Netherworld Mountain

Hate, overwhelming hate.

Hate for the Great Dao, hate for living beings, hate for his own mission.

Hatred for his own dark and hopeless fate.

Overwhelming hate.

Ji Tian slowly refined the soul of the remnant soul, but this very strand of hatred was something he couldn't integrate. He lacked the concept of hatred. His cultivation suppressed the other party, and facing his powerful Spiritual Sense, it couldn't make any waves. He would slowly refine the other's will, and perhaps it would merge. Would it ultimately become his deity?

Netherworld Mountain is located in the center of the entire Netherworld Land. It is a mountain in the Netherworld Land, reaching a height of millions of meters and spanning over ten thousand li. The mountain body is shrouded in boundless demonic mist. Legend has it that Netherworld Mountain is filled with crises and must not be entered casually! It is where the most evil ghosts and skeletons in this world exist. They are the ruffians of the Netherworld Land.

Ji Tian sneered, just a bunch of vengeful spirits. The most powerful beings in this world are Ghost Immortals, at least none have been discovered yet. Those powerful existences have not yet been nurtured, and they have merely handed this world over to some clowns to temporarily dominate.

The Demonic Dragon looked at Netherworld Mountain, a sense of shock surging into its heart, along with a feeling of awe.

Tall, with an illusion of evil; majestic and full of mystery.

Ji Tian stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing at Netherworld Mountain soaring into the sky. He carefully observed the chaotic mountain rocks and the constantly changing demonic mist. The transformation of the clouds and mist possessed a peculiar power.

Lost, lost within it.

Evil spirits howled, and a malevolent thought dragged him into a strange space—a space like a haunted house, with waves of Yin Energy swirling before him.

In the center of the house, a black veil was set up, as eerie and terrifying as a mourning hall. On the walls on both sides, many grim and terrifying images of fierce spirits and evil ghosts were painted. Because the paintings were quite lifelike, they sent shivers down one's spine.

The most terrifying thing was inside the house: a tall, humanoid headless evil spirit stood there. A cracked skull, with a ferocious face, dripped black demonic energy, suspended in mid-air, sticking out half of its blood-red tongue...

That was an incredibly powerful ghost. In front of it, he was merely a weak soul. Ji Tian felt a sense of powerlessness.

The evil ghost extended its blood-stained hand and fiercely slapped towards him. That ugly ghost face with its dangling tongue opened its mouth and lunged to devour him.

Facing the hand that slapped towards him, Ji Tian instinctively retreated. The gaping mouth suddenly swallowed his Primordial Spirit.

Ji Tian closed his eyes and flailed his arms wildly. At the critical moment, he finally managed to prop open the foul-smelling mouth with his arm. A suffocating feeling surged into his heart, along with fear. He shook his head. Why was he feeling fear? He shouldn't be. Could this be his deepest hidden fear?

Even the concept of fear can only become my nourishment. Ji Tian forcefully tore apart the mouth that was devouring him. Looking at the hand as large as a millstone, a long sword materialized in his hand, and he thrust it fiercely, unleashing hundreds of sword energies.

Ji Tian felt his vision darken, and the scene before him changed. The giant hand, the evil ghost, and the haunted house vanished. He had already entered the depths of Netherworld Mountain. Just a moment ago, he was clearly at the foot of the mountain. It felt like closing his eyes.

The magical Netherworld Mountain. Perhaps there were no evil ghosts, only an illusion, an illusion of fear. Those were all manifestations of his own fear.

Deathly aura. As Ji Tian climbed, he felt an intense deathly aura.

A black Skeleton thrust its bone claws out of the black soil and grabbed Ji Tian's Primordial Spirit.

A deep, muffled voice sounded, "I didn't expect such a powerful soul. I, the Great Desolate Skeleton, like it the most."

Ji Tian looked at the incomparably huge Skeleton before him, with a massive humanoid skull and the skeleton of a giant dragon. Was this also an illusion? He felt a strong deathly aura emanating from it. Was it condensed from the deathly aura?

Ji Tian circulated his Primordial Spirit power, causing a violent fluctuation of Spiritual Power. The Great Desolate Skeleton's bone hand was instantly shattered.

The Great Desolate Skeleton was furious. It reassembled its bone claws and slapped towards Ji Tian.

Ji Tian waved his right arm, and a giant palm also slapped towards the Skeleton.

With a loud "crack," Ji Tian was smashed directly into the mountain, leaving only an outstretched arm. The Skeleton didn't fare well either. Its entire skeletal frame couldn't withstand the impact of the force and immediately disintegrated into pieces of bone. The broken bones scattered all over the ground. The black skull let out a roar of unwillingness, and with a strange power fluctuation, the entire Skeleton reformed into a Skeleton monster.

If I can't defeat you once, I'll smash your bones one by one. Let's see how you reassemble then. Ji Tian pulled himself out of the dirt, holding a black long sword, its body filled with killing intent.

Every swing of Ji Tian's sword targeted the joints of the Skeleton. Ji Tian's incredibly fast figure flickered, and the entire Skeleton once again turned into a pile of broken bones.

