Panlong, starting by refining the main godhead.

"This mountain range, a million meters high, spans at least ten thousand miles in circumference. How do we find the entrance? Or is it necessary to go through that Netherworld Hotel?"

Sean's figure flew swiftly around the Netherworld Mountain.

He was not yet ready to reveal the power of his will, because he also wanted to go in and obtain the Nether Fruit.

Even if it's useless to oneself, it can be used by others, such as the eldest brother after being resurrected by the Lord of Death.

If one were to request it in the capacity of a Great Perfection cultivator, then one would incur a favor from the main god.

"My lord." A voice called out, and Sean immediately stopped and turned around to see a figure approaching in the distance.

In the supreme plane where the plane is severely suppressed, except during battles, divine sense is often far inferior to the eyes or ears.

After a while, a figure approached, and a mid-level god bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency. I just saw that Your Excellency's speed was too fast for me to catch up with, so I could only shout."

"What is it?" Sean probably guessed.

The middle-ranking god said, "My name is Brown, and I am the receptionist of the Netherworld Hotel. I specialize in finding experts who intend to enter the Netherworld Mountain."

The adults are flying around Netherworld Mountain; they must be preparing to enter it.

"Yes, I've heard of the Underworld Hotel too. Take me there," Sean nodded and said.

Brown laughed and said, "Alright, please follow me."

With the accurate location, even if they were thousands of miles apart, it wouldn't take long, so Sean wasn't in a hurry.

During the flight, Sean asked, "Aren't there many reception envoys like you?"

Brown replied, "Yes, there are many welcoming envoys within tens of thousands of miles around Netherworld Mountain, precisely to prevent many adults from not being able to find the way into the mountain."

Only by staying at our Netherworld Hotel can one enter Netherworld Mountain on the night of the full moon.

"Okay, your hotel is very thoughtful," Sean looked up at the moon; there were still a few days until the full moon.

This Lord of Death has truly gone to great lengths to lure god-level experts into the mountain.

I just don't understand why she made it a single entrance. The Bauhinia Mountains in Hell can be entered from anywhere around there.

Half a day later, Sean arrived at the perimeter of a huge building.

"Sir, this is the Underworld Hotel," Brown said with a smile.

"Okay." Sean tossed over 10,000 Nether Stones.

On his way here, he encountered some bandits robbing caravans, so he took the opportunity to wipe out a group of bandits and naturally obtained a lot of Nether Stones.

"Thank you, sir," Brown said happily.

Led by Brown, Sean entered the courtyard of the Underworld Hotel.

To the left, there was a large pond where a woman in red was fishing. Sean glanced up at her, then immediately looked away.

He knew very well that this person was the true ruler of death.

Just as Sean was looking, the woman in red also glanced at him, but quickly went back to watching her fish.

After entering the hotel lobby, Sean inquired about the price and readily paid 20 Nether Stones, of which 10 was for the room and the other 10 was for food.

Prices here are more than a thousand times higher than in ordinary cities.

Inside the hotel, many people were chatting, and Sean found a spot and sat down.

When the others saw the newcomer arrive, they immediately looked over, seemingly trying to recognize who he was. After all, anyone who dared to come to Netherworld Mountain must have some strength and reputation.

However, no one could recognize him.

Soon, the waiter brought the food, and Sean took a bite. He had to admit that the taste was quite good, at least much better than that in the material plane.

He hadn't been to the divine plane before, and after arriving in the underworld, he hadn't entered any cities, so he didn't know where the best food was.

So he ate while listening to the conversations of the other people around him.

These people were discussing the underworld and other supreme planes and divine planes, but most of it was useless information to Sean.

"Are there only two chief god messengers on Mount Youming?" Upon hearing this, Sean immediately asked a person at the next table.

"Oh yeah, you didn't know?" the person being asked said in surprise. "People in the underworld usually know this. You're not from the underworld, are you?"

Sean laughed and said, "Indeed, it's not from the underworld. Thank you for letting me know."

In the original work, the Lord of Death had a total of 3 chief god messengers. Now there are 2, which means it has been a long time since the beginning of time. At least the chief gods must have existed for many years.

The covenant between the main gods should also exist.

However, this is just a rough guess and cannot be confirmed.

After all, even the messengers of the Supreme God can fall. Perhaps the Lord of Death had many messengers in the past, and it is possible that many of them have fallen over an infinitely long period of time.

"If you're not from the underworld, why are you getting involved? Do you really think it's so easy for the chief god's messenger to succeed?" a man exuding an eerie aura said coldly.

Sean glanced at the man, who cultivated the Dark Laws, and said calmly, "I'm just here to take a look."

At this moment, another person laughed and said, "Neil, there's no rule against people from other planes coming to Nether Mountain, why are you so concerned?"

"I meddle in other people's business, but you meddle in mine too?" Neil scoffed. "Finn, you were my defeated foe back in the day. What? You've made some progress after all these years?"

Finn, sitting in the back, laughed and said, "Haha, I've just made a breakthrough and came here specifically to ask you for some advice."

Before he finished speaking, a dozen black flowers appeared around his head, each with a dozen petals. These petals flew towards Neil like snowflakes.

"The rules of death... this profound achievement is roughly equivalent to a seven-star level." He made this judgment immediately as the petal passed by Sean.

Soul attacks are difficult for outsiders to discern in terms of strength, unlike physical attacks which can tear space and cause destruction, making their power immediately apparent.

However, those with high spiritual attainment can still make a rough judgment by observing them up close.

For example, in the original work, Linley could immediately see that Okarowwell's soul attack was extremely terrifying on the dimensional battlefield.

Sean now possesses Ouf's talent and is extremely sensitive to fluctuations in the soul.

"Haha, that's a good time to try it out." Neil smiled knowingly, his dark divine power surging throughout his body, and his eyes shot out a large number of needle-like soul attacks.

The two soul attacks collided in mid-air, and some of them also hit other people.

The person who was hit changed his expression drastically and hurriedly tried to dodge.

Fortunately, those who can come here are all quite powerful. If it were an ordinary high-level god, even a single petal would probably be enough to kill them.

"Haha, your soul attack was useless, now it's my turn." Neil laughed and slapped forward with his palm.

A black mist appeared and surged forward, corroding the tables, chairs, and floors in its path.

Sean frowned, and his entire body immediately shone with a faint golden light, forming a defensive circle that protected him and the table.

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