I am a living immortal.

"Oh, tell me about it." Su Mu was still very curious. The Dream-Eating Tapir came to Yu Dynasty because of the Ghost Market, but he had more or less spies in other countries, so he was aware of any news.

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has further recovered, and those beings may have already shown signs of awakening. This year alone, there have been no fewer than three cases of suspected awakening of innate gods."

"But as you said, anyone who dares to show up will have a bad ending. The creatures of this era are not easy to mess with. Immortals, demons, gods and monsters, none of them are soft persimmons."

"Of these three cases, two were fairly standard. They fought several rounds with others, and both sides suffered losses."

Su Mu knew this was inevitable. With the exception of the Dream-Eating Tapir and the Mirage Dragon, which had suffered relatively minor losses, the majority had suffered significant damage during that catastrophe.

Of course, there were also beings like Yujiang who had been chopped into pieces. As for why, even after being chopped into pieces, Yujiang still looked down on acquired beings, it was because Yujiang at that time was suppressed by heaven and earth, and his strength was perhaps only one-third of his prime. It is also possible that the sword immortal might not have had it so easy.

So when they show up, they will inevitably be retaliated against.

The mirage dragon seemed to know what Su Mu was thinking and said, "One of them may be a little different."

"He encountered a demon."

"magic?"

"Yes, this demon is not simple. He has completely merged with an innate god."

"Fusion?" This time, not only Su Mu, but also Old Goat and Cao Chen looked over with an incredible look on their faces.

"what happened?"

"I knew you would react like this. Although it's unbelievable, and I don't know what that demon did, this is the fact—the demonic body merged with the divine body, the demonic soul stitched into the divine soul, becoming both divine and demonic, extremely bizarre."

"As the Dream-Eating Tapir said, this might be the will of both parties: one to become stronger, the other to better adapt to this world and thus gain the upper hand. The fusion of the two created a sea of ​​blood."

Mirage said, seemingly unsatisfied, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

The smoke quickly dragged everyone into the illusion created by the mirage dragon.

It was a crimson sea of ​​blood, its ebbs and flows emitting white bones and blood mist. The waves crashed, stirring up countless blood foams. The mirage dragon's illusion was very real, the smell of blood piercing my nostrils, accompanied by a stench of decay. The surroundings were engulfed in a sea of ​​blood, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The only difference is a whirlpool - a throne made of bones, and whispers of confession, like crying, laughing, shouting and screaming.

The soul cannot escape the sea of ​​blood, cannot enter reincarnation, and feels itself rotting and dying bit by bit.

"Can I go over and take a look?" Su Mu asked.

"Are you sure? Even if this is an illusion I created, it's basically the same as reality. If you approach rashly, you'll be noticed. That demon itself is no ordinary being. After merging with the innate god, its strength has reached a terrifying level."

"So strong?"

"Logically, he shouldn't be this powerful, but the fact is, he is that powerful. Several immortals have already perished in the raging sea of ​​blood. Of course, there are drawbacks, and that is that this god and demon cannot escape the realm of the sea of ​​blood."

Su Mu looked at the other person's expression and knew there was another "but".

"But the sea of ​​blood can expand."

Mirage Dragon sighed, "You are truly blessed."

"It's not a natural advantage, but there are always some special individuals born from a huge population." Su Mu's explanation comforted Shenlong. Come to think of it, it makes sense.

"Let's go and take a look."

"Do you really want to go? I guess no one will be able to eat after we go." said the old goat.

"Have you forgotten that we are now at the dining table?"

"Uh, thanks for the reminder, but it seems it's too late."

As the old goat finished speaking, they were already approaching the tower of bones. Many rotting undead continued to climb towards the top of the tower, some falling halfway and becoming the building materials of the tower of bones.

The old goat rolled his eyes. Su Mu was still so willful, and he didn't understand. It wasn't that he said it was too late; it was clearly Su Mu who wanted to go and take a look.

And far away, above the sea of ​​blood thousands of miles away.

Atop the bone throne, a strange figure opened his eyes. Ever since he and the innate god had melted into a sea of ​​blood, he'd been constantly being watched. He'd grown accustomed to it and ignored them.

But something seems different this time.

He felt the gaze coming from very close to him, right beside him.

He waved his hand, a flash of blood flashed by, and the sea of ​​blood was split in two - this was just a casual blow.

"Sir, since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail?"

"I just came to take a look, and it's really amazing to see it this way. How did you come up with this method?" Su Mu's voice came from the air.

Four phantoms were projected through the mirage dragon's phantom.

The strange figure narrowed his eyes and looked at the four uninvited guests - one was curious, one was inquisitive, one was timid, and one was cold.

"No need to look, our real bodies are not here. We were just chatting at the dinner table and suddenly talked about you, so we came over to take a look." The old goat's cold words made the figure frown even deeper.

From the other person's tone, it sounded as if he were merely a topic of conversation after dinner. The condescending tone made him uncomfortable. Even more uncomfortable was the thought that this "person" might be telling the truth, and that he seemed completely powerless to deal with them.

It's not just a matter of distance.

I couldn't even feel any trace, whether in terms of cause and effect or time and space, as if it had never existed.

But how could this be possible? The shadows of these four people had clearly appeared before him, so they should have left a trace. But strangely, there was none, not even a trace. Even the sight—he could sense it, but he couldn't find where it came from, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

This was also the reason why he hadn't taken action until now—because he had no idea where to start. There was only one possibility: one of these four was stronger than him, even much stronger; or all four were stronger than him.

Although he'd experienced some minor mental issues during his fusion with the deity, his basic cognition remained intact. He didn't dare act rashly, feeling like a monkey, exasperated yet helpless. He'd never imagined this day would come. Life truly was unpredictable. He knew he'd definitely encounter a powerful opponent, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

Look away, close your eyes—out of sight, out of mind. Look all you want, then just walk away. You can't afford to provoke me, and you can't provoke me.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.