Transcendent Dawn

"The real continent is like this."

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

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

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

If the 'True Continent' is the center, the surroundings will be endless void.

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

A map of endless void can be sold at a very high price among the [creator] group of the real continent.

Of course, at the level of the [Creator], they no longer use other currencies for transactions, but use the world's 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 'sources' are born!"

Thinking of this, Sulu separated ten incarnations again.

Many avatars smiled secretly, began to merge with each other, and finally turned into a powerful [Creator]!

"Well, even if you go to see Siya, you won't be noticed by him. This is an avatar whose combat power is equivalent to the real deity, and other [creator] can't distinguish it. It immediately occupies the quota of ten avatars."

Sulu waved his hand.

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

...

Vast, lonely...

Sulu's avatar moved forward in the infinite void, and as it got farther and farther away from the real continent, the surrounding fog became more and more hazy.

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

"Exploring the endless mysteries... tracing the source of the mystery... is also very interesting."

Sulu's inspiration has always been released, but there is no trace of the 'source'.

I don't know how long the time has passed,

He looked up suddenly.

Inspiration penetrated the fog and observed an extremely large body.

It was a kind of rich black between reality and illusion, as if the whole body was composed of nameless black mist, constantly stretching out tentacles.

"Unfamiliar 【Creator】!"

He also 'saw' Sulu, or to be more precise with perception, there was a mental wave.

"My name is Sulu."

Sulu nodded slightly.

"I'm the nameless black mist—Claremont! Are you going to the 'Black Sand River'? If so, we can go together." Clairemont 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', where there used to be 'source' output.

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

For the lone [Creator], Sulu was actually a little wary, but he was just an incarnation, so he was free.

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

Claremont laughed out loud, and a strand of black mist turned into a tentacle-shaped staircase.

Sulu came to the top of the black mist, and watched the black mist under his seat continue to swallow the surrounding mist, and his heart trembled.

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

Opposite him, a mass of black liquid protrudes, with human facial features appearing on it. It is an incarnation of Claremont, which has become a middle-aged human image with black hair and black pupils.

"Yes, I'm used to it." Sulu replied with a smile.

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

Claremont is very talkative.

While the two sides were talking, the fog in front gradually dispersed, revealing a river flowing in the void.

It doesn't know where it came from and where it's going, only the river water like black gravel flows through this section of the river.

The horrible breath came, making Sulu know that if it is an ordinary seventh-level god, it is afraid that as long as it falls into the'river water', it will be wiped away by the black sand and gravel. Even the "Creator" must be careful.

"Here we are, Heishahe."

Claremont let out a sigh of emotion, and he also knew Sulu's newcomer status, and introduced: "This area is not very dangerous, as long as it is not soaked in the river for too long, it will be fine, those black sands, for the [Creator] It is also a good material, and occasionally there are some strange items in it, probably drawn in by the Heisha River...'source' is the rarest type."

He put Sulu down, and his whole body suddenly broke into the Heisha River.

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

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

Crash!

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

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

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

"Let me try!"

Sulu twisted some black quicksand, smiled, and also entered the black sand river.

Crash!

Countless fine black sand, actually harder than the artifact, bombarded his body at a speed exceeding the limit.

'The seventh-level gods will be wiped out, and the ninth-level 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...'

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

Although there is only one section of the Heisha River, the area is very vast, no less than a big world.

And his inspiration has been compressed again, making it difficult to find something that is 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]...'

Sulu had a hunch that there would be many disputes in this eighth-level spiritual world.

After all, it is the [Creator]'s battlefield.

As for whether to take the route of 'World Master' or 'Lone Traveler', he hasn't decided yet.

time flies.

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

"Hmm... probably more than a hundred years. For the [Creator], the concept of time is a little different... Claremont's 'too long', is that what it means?"

Sulu walked downstream to where Claremont was.

"Haha...Sulu."

Claremont also returned to the shore: "Have you found what you want?"

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

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

Claremont smiled.

At this moment, a strange breath spread.

Sulu and Claremont turned around at the same time, looking into the quicksand river.

There, a glimmering blue light suddenly emerged!