Above the vast tomb, Chen Mu's figure appeared, suspended in the sky, walking slowly forward.
Every step you take crosses a vast distance.
Now that he has cultivated into the Yang God, when he comes to this netherworld, he finally no longer has the same feeling as before, an ant facing the vast sky.
Chen Mu fell down in one step and landed on the grave soil, then slowly leaned down and picked up a handful of grave soil.
In the past, even if he had systematic protection, he would not dare to directly contact the grave soil and the world of the netherworld, but now he can feel that although the aura of the grave soil is terrifying, it is not as terrifying as before.
"This grave soil..."
Chen Mu carefully looked at the grave soil in his palm and murmured.
In the past, he could not see clearly what was contained in the grave soil, but now he could see clearly. Although the grave soil looked like grave soil on the surface, its essence seemed to be the accumulation of countless obsessions and resentments.
The undead souls on the graves, after lingering for countless years, can no longer maintain their form even with their obsessions. Most of their bodies will collapse and then scatter into handfuls of grave soil, falling into the netherworld.
The vast and vast graveyard of the Netherworld is made up of accumulated obsessions and resentments.
"A grain of dust is just a wave of resentment, and a handful of grave soil is the accumulation of countless resentments and obsessions. Indeed, even to True Monarch Nascent Soul, they are extremely poisonous, and can kill them in an instant.
Corroding their souls."
"Only when you have reached the level of the Yang God, with your heart and soul pure and pure, and immune to all evil, can you ignore such grave soil."
Chen Mu looked at the handful of grave soil in his hand and whispered.
Just the resentment and obsession accumulated in this handful of grave soil has exceeded all the resentment and obsession he has resolved so far. It can be seen how terrifying such grave soil is, and it is enough to easily bury the True Monarch Nascent Soul.
Without the protection of the system, even if he just flew over the grave without direct contact, he would probably be eroded. Only now can he be considered completely unharmed.
The vast darkness.
The area he leaped over alone was hundreds of millions of miles away, and the tombs were endless. It was hard to imagine how many obsessions and resentments were absorbed into this netherworld and transformed into endless years.
Make grave soil.
Now Chen Mu has been able to confirm that not only is the Netherworld not a deeper world in the spiritual world, it cannot even be a world in the boundary river. The level of its world far exceeds that of the mysterious spiritual world.
even.
Chen Mu could conclude that even in other worlds in the boundary river, people who died with resentment could still have their resentment fall into this netherworld.
The source of the boundless grave soil in the netherworld is probably the endless world in the boundary river, accumulated bit by bit in endless years that lasted to tens of millions or trillions.
Chen Mu took a deep breath and gently let go, and the grave soil slipped silently from his palm.
He took steps on the grave, and after walking a few steps, he crossed a long distance and came close to the black bloodstain that he had been tracing back to its source, but just one look at it made his heart palpitate.
Chen Mu slowly squatted down, tentatively trying to reach out to touch the black blood, but when he reached halfway, he stopped again and looked at the black blood solemnly.
"This is……"
A long time ago, he knew that this black blood was an extremely terrifying thing.
Later, after he received the inheritance of the ancient mantra from the intersection of black blood, he roughly guessed that this black blood might be the terrifying being flowing across the galaxy in the picture.
"Mighty one, no, this is far beyond the level of almighty..."
Chen Mu murmured in his heart.
Although he has never actually seen the powerful person refining the void, he has only seen the powerful person's actions in some past scenes, but through many traces such as Tianyuan, he can barely guess the power of the powerful person.
A powerful person can destroy a world, a world as magnificent as the Xuanling World.
But it is obviously impossible to say that the blood flowing through it can penetrate the vast grave soil, even the terrifying accumulation of resentment and obsession in the grave soil cannot erode it, and the blood flow is so far away and huge.
The realm of this black-blooded master is undoubtedly above that of the great master of void refining.
Chen Mu could feel it.
If the black blood flowing on the earth has never dried up, then a random drop of it may have power that is not inferior to his current power, comparable to that of a Yang God Heavenly Lord.
Even though it has dried up now, there is still a terrifying and oppressive power, gathered together, even if there is systematic protection, and even if he has reached the Yangshen realm, Chen Mu is not willing to risk touching it.
A drop of blood can be compared to a sun god.
No matter how powerful the Void Refining Power is, it cannot reach such heights.
