Mortal: Even with a Heavenly Spiritual Root, I still have to try and get my hands on the Little Gree

It was pitch black, extremely dark. An extreme darkness appeared before Mu Yu's eyes, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

For cultivators, darkness is not something to fear, but here, not only can one's divine sense not leave the body, but even using the Bright and Clear Spiritual Eyes, one cannot see very far.

As a result, the dark and silent environment naturally brings a sense of fear from the unknown.

In fact, Mu Yu knew roughly what was going to happen.

But this feeling of unease will not disappear when Mu Yu learns about it; instead, it will turn into another kind of fear, a kind of doubt about the variables.

"That's interesting..."

That faint sense of fear did not make Mu Yu panic; on the contrary, she was somewhat eager to try.

Some people run away when faced with fear, some panic, and some become cowardly.

Mu Yu, on the other hand, is the kind of person who feels curiosity when faced with fear.

As Mu Yu walked forward with an unperturbed expression, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Little Fish, has it been you who came back to see us?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yu slowed his pace and gradually came to a stop.

Turning around with a composed expression, Mu Yu calmly said:

"I am now 154 years old. Even if you are real, a mortal's lifespan should have been exhausted long ago."

"Therefore, you must be the figure that appears in this illusion based on my memory."

"Do you want to use the kindness this world has shown me to make me feel guilty?"

"Unfortunately, I have been like this since birth."