Li Mo noticed the scene outside the house was utterly chaotic, and his face betrayed disappointment.
Purely an impenetrable fog, within which dazzling immortal light danced. The scope of the dream realm was shrinking bit by bit.
Li Mo still wanted to witness the Immortal Realm, but it seemed unrealistic.
"Speaking of which, what's with the scholar in the rain?"
The Mountain God ascending along the immortal ladder should technically have no interaction with mortals. Could the scholar instead be an immortal from the Immortal Realm? No matter how he thought about it, it didn't make sense.
Li Mo let out a muffled groan. As the house transformed further into flesh and blood, the corrosive influence of mutation began to stir again, causing his internal organs intense discomfort.
The Ghost Tiger enveloped Li Mo, attempting to shield him from the Gate God's mutation.
"It's fine, don't worry."
