Nether Mountain, Two Main Gods

Netherworld, Undead Holy Mountain.

This is a massive mountain tens of thousands of meters high, colored like white bone, surrounded by countless skeletons and radiating an aura of death everywhere.

At the peak of the mountain range sits an ancient palace that has existed for countless billions of years. A giant magic formation is constantly in operation, and a group of Sovereign army soldiers in white robes are busy at work.

"Only a Saint-level, yet you dare to come to the Netherworld? You're simply courting death!" A green-haired youth looked at the two black giant dragons emerging from the teleportation array and revealed a mocking smile.

The black giant dragons seemed to have been respected for too long in their material plane; after being mocked, they didn't react for a moment, then suddenly lashed out with their massive tails.

"Courting death!"

A cold glint flashed in the green-haired youth's eyes. He clenched his right hand and swung it out. A powerful ripple emanated from his fist, instantly striking the dragons' tails. Before the dragons could even make a sound, they were pulverized into dust.

The other dragon froze for a moment, then suddenly reacted, quickly prostrating itself on the ground, its voice low and trembling: "My lord, spare me!"

"Hm, not bad, that is the correct attitude!" The green-haired youth nodded vigorously, revealing a satisfied smile.

"I say, Bierde, can you stop bullying the newcomers? We're all sick of watching it." A crisp voice rang out. Several members of the Sovereign army were sitting together in front of a round table, and one of them spoke with annoyance.

"I am teaching them. In the Netherworld, Saint-levels are everywhere. If they don't learn to endure, they'll die on their first day." The green-haired youth, Bierde, spoke nonchalantly, as if he were a senior earnestly guiding newcomers.

The others sneered and didn't bother to expose him. In the end, Bierde was just too bored and wanted to bully the ignorant Saint-levels for amusement. Although the Sovereign army is glorious and safe—the object of envy for countless ordinary gods—their missions are extremely monotonous.

Those responsible for guarding the teleportation array must serve for a hundred million years before being replaced. With a large number of newcomers arriving every day, everything becomes dull over time. Naturally, some start using rookies from material planes for fun. The others don't do it not because they are kind, but simply because they are already bored of it.

"Whoosh~~"

Suddenly, a brilliant light erupted. The teleportation array from Hell emitted a dazzling radiance, and a blurred figure slowly emerged.

"Hm? Someone from Hell?"

Bierde instantly put away his playful mood, his expression becoming much more solemn. Although the teleportation cost between divine planes isn't as high as returning to a material plane, it is still not something an ordinary Median God can afford. Usually, those coming from other divine planes are Highgods traveling the planes.

The light faded bit by bit, and the figure of a black-haired youth slowly solidified. His refined eyes swept over the Sovereign army.

"My lord!"

Seeing that it was a Highgod, Bierde quickly lowered his head and bowed slightly, not daring to be the least bit negligent, fearing he might accidentally anger the other party.

"Is this the Undead Holy Mountain? In which direction is the nearest city?" Ren glanced at the green-haired youth and asked. Since it was his first time in the Netherworld, he still needed to ask for directions.

"My lord, the nearest city to this place is Hela City. Just head in this direction. Hela City is the closest city to the teleportation array in North Skeleton Prefecture. This is a simple map of North Skeleton Prefecture and the surrounding prefectures. If you don't mind, please accept it, my lord."

The green-haired youth's eyes rolled, and he quickly took a detailed map from his Spatial Ring and handed it to Ren.

"Oh? You're quite clever, kid." Ren took the map, scanned it quickly, and nodded. People in the Sovereign army usually don't leave a specific area, and their range of activity never exceeds a single prefecture. Yet, the youth before him had prepared maps of several surrounding prefectures, clearly having planned ahead.

Although the price of the map wasn't high, it was still a significant expense for a Median God. The green-haired youth had clearly bought the map long ago, waiting to encounter a Highgod traveling the divine planes to offer it to, gambling that the other party might have a decent personality and perhaps reward him with a sum of money.

For someone capable of traveling the divine planes, a casual tip would be more money than he could earn in a lifetime. Although there was a certain risk—as the other party might give nothing at all—the potential gain if the gamble paid off was terrifying.

"I'll accept the map. Keep these Inkstones." Ren casually took out a Spatial Ring and tossed it directly to the green-haired youth, then vanished into the horizon like a streak of light. As for the number of Inkstones in the ring, he didn't remember; he no longer cared about wealth.

"Holy crap, this lord is truly generous!" Bierde quickly opened the Spatial Ring to check, his eyes widening. The amount of Inkstones was more than he could earn in several hundred million years.

Nether Mountain, known as the tallest mountain in the Netherworld, is a million meters high and spans over ten thousand miles. The mountain is surrounded by three-colored clouds, and natural heavenly chains form on the surface of the mist, wrapping around the mountain.

Even from a hundred thousand miles away, one can sense a feeling of oppression. Looking through a metal lifeform from afar, a mountain piercing the sky radiates a cyan light, the entire mountain appearing incredibly dazzling.

At the peak, a layer of hazy purple mist covers the area, making it impossible to see inside. Outside the purple mist stands a black palace suspended in mid-air. The purple-black palace is several hundred meters high, like a small mountain. At the spire of the palace, a massive sphere emits the light of lightning, and countless chains extend downward, hanging from the mountain.

"Oh? Priestley, you say the Four Divine Beasts Clan dispatched dozens of Seven-Star Demons and seven Asuras just to hunt down a Prefect named Ren, and that this Ren has now come to the Netherworld?" Inside the purple-black palace, a blurred figure sat high upon a throne, a cold female voice echoing below.

"Yes, Overlord. The news came from Lester's messenger. He and Pash confirmed it together. That Ren should be in the Netherworld right now." Below the Death Palace, an old man in grey robes spoke respectfully, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. He was speechless regarding the Four Divine Beasts Clan's grand display.

The old man in grey robes wore a green robe, his entire body radiating a fresh aura of life. His grey-white beard hung down from his chin, as thick as endless tree branches, appearing completely out of place in the death-filled Netherworld.

Being able to address the Blood Peak Sovereign Pash and the Bifu Sovereign Lester by name, the old man's identity was clearly also a Sovereign. Though he was a Life Ancient Tree, he resided on the Nether Fruit Tree of the Netherworld's Nether Mountain—the Sovereign of Life, Priestley.

The blurred figure sitting high above the palace was none other than the strongest person in the Netherworld, an ancient existence born in the endless years past, the first life of the Netherworld, and one of the four current Overlords of the Rules—the Sovereign of Death.

"Interesting. It's been many years since I've seen the Four Divine Beasts Clan make such a big fuss. That little guy named Ren is quite the troublemaker. I just wonder where he will flee to next?" The Sovereign of Death chuckled, as if thinking of something amusing.

After surviving for endless years, the daily life of a Sovereign is mostly boring. Especially for the Sovereign of Death, who is among the top-tier in strength but lacks the patience to study ultimate techniques like the Overlord of Fate or the Destruction Overlord, so she spends most of her time finding ways to amuse herself.

At this moment, the affair between the Four Divine Beasts Clan and Ren sparked a bit of interest in her boring life. She suddenly felt a little curious about Ren.

At the same time, at the Nether Hotel, the green-robed youth Kewen was chattering incessantly about the merits of his hotel while leading Ren into the interior of the Nether Hotel.