Infinite Reincarnation: Survival Begins from Ishimura

"What exactly do you want?"

Mu Xing roared towards the collapsed ruins of R'lyeh before him, shouting at the wordless obelisk.

After all the tadpole-like characters were poured into the hunter's embryo, they completely disappeared from the obelisk.

Just then,

he saw a huge shadow emerging from the seabed.

The shadow was so enormous that it was difficult to make out its specific form.

He could vaguely discern fins and wriggling tentacles.

Giant red eyes, like lanterns, suddenly lit up before him.

This felt like dust facing a mountain.

Mu Xing felt so insignificant.

However, he was certain that the one who came was not the master of R'lyeh, but... Dagon.

That's right, Dagon, the most devout follower of the master of R'lyeh.

As a lower-level Outer God, he worked tirelessly every day to figure out how to rescue his master.

Now, he had come to his door, but what exactly did he want?

Mu Xing stared intently at those giant lantern eyes, feeling unprecedented fear.

In an instant, he summoned everything he could.

Whether it was the divine seal or the evil spirit fat cat, they seemed to be sealed.

The Chaos Communicator and the Survival Terminal also showed no response.

At this moment, he could only face a terrifying lower-level Outer God alone.

Mu Xing didn't know how powerful Dagon was, but he was sure that the other party could turn him to ashes with a single breath.

However,

as the huge shadow wriggled closer, until he could see it clearly, Mu Xing was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

In the deep abyss of the sea shrouded in profound darkness, Dagon's body was like a decaying giant building about to collapse.

Once upon a time, his huge body could rampage freely in the endless darkness, but now it seemed to be twitching painfully on the verge of death.

His sticky skin, covered with disgusting mottled scales, was now peeling off in large patches.

Every place where they fell left a trail of black mucus that emitted a stench.

The mucus slowly spread in the sea, and all vitality was instantly devoured wherever it went.

Dagon's tentacles were now like a pile of broken ropes that had lost their strength, limply drooping around his huge body.

Some of the tentacles had broken, and the severed limbs floated helplessly in the sea, with dark red blood constantly gushing out of the wounds, emitting a rotten smell.

His giant eyes had now become turbid and unbearable, as if covered with a thick layer of haze.

This ancient ocean also became silent because of his state, no longer surging.

Time seemed unwilling to flow on his corrupt body, like an old man on the verge of death who was about to touch death.

Mu Xing never thought that the legendary lower-level Outer God would have a day close to death.

He didn't seem to be injured, but his lifespan was about to end.

What surprised Mu Xing was not his state, but that even this level of life would die in a long enough period of time.

He slowly approached, his movements had become slow.

Although he still exuded a terrifying aura, it gave people a sense that he would shatter into a pile of rotten meat with a slight movement.

His abyss-like giant mouth opened slightly, and a certain voice rang directly in Mu Xing's mind.

He told Mu Xing that he came from the distant Age of Desolation and had tried countless methods to finally find a way to save his great master.

"What are you saying? The master of R'lyeh will die? How is this possible?" Mu Xing couldn't control his emotions and exclaimed.

Mu Xing quickly analyzed the information that Dagon conveyed in his mind.

Not only would the master of R'lyeh die, but everything would change from this day on.

In the end, everything would come to a final end.

He searched for a way to save his master in countless years in the future, and finally, he found it.

He traveled through the distant Age of Desolation, at the cost of his last life, reversing and crossing time and space, and returning to the present.

Here, at this moment, he met Mu Xing and brought him to this ancient ocean.

This is his territory, the place where he was born, and also the cemetery where he died.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Save the Lord of the Great Holy City, the future world cannot be without His existence."

Mu Xing frowned: "I think you are embarrassing me. I am just a small high-ranking person. How can I save a great Outer God?"

Those corrupt giant lantern eyes stared at Mu Xing: "Everything will end, but not now. I will help you with my last strength."

"Wait, what benefits do I get from doing this?"

Mu Xing became bolder. He was not someone who would easily compromise. He could rather die than do something without benefits or profit.

"Benefits... what do you want?"

"Why not just turn me into a god? If that doesn't work, an apostle will do."

Dagon's deep voice sounded: "In the distant Age of Desolation, the foundation laid by each life in the process of evolution is the basis for their survival and determines whether they can traverse the long desolation."

"I can promote you to the realm of God, but I don't recommend you do that."

Mu Xing was stunned: "What will happen in the future?"

"Great destruction, the Age of Desolation is coming, and then the final end."

"So everyone will die?"

"Surviving is the only chance," Dagon said.

"Survive? Then what?"

"I... I don't know. I just want to save my master. I don't know about anything else."

Mu Xing frowned: "So, it was also part of the plan that you sent us to the Dreamlands?"

"That's right. I knew the first time we met that we would meet again, but I didn't expect it to be separated by such a long time."

Mu Xing scratched his head: "How can I trust you?"

"I can give you my Elder Sign. Although the future me has broken through the Outer God, I will ultimately not be able to go any further. The Elder Sign is everything to me."

A strange-looking deep blue Elder Sign appeared in front of Dagon, shaped like a fish-man.

This is Dagon's original image, as if it were embedded in time and space.

Mu Xing stretched out his hand to touch it, and the evil spirit's voice came from his sea of consciousness: "Kid, are you looking for death? Don't touch it."

"Fat Cat, you're not dead?"

"I'm not dead, damn you. I'm a grand master, and my multi-dimensional consciousness can't see through this guy. This monster is very powerful."

"Why didn't you speak just now?"

"I was suppressed, but this old thing is getting weaker and weaker and won't be able to suppress me for long, so here I am."

"Then this thing in front of me..."

"The Elder Sign, it's a good thing. Take it quickly, but don't use your hands, use your consciousness."

The evil spirit threatened: "Otherwise, your body will be assimilated by the Elder Sign in an instant. Only pure spirit can contain it."

Mu Xing quickly used his chaotic consciousness to roll it into his sea of consciousness.

Feeling the terrifying aura it exudes, it seems that just looking at it will plunge you into endless depravity.

Then he looked up at Dagon: "I agree, but what should I do next?"

Another clone appeared in front of Dagon. The clone suddenly turned into a swirling bubble, frantically merging into the Elder Sign that Mu Xing had just collected.

His voice faded away: "The Elder Sign will tell you what to do when the time arrives."

At the same time, the entire ocean began to collapse.

The spider silk wrapped around Mu Xing suddenly tightened, pulling him away from here.