I am a living immortal.

No one dared approach that area, a vacuum forming a true no-go zone for life. Ao Qing's last resort was the Weak Water, a forbidden water said to be capable of swallowing even the stars. It lacked buoyancy and was impassable. Once caught in it, even feathers and grass would sink, and even birds and immortals struggled to cross.

It can trap time and space, and even converge light.

At this moment, the forbidden water erupted beside Tian Wu, completely enveloping him in a torrent of water. Now, Tian Wu could only dissipate this force; there was no other way. The peak of power was only just beginning to manifest itself at this moment, escaping time and defying gravity.

Use your body to withstand this boundless damage.

But even for Tian Wu, a hollow appeared in his chest in an instant, and golden blood flowed uncontrollably into the Weak Water. This was a long process of resistance. This time, he had truly capsized in the ditch. If the loss of his head had caused him heartache and anger, these emotions had long since disappeared. It wasn't that he wasn't angry, but that the anger had completely left him.

Others might not be aware of the terrifying power of Weak Water, but he did. As the ancestor of water, there weren't many "waters" in the world he couldn't control, but this Weak Water was one of them, and its terror surpassed even that of other true waters. Such divine water, originating from the Nine Heavens and descending into the Nine Netherworlds, had unexpectedly appeared here. Even in ancient times, this was a divine object.

At this moment, Tian Wu's timeline was twisted into a knot. Within the weak waters, there was no beginning, no end, no present, no future. Concepts were collapsing, his mind was being pulled apart. He felt like he had been thrown into a tranquil vortex.

It was very uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do, I could only control my body shape as much as possible.

It was his own fault that he had ended up like this. Pride was the original sin. He should have been on guard the moment he lost his head. It was this loss that left him flawed, imperfect. It was this flaw that required him to exert a hundred times more strength just to maintain his balance in the Weak Water.

A hundred years in the Weak Water is just a moment in the outside world.

When the surging weak waters vanished, only a terrifying, disheveled figure remained. The bad news was that Tian Wu had survived, surprisingly surviving such an attack. The good news was that a large portion of Tian Wu's body had vanished, his aura like a candle in the wind. Although it was gradually recovering, it was a world away from his initial arrogance.

"You... have such good tricks... I really underestimated you." A hoarse voice reached everyone's ears.

The others didn't waste time talking to him. They attacked him before he even finished speaking, bombarding him, making his already broken body even more broken, and also delaying his recovery process.

Never before has such a supreme being been made so miserable by a group of creatures weaker than him.

This wouldn't happen even in a battle of the same level.

In reality, this outcome was already foreseeable. Humanity, this mad dog, would treat every innate god who descended into the world equally, but Tian Wu, as the pinnacle of existence, was too confident and arrogant.

This was indeed the case. Even in his weakened state, having just returned, he faced the constant elbowing from humans, remaining calm and treating the dragon race as if they were all creatures. And the only two serious injuries he suffered weren't caused by the dragon race itself. One was due to facing a force of equal strength, and the other was the effect of his innate divine object.

But no matter what, as the initiator of the war, the Dragon Clan had done their best. They had done everything they could, and only achieved such a dazzling victory while sacrificing themselves and fearlessly.

Tian Wu endured the dragon's attacks, feeling overwhelmed. He had exhausted all possible means to resist the Weak Water. Although it seemed like only a moment in reality, he actually spent hundreds of years floating in the Weak Water before finally escaping.

This is why he could only use his insignificant body to withstand the attack.

Even so, the dragon's damage to him was still not that great. But since he was seriously injured, this small amount of damage could be fatal if it continued to accumulate.

A healthy person wouldn't feel much when subjected to a playful attack. But a severely injured and dying person could be killed by even the slightest touch. Tian Wu was currently in such a state.

Stealing chickens will not lose rice.

"What are you waiting for?!" Tian Wu didn't really want to do this, but facing the threat of death, he had no choice but to seek help. This was both a plea for help and a sign of weakness. If he reclaimed control of all the water veins, his status would be equal to Di Jun's.

However, he failed. Not only did he fail, he almost lost himself and had to rely on other innate gods to rescue him.

As soon as these words were spoken, a sigh was heard from the sky.

This voice caused everyone present to change expression drastically. Their worst fears had finally come to pass. Whether it meant losing power or winning, this war was precisely the trigger the innate gods were using to launch an all-out war.

At such an awkward time point that is so different from the prediction.

Everyone, including the innate gods, predicted that this war would take decades to break out. After all, while the world had recovered somewhat, it was still not fully recovered. And while waiting for full recovery, the innate gods would be at their strongest.

However, what everyone did not expect was that the innate gods did not seem to want to start a war at their peak as expected, which caught the entire world off guard.

It also disrupted all plans.

This was exactly what Emperor Jun needed. Although the Xiantian Gods would be at their peak at that time, the creatures of this world were already prepared to cope. From the Heavenly Emperor and the Saint Lord above time, it could be seen that the creatures of this era were already somewhat supermodels.

It was already extremely difficult for him to hold back two top players by himself. He would not sit idly by and watch a few more of them join the enemy camp.

After all, from his observations of the world, if another hundred years passed, perhaps even a few more would appear. Among the demons, there was the old goat. Among the innate gods, there was the mirage dragon, but this one was the opposite. Among the immortals, not to mention Su Mu, who vanished without a trace, there was also a hidden immortal lurking within the world, with no trace revealed to this day. Of the dragons, Ao Qing was undoubtedly the most likely to emerge, provided he completely controlled the Weak Water. And there was a celestial demon hidden within the inner lake of all living beings, transforming into a living being and consuming the world with his demonic power.