A Belly Full of Bad Water

These gods did not know what was wrong with them. Their personalities all had enormous flaws; rather than gods, they were more like people who possessed tremendous power.

They were driven by all kinds of powerful desires, and their way of thinking was exceptionally simple.

Faced with a trap jointly laid by the Three Corpses—two of the most sinister old schemers in the Void, plus one new-generation old schemer—they died miserably. Even at death's door, they believed they still had a chance to break through the enemy's defenses.

Because they fell before the very last soldier.

"Truly pitiful. They could not even see the gap before they died."

Yang Mu sighed with a sorrowful, compassionate expression, only for a slap to land on the back of his head with a smack.

"You brat, you never act properly. Treasure Realm said you sent over quite a few good things again. Passing messages was unsafe, so they said you would come in person."

"Tell me, what is going on? Why are you making it all so mysterious?"

Yang Mu rubbed the back of his head and chuckled foolishly. He took out a throne, helped Edeline sit down, then fetched a chair for himself and sat beside her.

The two floated in the Void like that, as though they were sitting at home. Yang Mu laid out everything he knew, holding nothing back, just as he did with his teacher.

"Since you came here, you must want to cooperate with the Chaos World and the Abyss. But have you considered that after we break through the pressure before us, we might not necessarily be the strongest?"

"Their growth is too fast. Even with all the methods you brought back, we have only barely managed to keep up. In truth, our rate of growth