"This is the case in the real continent."

Sulu thought for a while, her eyes turned, and looked at the infinite void around her.

During this period, He often sent clones to explore around him, and combined with the information obtained from the real continent, he also gained some understanding of the infinite void.

The eighth level of spiritual world is infinitely vast, and even the Creator cannot find its end.

If the "Real Continent" is centered on it, there will be endless void around it.

The deeper you go to the void, the more dangerous you are and the easier it is to get lost.

A map of endless void can be sold at extremely high prices among the [creator] group of the real continent.

Of course, at the level of [Creator], they no longer trade with other currencies, but use the world's source power as general equivalents.

"In the infinite void that has been discovered, there are several places that can be called dangerous places, and occasionally the 'source' is born!"

Thinking of this, Sulu once again divided ten incarnations.

Many clones smiled mysteriously and began to merge with each other, and finally became a [creator] with a powerful aura!

"Well, even if you go to see Siya, you will not be discovered by Him. This is a clone that is equivalent to that of the original deity, and other [creator] cannot distinguish it, and they occupy the quota of ten incarnations at once."

Sulu waved his hand.

This special clone smiled at Him and entered the endless void.

...

Extensive, lonely...

Sulu clone moved forward in the infinite void, and as he got further and further away from the real continent, the fog around him became more and more hazy.

This is the characteristic of the eighth level of spiritual world, and once this mist gathers to a certain extent, even the [creator] will be lost.

"It's also interesting to explore the infinite mysteries...tracing the source of the mystery."

Sulu's inspiration was always out of the box, but no trace of the "source" was found.

Time didn't know how long it had passed, but He suddenly looked up.

Inspiration penetrated the fog and observed an extremely huge body.

It was a rich black between reality and illusion. It seemed that the whole body was composed of nameless black fog, and tentacles were constantly stretched out.

"The strange [creator]!"

He also "sees" Sulu, or uses his perception to make it more precise, and a spiritual fluctuation comes.

"My name is Sulu."

Sulu nodded slightly.

"I am the nameless black mist - Claymont! Are you going to go to the 'Black Sand River'? If so, we can join us." Claymont asked, showing some kindness.

Black Sha River!

This is a less dangerous area in the infinite void, and it can be regarded as a "secret realm", which once had "source" output.

"I don't have a clear destination, so let's go together!"

Sulu was actually a little wary of the lonely [creator], but he was just an incarnation, so he was casual.

"Come on, I'll take you there."

Claremont laughed loudly, and a trace of black mist turned into a tentacle-shaped step.

Sulu came to the black fog and watched the black fog under her seat swallowing the surrounding fog, and her heart was filled with tears.

"It seems you like to use human form."

Opposite Him, a ball of black liquid bulges, and human facial features appear on it. It is an incarnation of Claremont, and it has become a middle-aged human image with black hair and black eyes.

"Yes, habit." Sulu replied with a smile.

"You should be a humanoid creature... The [creator] in the eighth level of spiritual world is mainly divided into two categories, humanoid type, and non-human... Most non-human [creator] have not very good attitudes towards humanoid [creator], haha... Of course, I am an exception... because many of my friends are humanoid..."

Claremont is very talkative.

As the conversation between the two sides, the fog in front gradually dispersed, and a river flowing in the void appeared.

It came from and went to where it was, and only the black gravel-like river water flowed through this section.

The terrifying aura came, making Su Lu know that if he was an ordinary seventh-level god, he would probably be wiped out by black sand as long as he fell into the "river water". Even the [creator] should be treated with caution.

"Here, Heisha River."

Claremont sighed, and he also knew the identity of Sulu's newcomer and introduced: "This area is not very dangerous. As long as you don't soak in the river for too long, it will be fine. Those black sand are also a good material for [Creator]. Occasionally, some strange items will appear inside, probably those involved by the Black Sand River... The 'source' is the most rare type."

He put down Sulu and his whole body suddenly broke into the Black Sand River.

The nameless black mist is extremely large, like a giant beast in the starry sky.

But for this section of the river, it's nothing.

Hurry!

Sulu seemed to hear the sound of water flowing in his ears, and a large amount of black quicksand splashed out.

"Haha...I like here, occasionally using the sand here to polish the body..."

Claremont was cruising in the Black Sand River and looking at Sulu: "Are you coming?"

"I'll try!"

Sulu twisted some black quicksand, smiled, and entered the Black Sand Hanoi.

Hurry!

Countless tiny black sand is actually harder than a magical weapon, bombarding His body at a speed exceeding its limit.

‘The seventh-level god will be wiped out, and the ninth-level master will not be able to act easily, and will be swept away and gradually become worn out... It turns out that it is an area where only the [creator] can be active...’

Sulu put away some black gravel and immediately searched aimlessly in the wide river.

Although the Heisha River has only one section, the area is very large and it is not next to a big world.

And His inspiration was compressed again, and it was difficult to find something truly useful.

‘It is unlikely to find the ‘source’, but I hope to find some strange ores to create a weapon belonging to the [creator]…’

Sulu had a premonition that there would be no less disputes in this eighth spiritual world.

After all, it is the battlefield of [creator].

As for whether to take the "Lord Lord" route or the "Lonely Traveler" route, He has not yet decided.

Time passes.

When Sulu felt a little tired, He chose to return to the shore.

"Well... it's probably more than a hundred years. For the [Creator], the concept of time is a bit different... Is Claremont's 'too long' mean?

Sulu walked downstream, where Claremont was.

“Haha…Sulu.”

Claremont also returned to the shore: "Did you find what you want?"

"I want to find some strange ore and create a weapon." Sulu casually said his plans.

"If you need ore, I have a lot here, so I can give you a little cheaper..."

Claremont smiled.

At this moment, a strange aura spread.

Sulu and Claremont turned around at the same time and looked into the quicksand river.
Chapter completed!