"Sky Covering Seal!" A palm condensed, continuously shrinking. The patterns of heaven and earth that he had comprehended appeared on the palm.

Countless bones were wriggling, trying to reassemble, but they were struck down by the palm of the Sky Covering Seal.

The Great Desolate Skeleton roared and raised a finger to poke at the Sky Covering Seal.

Ji Tian sneered, useless. My Sky Covering Seal weighs thousands of pounds. Can your cobbled-together bone structure withstand it?

The Sky Covering Seal descended heavily. The finger that poked at the divine ability instantly shattered. The entire Skeleton was pressed into the ground by the Sky Covering Seal, with continuous cracking sounds of fragmentation.

Unwilling roars came from under the handprint, "Why, why can't my divine bone withstand your handprint?"

Then the entire Netherworld Mountain shook, and huge cracks spread across the mountain body. But then the demonic clouds vibrated layer by layer, and the entire mountain body returned to its original state. Only the large pit that was smashed out was slowly shrinking.

Ji Tian looked at the constantly healing cracks. This Netherworld Land possessed a strange power that could self-repair. After the power of his Sky Covering Seal dissipated, this large pit would surely be quickly repaired.

The bottom of the entire pit was covered with broken bones, all from the Great Desolate Skeleton. However, a few strangely colored finger bones slowly rose, emitting a soft black light. Wherever the black light shone, shattered bones were continuously repaired, and the Great Desolate Skeleton reassembled itself once more.

"It's useless. I am one with this Netherworld Mountain. You cannot destroy me."

Ji Tian looked at the constantly reassembling bones and unleashed sword energies, slashing towards the black mist.

The black mist was soft and yielded, deflecting his sword energies to the side.

Could it be the remains of Pangu? Impossible. Otherwise, why would his own remains not react at all?

Ji Tian circulated his Primordial Spirit and unleashed his Spiritual Sense, carefully probing the black mist. There was a trace of life within it.

At this moment, a Spiritual Sense came from the golden palace in Ji Tian's sea of consciousness, "Ji Tian, I sense it. The entire mountain retains Pangu's aura, but it is suppressed by a powerful Power of Creation. The remains of Great God Pangu have been refined into this tall mountain body by this Power of Creation. We are too late."

Ji Tian asked, "Is there no way for us?"

A dejected voice said, "Too late, too late. I didn't expect that only two remnant bones would remain in the world, a finger and a broken arm bone. Haha, is this destiny? Ten thousand years, and nothing has changed."

Ji Tian felt a deep sorrow, a profound sadness. Pangu's broken right arm remains were also found by the Heavenly Dao, forming this million-zhang tall Netherworld Mountain. Why were only two pieces left behind?

Could it be the so-called impartiality of the Heavenly Dao, leaving a glimmer of hope for all living beings? The future outcome would depend on their own fortune. At this moment, the remnant soul's hatred, suppressed in his sea of consciousness, suddenly grew stronger.

A powerful force continuously battered the golden cage that confined it.

A roar echoed from the golden hall, "I hate you, Heavenly Dao, for being unjust."

Ji Tian exclaimed in alarm, "This is bad," and continuously used his soul power to suppress the runaway hatred and the somewhat frenzied remnant soul.

The Skeleton reassembled, forming the strange Great Desolate Skeleton. Seeing Ji Tian still stunned, the Great Desolate Skeleton swiped a claw.

The black bone claw, carrying an immense gust of wind, descended heavily.

"Roar," came a dragon's cry. A dragon tail slammed heavily onto the bone claw.

Two black gusts of wind formed ripples, spreading outwards from a central point, instantly shattering much of the loose rock.

The Demonic Dragon, having just overcome its fear, arrived at the mountain's core and saw the Great Desolate Skeleton's sneak attack.

"Despicable Skeleton, to resort to a sneak attack, you've disgraced all of us Skeletons."

The Great Desolate Skeleton roared, "He didn't resist himself, what's it to me? This is the mountain range I guard."

The Demonic Dragon sneered, "You? With this little strength, you're a guardian? Haha, pathetic."

The Great Desolate Skeleton said fiercely, "Dare to mock me, you will become part of my Undead Army."

"Summon Undead Army!" Cries and howls, like a summons from the Yellow Springs, like demonic music calling to lost souls.

At this moment, countless skulls stirred, and thousands of bone claws waved as they crawled out from the black earth and stone...

The white Skeletons seemed countless, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The Demonic Dragon said dismissively, "A bunch of riff-raff, fragile bone bodies."

"Roar," came a dragon's cry, a powerful sonic wave that instantly shattered many of the approaching Skeletons.

It extended a dragon claw, lightly picked up a Skeleton, and placed it in its maw, crunching it noisily.

Bone shadows shot into the sky one after another, pouncing towards the still-confused Ji Tian. The Demonic Dragon raised a pair of dark claws and swiped down fiercely.

"You lot are not worth considering."

Seeing his Undead Army proving useless, the Great Desolate Skeleton was instantly enraged, flying into a fury.

"Undead Bone Prison!" If I can't kill you, I'll trap you to death.

The Skeletons on the ground transformed into bone arms and bodies, encircling Ji Tian and the Demonic Dragon.