"Ah, I really did sleep for a long time. I have no idea how long, either. If you hadn't happened to step on my face, little fellow, I might have slept another ten thousand years."
The God of the Mire lazily lay down on his side. Only a mouth formed where his facial features should have been, and he turned toward Chen Ping to speak.
"Hmm? You're not even a Divine Realm Hunter. You're not a god, but a human?"
The God of the Mire's divine power quickly locked onto Chen Ping and examined him thoroughly. "Though you're human, you have the strength to control divine sense. Unless I give you a hundred and twenty percent of my attention, I can't even sense your presence. Impressive. I'll just treat you as a special sort of god."
The God of the Mire did not care that Chen Ping was human rather than a god. After all, his laid-back nature had kept him from even getting involved in the great Divine Realm war back then. Naturally, he could not be bothered to care about Chen Ping's peculiarities. He merely scratched his belly, sending great clumps of mud pattering down.
"But since you're so impressive, do you have any mud with other flavors on you for me to taste? Ever since the great upheaval in the Divine Realm, I've been imprisoned in the Divine Beast Forest, forbidden to leave. I haven't been able to taste the mud from all over the Divine Realm. If you could help me with that..."
The God of the Mire fell silent. Apart from the bellyful of mud inside him, he did not seem to have anything he could give Chen Ping.
"Wait, someone's coming."
As he spoke, the God of the Mire grabbed Chen Ping and stuffed