As the toad poison beast gradually fell into the depths of the Blessed Land Cave Heaven, the air grew heavier, and that greasy stench became even more overpowering.
Li Mo tried to send a thought to communicate with the outside world, but it was as if he were trapped in an independent space; the spirit talisman for communication could only cover a distance of one kilometer.
"Could it really be the No-Life Mother? Her corpse after death has managed to form a small world…"
His heart was still filled with doubt.
The Twelve Immortals were figures from ten thousand years ago, and the No-Life Mother should be even older; why, then, has the Creation Book not provided any feedback?
"Step by step, let's see what's ahead. The No-Life Sect has always been riddled with strangeness."
Li Mo had already questioned Luo Kai about this.