According to Chen Mu's current judgment, the other party may be the one who truly stands at the top of the infinite world, the apex of humanity, and dominates the boundless river and infinite world.
only……
Such a being can actually be injured and bleed.
Even judging from the dried blood, the other party may have died.
What kind of crisis could cause such a lofty and almost domineering existence to fall?
Chen Mu thought for a while and finally shook his head.
He shouldn't think about such things. It may not be a good thing to truly know the answer. After all, with his current state, he can already do it. Any living being in the Xuanling World who chants his true name will be perceived by him.
When it reaches the level of great power in refining the void, perhaps someone in the boundary river can sense it even if it is recited.
Not to mention such a high-level existence as the master of black blood.
I am afraid that despite being separated by infinite planes and infinite worlds, as long as I think of its name and existence, it may attract the other party's attention. This is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous thing.
Chen Mu slowly stood up, floated into the air again, then looked into the distance, and then his thoughts moved.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the whole person left a slight ripple mark in the void and disappeared in place.
At the level of the Yang God, even in this Netherworld, he is unable to travel through space, and due to the oppression, his flying speed is much slower than in the Xuanling Realm. His flying speed in this Netherworld is also far higher than before by an unknown number of times.
.
At this speed, tens of millions of miles fly by.
It didn't take long.
Another branch of black blood appeared in front of Chen Mu.
Two black bloodstains extended from the boundless grave soil and met in front of him, and where they met, there was also a familiar black ball of light floating.
However, when he came close to the black ball of light, Chen Mu did not touch it directly, but stared at it quietly.
"Fragments of thoughts..."
Chen Mu looked at it carefully for a long time and then murmured.
In the past, he could not see the essence of this black ball of light, but now he can vaguely see a corner of it. Although he still cannot confirm it, he can vaguely make some judgments.
This black ball of light looks very much like broken thoughts.
Today's Chen Mu, with the body of the Yang God, can divide his thoughts into 129,600 thoughts. Each differentiated thought can be used as an independent incarnation, comparable to the Yuanling and the True Lord Yuanying.
But if these thoughts are broken and turned into fragments, they will be annihilated and dissipated.
One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred thoughts are the smallest scale that Chen Mu's current mind and soul power can divide into. It cannot be divided into more or smaller.
The black ball of light in front of me is very much like scattered thoughts, but this thought is broken, like the fragments of a thought. Such fragments will not be annihilated, but barely maintain their existence.
"It's really dangerous."
After looking at it carefully for a while, Chen Mu couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The master of black blood, such a terrifying existence, even the broken thoughts are very scary. If he had rash contact before, if he didn't have a system, he might have been eroded by it long ago.
Just like himself now, even if the entire body collapses and shatters, and only a few thoughts are scattered, these few thoughts can still reorganize the body of Yang Shen and recover quickly.
Even if the Nascent Soul Master dares to touch or absorb his thoughts, he will quickly corrode him.
Back when he was not at the level of a true king, he rashly touched a black ball of light and swallowed up a broken thought. Looking back now, it was so dangerous.
If there was no system, he might have completely lost himself at that time, and the broken thoughts of the master of black blood would completely engulf him and revive in him.
Think of this.
Chen Mu stared at the black ball of light and hesitated for a moment.
Before, he was ignorant of everything. He only regarded this black ball of light as an opportunity from the netherworld. He continued to trace it along the black blood stains, relying on the power of the system to continuously devour it and turn it into his own power.
But now, judging that this black ball of light is very big, it may be the broken thoughts of the black blood master. He is a little hesitant to let him swallow this kind of power again. Although there is systematic protection, if he swallows too much, he will
Is it a good thing?
"Even if the system can completely annihilate its thoughts, if I receive too much of such an existence, its fragments of thoughts, and its past memories, even if it will not be eroded, it will unknowingly change myself."
Chen Mu pondered.
Just like him now, if he is the kind of ordinary foundation-building monk who has not cultivated into a real person, even if he simply receives some of his memories and understands some of his experiences, he may change himself.
But after Chen Mu thought carefully for a moment, he still stretched out his hand and grabbed the black ball of light.
Absorbing too much will probably have bad effects, but now that he has just cultivated into Yang Shen, two broken thoughts have been systematically purified, and the impact on him is minimal.
If he later develops the power of refining the void, the impact will be further reduced.
Just keep a safe standard.
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