Who Ruled the Vast Earth's Fortunes? I Alone, the Demon Lord!

Tomb of Gods World, the seventeenth level of hell.

Boom!

An earth-shattering roar reverberated through the Netherworld. The entire expanse of space abruptly fractured, cracks spreading like a spiderweb in every direction. A terrifying presence that scorned the Nine Heavens and could suppress all ages descended with a crash, instantly enveloping this deathly silent hell.

The expressions of Chen Nan, the Gravekeeper, Dugu Xiaoxuan—Dugu Baitian's daughter—and the others changed dramatically. They all looked up into the sky, their eyes filled with shock and apprehension.

A bed of bones, piled together from the skulls of countless gods, slowly emerged through the shattered space. The white bones glimmered with a chilling light, and faint traces of divinity still lingered on every skull, telling of their former glory.

A young man who looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight reclined quietly upon the bone bed. He was tall and handsome, surrounded by an intangible air of supreme majesty. The mere sight of him inspired an involuntary urge to bow in worship, making even breathing feel like something to do with care.

His face and body were those of a man in his prime, yet his eyes held the weight of endless years. He seemed to have endured a thousand lifetimes of reincarnation and witnessed every transformation of the world, every rise and fall of humanity. Unspeakable loneliness and sorrow lay hidden within them.

Brilliant silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, gleaming with a cool luster. Its stark contrast with his youthful body only deepened his air of mystery.

Strangely, not the slightest ripple of power escaped his body. Yet his innate presence pressed down like ten thousand towering mountains, making everyone below feel as insignificant as ants. He was the supreme divinity far above them, looking down upon all living beings.

The silver-haired youth's majesty