MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 841 Heisha River

"This is the situation on the real continent."

Thulhu thought for a while, turned his eyes, and looked at the infinite void around him.

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

The eighth level of the spiritual world is so vast that even the [Creator] cannot find its end.

If the ‘True Continent’ is the center, there will be endless voids all around.

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

An endless map of the void can be sold at a very high price among the [Creator] groups on the real continent.

Of course, at the level of the [Creator], they no longer trade in other currencies, but take the world source power as the general equivalent.

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

Thinking of this, Thulhu once again separated ten incarnations.

Many clones smiled secretly, began to merge with each other, and finally became a powerful [Creator]!

"Well, even if you go to see Siya, you won't be noticed by him. This is a clone whose combat power is equivalent to that of the deity, and other [Creator] can't distinguish it. It occupies the quota of ten incarnations at once."

Thulhu waved.

This special avatar smiled at him and entered the endless void.

...

Vastness, loneliness...

The avatar of Thulhu advances in the infinite void, and as the distance from the real continent gets farther and farther, the surrounding fog becomes more and more hazy.

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

"Exploring the infinite mystery... tracing the source of the mystery... It's also very interesting."

The inspiration of Thulhu was always released, but no trace of the ‘source’ was found.

Time does not know how long it has passed, and he suddenly raised his head.

Inspiration penetrated the fog and observed an extremely large body.

It was a kind of rich black between reality and illusion. It seemed that the entire body was composed of nameless black mist, and its tentacles were constantly stretched out.

"Unfamiliar [Creator]!"

He also ‘saw’ Thulhu, or used his perception to be more precise, and there was a mental fluctuation.

"My name is Thulhu."

Thulhu nods slightly.

"I'm the nameless black mist—Cremont! Are you going to the'Heisha River'? If so, we can be together." Cremont asked, showing some kindness.

Heisha River!

This is a less dangerous area in the Infinite Void, and it can also be regarded as a ‘secret realm’, in which there used to be a ‘source’ output.

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

For the solo [Creator], Thulhu is actually a little wary, but I am just an incarnation, so I am casual.

"Come on, I'll take you a ride."

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

Thulhu came to the black mist, watching the black mist under the seat continuously swallowing the surrounding mist, and my heart stunned.

"It seems that you like to use a human form."

Opposite him, a mass of black liquor swelled up, and human facial features appeared on it. It was an incarnation of Claremont, turned into a middle-aged human image with black hair and black eyes.

"Yes, habit." Thulhu answered with a smile.

"You should be a humanoid creature... The [creator] in the eighth level of the spirit world is mainly divided into two categories, humanoid and non-human... Most non-human [creator] has a bad attitude towards humanoid [creator] , Haha...Of course, I am an exception...because many of my friends are humanoids..."

Claremont is very talkative.

In the discussion between the two sides, the fog in front gradually dispersed, revealing a river flowing in the void.

It didn't know where it came from or where it was going. Only black gravel-like river water flowed through this section of the river.

The breath of horror came, letting Thulhu know that if it is an ordinary seventh-order god, as long as it falls into the'river water', it will be wiped out by the black gravel. Even the [Creator] must be treated with care.

"Here, Heisha River."

Claremont sighed. He also knew the identity of the newcomer to Thulhu and introduced: "This area is not very dangerous. As long as you don’t soak in the river for too long, it’s okay. The black sand is right. ] It is also a good material, occasionally there will be some strange items in it, probably involved in the Heisha River...'Source' is the rarest category."

He put down Thulhu, and his whole body suddenly broke into the black sand river.

Wuming Hei Mist's body is huge, just like a behemoth in the starry sky.

But for this section of the river, it is nothing.

Wow!

Thulhu seemed to hear the sound of water flowing, and a large amount of black quicksand splashed out.

"Haha...I like it here, and occasionally use the sand here to polish my body..."

Claremont was cruising in the Heisha Hanoi, looking at Thulhu: "Are you coming?"

"Let me try!"

Thulhu twisted some black quicksand, smiled, and also entered the black sand Hanoi.

Wow!

Countless small black sands were actually harder than the artifact, and bombarded his body at a speed exceeding the limit.

‘The seventh-tier gods will be wiped out, and the ninth-tier masters will not be able to move easily. They will be swept away and gradually fade away... It really is an area where only the [Creator] can be active...’

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

Although there is only one section of Heisha River, the area is very large and it is not a big world.

And his inspiration is compressed again, it is difficult to find something really useful.

‘It’s impossible to find the ‘source’, but I hope to find some strange ores and create a weapon that belongs to the [Creator]...’

Thulhu has a foreboding that in this eighth spiritual world, there will be no less disputes.

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

As for whether to follow the ‘Lord of the Realm’ route or the ‘Lone Traveler’ route, He hadn’t decided yet.

time flies.

When Thulhu felt a little tired, he chose to return to the shore.

"Well... it's probably more than a hundred years~www.novelbuddy.com~ For the [Creator], the concept of time is a little different... Does Claremont's "too long" actually mean this?"

Thulhu went downstream, where Claremont was.

"Haha...Thulhu."

Claremont also returned to shore: "Find what you want?"

"I want to find some strange ores and build a weapon." Thulhu casually said his plan.

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

Claremont smiled.

At this moment, a strange breath spread.

Thulhu turned around at the same time as Claremont and looked into the quicksand river.

There, a little shining blue light suddenly appeared!