Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

Although he had some guesses, the Lord of Death was also genuinely curious.

"Of course it's the Blood Sea God. Our Purple Crystal Alliance Blood Sea branch is located on the Blood Sea God's territory."

Leisijing said excitedly, "Although the Dark God Realm and the Light God Realm still occupy the continent of the Blood Sea Plane..."

However, all the high-level gods have already withdrawn from the Blood Sea Plane.

The Four Divine Beasts family is even more thorough.

They simply withdrew all members of the Four Divine Beasts family.

Only some of the vassal families' mid-level gods and the members of the Sanctuary who maintained the Natural Church remained.

In the future, the Holy Realm and the lower-level gods will be the main force in the Blood Sea Plane.

This was also requested by Heme's Blood Sea clone.

As the native chief god, no one dared to ignore his decision, even if they were unwilling to give up the Blood Sea Plane.

In the material plane, the native gods are invincible.

Moreover, the Blood Sea Avatar is a mid-level Destruction God, and also an object of great effort to win over by Hell and the Earth God Realm.

The cards are all different.

The Blood Sea Avatar is now not only a mid-level God of Destruction, but also the Chongxuan Monarch of the Earth God Realm.

It's equivalent to both companies being from the same department.

This is a unique existence among all the main gods.

Now, Heimers also possesses a lower-level Godhood of Life, which makes his status even more special.

Because everyone knows that another main god should appear in the Blood Sea Plane.

Although he is only a lower-level god, he is most likely a god who originated from the material plane.

Their status is different.

It's at least better than the main god of the divine plane.

If you really offend someone, you can always hide in the Blood Sea Plane, a material plane, and never have to worry about the future.

"really."

The Lord of Death understood this perfectly.

"Blake, the chief god of the Blood Sea, is a mid-level chief god of destruction and was born in the Blood Sea plane. It is normal for him to have interactions with Heimers and the others."

……

"How about it?" Lei Sijing said with a smile, "Even a Great Perfection cultivator can interact with a God on an equal footing."

Although this was a card unique to Heimers, he was also proud of it.

"Awesome!"

The Lord of Death smiled as well.

She's now playing the role of the mistress of Greenleaf Castle, and should be groveling before Heimers.

Leisijing was actually waiting for the Death Lord's respect and adoration, but in the end, it didn't come. Who told Chris to have a Death Lord clone?

Given this premise, Heimers certainly wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

He acted with extreme humility, as if he fully respected the status of Chris, the ruler of death.

At the same time, he also established a preliminary relationship with the Lord of Death.

At least we became fishing buddies.

Chris was also very satisfied with Heimers' current performance.

But she was really curious to see how shocked Heimers would be when he saw his Death Overlord clone.

Gradually, Chris began to subtly inquire of Heimers, "Why haven't you gone to venture into the Netherworld Mountain yet?"

"I want to observe whether there is any pattern in the three-colored mist of Netherworld Mountain?"

Despite his habit of lying without thinking, Heimers continued fishing in the Lake of the Dead.

He would occasionally invite Chris to participate in lakeside food festivals.

Fortunately, the Netherworld Lake was rich in resources, and he reaped a great harvest, with few repeats.

Chris also witnessed the shock from the Great Foodie Empire.

But it was precisely because of Heimers' composure that Chris found herself getting more and more used to the rhythm.

"I can't take it anymore!"

The red-haired girl patted her stomach, her eyes filled with a hint of resentment.

After becoming a god, one's divine body can change at any time; even the first time one becomes a god, one's physical form will not change in the slightest.

Such laws of nature are a godsend for foodies.

Chris wasn't worried about gaining weight; she was simply captivated by Heimers's superb cooking skills.

If Chris hadn't known that Hemus was a Great Perfection High God and an envoy of the Purple Thorn God, she would have wanted to bring him under her wing.

Even setting aside strength...

Her culinary skills alone are enough to earn her a position as an envoy.

Anyway, there are eight rulers.

But reality doesn't allow for "what ifs." He wasn't just a culinary master, but also a Great Perfection expert, and before that, he was the messenger of the Bauhinia God.

They actually came to the Amethyst Mountains from the Earth God Realm on their own initiative.

Thinking of this, Chris couldn't help but envy the luck of the Bauhinia God.

Great Perfection Messenger!

This is a privilege that no number of laws or rules can provide.

Among the four rulers of the rules, the strongest is Ofu, but Ofu is not a Great Perfection Envoy.

"Hemoth, why haven't you gone to Nether Mountain to find the Nether Fruit yet?"

Chris urged her again.

She worried that once Heimers left, she would lose interest in the food she cooked.

"With your strength, wouldn't the Netherworld Fruit be a piece of cake?"

As she spoke, Chris's eyes flickered.

The food was terrifying, but she had absolutely no resistance to it, and could only gradually become Heimers's food prisoner.

If Chris didn't truly love food, she wouldn't have opened the Underworld Hotel at the foot of Underworld Mountain.

Fishing is certainly an irresistible hobby for Chris, the ruler of death, but good food is also something she can never miss out on.

This is such a contradiction!

"Resjing, get ready, we're going to venture into the Netherworld Mountain tomorrow."

This time, Heimers didn't refuse at all and readily agreed.

Resjing nodded, while only Chris remained lost in thought.

"Are you really leaving this time?"

She felt a void in her heart, as if she might never be able to enjoy Heimers' cooking again.

"Perhaps this is possible."

His blood-red eyes seemed to gleam with the light of wisdom.

……

The underworld, a mountain valley.

"Damn Alberti, if it weren't for the strange nature of your soul attack, I would have killed you long ago!"

A giant man, eight meters tall, was dressed in a crimson battle robe. Even his exposed skin was crimson, as if crimson magma was flowing beneath his skin.

"Fortunately, I, the Wrathful Divine Bull, am born with three forms."

This burly man was none other than Thrall, the Angry Bull, who had left from the Netherworld Mountain.

Unlike the innate abilities of normal mythical beasts, Thrall only has one innate ability that enhances fire.

It's called the Heavy Flame Prison!

This innate ability can enhance physical or spiritual attacks, as well as physical and spiritual defenses.

It belongs to the category of all-purpose remedies.

Seemingly mediocre.

However, if used properly, it can be an absolutely terrifying supernatural power.

It was also thanks to this innate ability that strengthens soul defense that Sal was able to survive Alberti's soul attacks.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be alive now.

at the same time.

Thrall also possesses a unique ability to switch between his original form and his current form.

It's either offensive, defensive, or currently in a balanced state of both.

There was nothing he could do.

Faced with Alberti, who possessed equal strength and cultivated the rules of death, he had no choice but to adopt this state.

Once in attack mode, Thrall's size increases to over ten meters, but his soul defense also decreases.

When he switches to defensive stance, his size reaches its maximum, at least twenty meters, and Sal's speed and attack power are significantly reduced.

When physical defense reaches its maximum, soul defense will also increase dramatically, but not to the same extent as physical defense.

The Wrathful Divine Ox was never a soul-type divine beast, although its soul attacks based on fire-type laws were extremely powerful.

But Sal is not.