After half a day of rest, Li Mo tirelessly opened the Creation Book.
As soon as his consciousness activated the Substitute Dao Page, the sound of blood dripping echoed in his ears, followed by the sight of the low-grade spiritual treasure Doulu Tripod appearing before him.
"I'll have to experience the No-Life Mother's incubation again. Truly eerie."
The corpses of the Twelve Immortals hung inside the tripod, all grotesquely bloated and decayed like giant effigies.
Li Mo could still hear the faint, murmured chants of Buddhist sect monks outside the tripod. Their thunderous scripture recitations caused the Doulu Tripod to tremble slightly.
As the blood water accumulated to a certain level, a fetus emerged within the pool.
[No-Life Mother, Body of Creation]
The No-Life Mother's body appeared slightly deformed. Though its spiritual wisdom was low, its comprehension was astonishing, its aura resembling that of an exiled immortal, digesting the scripture chants of the monks.
