The daoist took out numerous shells from ancient times. Barely discernible cracks were there. Perhaps they were larger once but due to continuous rubbing and polishing, they nearly became flat.

The texture resembled metal instead of a regular turtle shell. Each seemed to be immensely heavy. A weaker cultivator would break their hands if they tried to catch one.

Tiny dao lines wove together like threads inside the shells but in reality, they were still independent of each other and didn’t actually touch. This seemed...