip himself.

There are cold drinks and paper cups...the reason behind this is not to make things more difficult for Du Ming.

But it gave Du Ming a reason to give up.

As Du Ming continues to go deeper into the deep sea, his physical and mental pressure will increase dramatically.

If he stayed in that kind of environment forever, perhaps Du Ming's heart would become empty and confused, and he would even lose the thought of "needing to return to the sea surface".

At that time, when the paper cup was crushed into thin sheets by the water pressure, Du Ming would think: There is no way, oh, I should go back first.

In this way, Du Ming can return safely.

Master Roshi feels very sorry for his disciple.

"According to the time, Du Ming should have dived to about a thousand meters?"

Master Roshi's eyes peered through his sunglasses, his expression calm as usual.

But what was rare was that he didn't have any strange magazines in his hands today.

… …

Two thousand meters below the sea.

It was much deeper than Master Roshi had imagined.

Even though Du Ming had slowed down a lot, he had already reached a place two thousand meters underwater.

There is no light at all in a place like this.

Du Ming's eyes, as an ordinary person's, are not magic eyes, nor do they have any special functions. He has no night vision ability, so naturally he can't see anything clearly.

Only some creatures that glow from time to time can let Du Ming know that he is not alone.

Therefore, Du Ming acted almost entirely based on his perception of Qi.

"My body is strong enough and can adapt to various extreme environments, but..."

Du Ming muttered to himself: "I should upgrade my eyes someday. Not to mention Geass, perspective, illusion, analysis, and comprehension, I still need night vision."

After a trip to the deep sea, Du Ming discovered that among his six senses, the sixth sense was still pretty good.

But the other five senses are somewhat inferior to the sixth sense.

Having a strong sixth sense certainly has its advantages.

But this does not mean you will become dependent on it.

The five senses also need to be developed in a balanced manner.

"By the way, this old turtle is a bit hard to find~~"

Du Ming sighed.

Listen to what Master Roshi has to say.

This old turtle is most likely lying somewhere, staying quietly and motionless.

Du Ming speculated that, judging from the "static" state of the "turtle", the old turtle's aura must be particularly difficult to perceive.

"According to my guess, the aura of an old turtle would be particularly quiet, subtle, and old... in other words, lifeless."

Du Ming wandered around the nearby sea area but couldn't find the old turtle.

There is a quiet atmosphere.

Has an old-fashioned air.

There is a dead air.

There is a spirit as small as an ant.

But when it comes to these energies, Du Ming still feels a little lacking.

For most of the auras, Du Ming didn't even need to get close to know that they were definitely not old turtles.

As for some others, Du Ming looked closer and found that they were not.

There were two huge ones among them, which surprised Du Ming.

One is a squid, more than 20 meters long, which may be the so-called giant squid.

One was a whale with a body length of nearly 10 meters. According to Du Ming's impression, it seemed to be a species called a killer whale.

Whether it was a squid or a whale, when Du Ming discovered them, they were lying quietly and motionless on the sea sand.

Even when Du Ming's hands touched their bodies, they still did not move.

It was obvious that the two sea creatures were only breathing their last breath, so Du Ming could sense their last breath of old age and death.

Shaking his head, Du Ming touched the surface of the giant squid, slowly walked across the sand on the seabed, and continued forward.

Beneath the darkness, darkness shrouded the black sea.

Du Ming was calm.

He is now promising.

Thinking back to when he first entered the Dragon Ball world to learn about Chi.

He ran with his eyes closed in the indoor playground. The fear that arose from the darkness almost knocked him down, making him unable to move forward.

Up to now.

2000 meters below the sea in endless darkness.

He was already able to calmly touch the so-called "giant sea monster" of 20 meters without changing his expression.

Is it because of his improved strength that he no longer cares about these things, or is it because of his improved state of mind that he is no longer afraid?

"All of them."

Du Ming sighed and continued looking for the old turtle.

An idea suddenly occurred to him.

"Will the old turtle be the same as this giant squid..."

Only one last breath left?

As this thought flashed through his mind, Du Ming suddenly realized.

In the northwest direction of the sea, there is an aura that is as old as a dead tree, as small as a shrimp, and as quiet as ink.

He paused, and the hand holding the paper cup almost broke it.

Then, he swam in that direction along the sea sand.