Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

The mountain was shrouded in tricolored clouds, which were no ordinary clouds. They were formed from the spiritual energy deep in the underworld, colorful yet full of danger.

These three-colored clouds are roughly divided into three sections; once you notice the fog thinning, you've reached the edge.

The white mist, though seemingly gentle, can erode one's soul, causing them to lose their way and forever linger on the edge of the Netherworld Mountain.

There was also a gray mist, as if it were the color of death.

It contains a powerful corrosive force; any creature that comes into contact with it will be rapidly eroded and reduced to nothingness.

There is another kind of fog, which is purplish-red, like the flames of the underworld, burning any life that dares to approach it.

It is like the purple moon that always hangs in the sky above the continent of hell.

At the same time, this mist contains endless resentment and curses; any living being touched by it will not only have its body burned.

Even the soul will burn. If life cannot resist, the essence of the soul will also be consumed after the power of the soul is exhausted.

Once the essence of the soul is burned out, it is a fall from grace, and even the God of Life cannot save it.

For the main gods of the life system, soul revival is their exclusive right, as the power of the main gods of life inherently has the effect of nourishing the soul.

But no matter what, you must at least have a soul.

If the soul is burned out, even Hongmeng probably won't be able to do anything.

The soul can be reshaped, but a reshaped soul is merely a copy of past memories.

"Boss, can you withstand the chains of heaven and earth on Netherworld Mountain?"

Standing before the Netherworld Hotel, gazing at the endless lightning that resembled countless purple dragons coiling and intertwining, Leisijing suddenly felt his own insignificance.

Compared to the power of heaven and earth, he felt a sense of defeat, like a grain of sand in the vast ocean.

Lei Sijing was not the ocean; he felt he was just a drop in the ocean.

"Okay!"

Heimers nodded.

With the power of his will, plus his golden mountain body, the magical universe has become very difficult to threaten him.

Even if this is the birthplace of the Lord of Death, it won't work.

Moreover, the Lord of Death was originally born in the depths of the endless Nether Sea.

"Boom!"

Terrifying purple lightning, like a waterfall of silver, poured down from the million-meter-high Netherworld Mountain.

They are not physical objects, but are formed by the intertwining of lightning and underworld energy, constantly entangled, annihilated, and regenerated around the mountain.

These chains are a manifestation of the laws of the underworld; their existence is to prevent any life from intruding.

Any creature that touches these chains, below the rank of god, will be instantly annihilated.

Whether other powerful individuals can survive depends entirely on luck.

Even their souls might be shattered by the lightning on the chains and turned to dust.

"Wow, boss, why don't we just go and challenge the Netherworld Mountain?"

Lei Sijing looked excited.

He felt he could withstand the lightning at the foot of the mountain, but the lightning waterfall halfway up the mountain made him tremble.

"No rush. You don't think that just because you've stormed up Netherworld Mountain, you're guaranteed to get the Netherworld Fruit, do you?"

Heimers said with a smile.

At that moment, he was holding a glass of 'Crimson Moon' served by the Underworld Hotel.

While savoring the food, I looked out at the small lake in front of the Ghost Hotel.

On the lakeside, a red-haired girl was carrying a fish basket and a fishing rod, and she would change fishing spots from time to time.

Even standing here, Heimus could still use his divine sense to probe the bottom of the small lake.

The lake is not very large, at most a few hundred miles in circumference.

However, there are dozens of underground rivers at the bottom of the lake, which are connected to the underground water veins.

"Is not it?"

Lei Sijing looked bewildered.

Although this guy is not young, his intelligence level is really not high.

Call him naive or call him silly and cute, it doesn't matter.

Only Heimers is a Grand Perfection, which has repeatedly refreshed Resjing's understanding of the Grand Perfection card.

I've long since completely won him over.

In front of Resjing, Heimers' words carried more weight than those of the Purple Thorn God.

this is the truth.

The Bauhinia God is powerful, but all gods only operate within their own small circle, and their influence among the group of god-level powerhouses is limited.

God-level beings respect the supreme God, but may not understand Him in their hearts.

It may not even come from the heart.

From the beginning of time until now, countless years have passed, but the gods have very little knowledge of the main god.

Even many high-ranking gods, and even seven-star powerhouses, may not know that there are ranks among the main gods.

The supreme deity is high above.

However, the world of the main gods is far removed from the lives of god-level powerhouses.

"Naive!"

Hemeros took a sip of wine and swirled the crystal glass in his hand.

At this point, the crystal cup, which was originally carved from hell crystal ore, has long since become a superior artifact.

"As far as I know, there is only one person recorded in the Demon Castle who has obtained the Nether Fruit."

Heimers said, "It's still the current Lord of the Underworld."

Do you still think that climbing Mount Netherworld will grant you the Netherworld Fruit?

Is it that difficult?

Lei Sijing looked distressed. "Why don't we go and ask my mother for help?"

His current image as a useless coward perfectly matches the lazy persona of the second-generation leader of the main god.

"It's not difficult. If I agree to be the messenger of the Lord of Death, let alone one Netherworld Fruit, I might even get ten or eight."

Heimers was under no pressure.

As he spoke, he also admired the red-haired girl's fishing skills.

"It's the Air Force again!"

He couldn't help but think to himself, but he dared not express his opinion openly.

Heimus suspected that the Death Lord's divine sense would occasionally sweep over this place.

Protecting her own water-based clone is one aspect, but Heimus, a Grand Perfection cultivator, is also worth paying attention to.

"No, boss, please don't! If I lose you, my mother will skin me alive when I get back."

Lei Sijing grabbed Heimers's clothes, seemingly wanting to drag him directly back to the Purple Thorn Continent.

It's not that I don't want to hold your arm, it's just that my height doesn't allow it.

Heimers is over three meters tall, and if Resjing didn't deliberately change his divine body, he could probably only reach the hem of his clothes.

It's impossible for the Purple Thorn God to skin him alive; after all, he's one of only two Purple Crystal Divine Beasts in the world.

However, it is entirely possible to confine Res Crystal for hundreds of millions of years or even longer.

"Don't rush, I have no intention of switching allegiance to the Lord of Death."

Heimers is telling the truth.

The main god Zijing treated him quite well; he had already received the treatment of a Great Perfection God when he was just a high-ranking god, and now that he had truly reached Great Perfection, even the main god's only son had become his follower.

No other major god could have given Hemeth a higher status.

Augusta went to great lengths to win over Clementine, even sending him hundreds of beauties from the Augusta family.

But it's absolutely impossible for Hankin to become Clementine's henchman.

I can't afford to lose face like that.

"But what if the Lord of Death forces you to become his messenger?"

Lei Sijing was very nervous.

He was just a bit of a playboy and simple-minded, but Lei Sijing could think of anything that was worth thinking of.

"Haha, no way."

Heimers smiled and shook his head.

Heimers is not so confident in the face of other dominant rules.

In the realm of the Death Sovereign, the Great Perfection holds an even higher status.

The more something is lacking, the more it is emphasized.

As the only non-perfect among the four rule rulers, the Death Ruler's yearning for perfection is unprecedented.

Whether the Death Ruler is willing to admit it or not, she is already at the bottom of the rule rulers.

"Boss, we must be careful!"

Lei Sijing looked serious.

This concerns his future; whether he can live a life of tyranny depends entirely on Heimers.

If Heimus becomes the messenger of another god, it will inevitably affect Resjing's status.

Don't let his seemingly foolish appearance fool you; he's quite shrewd.