"Supreme Qingtian, just what is your background?"
Doumu Primordial Lord couldn't hold back and stretched her head out from the thick fog atop the mountain.
She still maintained a humanoid form, her boneless waist entwined around the mountain. Her skin exuded an inexplicable, greasy sheen, constantly secreting a syrupy fluid that stirred unsettling feelings in the hearts of those who saw it.
Li Mo had a faint impression of Doumu Primordial Lord. He had once overheard loose cultivators at a port gossiping about her; many mortals would visit the Doumu Temple to pray for a child.
Of course, Doumu Primordial Lord's renown didn't compare to that of the Blessed Earth Immortal.
As a Land God, Blessed Earth Immortal's mud sculptures were seen in most villages, showcasing how the No-Life Sect had spread across various regions of the Cultivation World.
