Chapter 1364: Chapter 1348 I Can Replace It Chapter 1364: Chapter 1348 I Can Replace It “What is this toy?”

Hearing this voice that shook the entire Nether World, Muria felt a sense of inexplicable confusion, as such a statement was clearly made in the midst of battle.

However, seeing the authority released by this voice, it was clear that only a being of this level could emit it, and a battle involving beings with such powerful divine force would definitely have residual effects—a disaster that could affect the ecology of a world. But Muria did not sense any trace of battle fluctuations.

“So, is this madness?”

Associating it with the chaotic will he had felt from the Bronze God Statue earlier, Muria made a very logical deduction, and then naturally he rose with the intention to investigate further.

After circling the Skeleton Plain for a moment, he deliberated slightly and began to gather the radiant golden light around him. Representing death, black-gray started spreading from his heart, moving towards his limbs and wings.

Like the sun, bright and dazzling, the Dragon King disappeared from the sky, replaced by an Annihilation Dragon King that symbolized death. He was draped in a layer of deep gray dragon scales, and the aura he emitted perfectly blended with the desolate surroundings.

Then, Muria saw them—undead that had hidden because of his recent appearance on the Skeleton Plain. Believing there was no longer any external threat as he covered his body with the power of death, these undead gradually emerged onto the plain.

The hidden Dragon King glanced at the undead below who started converging towards him and worshipped him; his wings large enough to cover the sky dome, gently flapped.

A hurricane laden with Death Qi swept across the plain, causing countless lower undead to perish while also making the Dragon King disappear into the sky above the plain.

“Such a vast land, to some extent, can be considered a world in itself.”

The Dragon King surveyed this world dominated by death and then realized unexpectedly vast this Bone Earth was, comparable to a medium-sized world.

However, he had not forgotten that this world was actually just the Divine Kingdom of a deity; a controller of the Death God Position, built upon the Laws of the world in a Semi Plane.

Logically speaking, the size of Divine Kingdoms are extremely limited and cannot compare with worlds, but there are always exceptions, and what Muria now saw was the Divine Kingdom controlled by an ancient existence that did not belong to the usual sequence of deities.

Primordial Ancient Gods, existences born with the world itself, naturally wielding divine might like natural epics. Yet, compared to the mysterious Dark Void, some ancient gods clearly found worlds where they could roam at will more enticing.

Thus, the oldest managers maintaining the operation of World Laws appeared. Elasia had similar beings, though such beings were quite low-key. A typical representative was Yaga, an ancient god of death who acted as an adjutant to other gods—exceptionally discreet, almost never intervening in matters.

And now, Muria was about to see a being similar to the death god Yaga—of course, only possessing the same primordial God Position. Although Muria had not seen him, their imposing aura couldn’t be compared; after all, Yaga was a big shot who had actively given up the God Position [Death].

Do such primordial deities truly weaken after relinquishing the God Position [Death]? Probably not. They could endure the passage of time, witnessing the succession of one death god after another, which sufficiently demonstrated everything.

“This is the foundation of a Primordial God!”

Although quite clear that this death god could hardly be compared with the existence in his Mother World, Muria also knew he had no right to underestimate such beings.

Even if problematic, the identity of a primordial god controlling [Death] in a great world would not change, and Muria remembered that this entity was used by another primordial god to scheme against him.

The undulating Bone Mountain Range, the Ghost Sea where billions of souls roamed, the Forest of the Dead nurturing thousands of undead, the majestic and imposing Mummy Cemetery Group, the Systematic and orderly Kingdom of the Dead… As Muria flew over the Netherworld, he saw many breathtaking sights.

He saw order in this world dominated by the undead, an order belonging to the dead. The undead had built their own kingdom in this forbidden land for creatures.

And all this moved Muria’s heart, and he wanted it—greed wildly growing within.

“I can take over!”

This was the thought that surfaced in Muria’s mind as he surveyed a corner of the vast Bone Earth. If he could kill the owner of this Divine Kingdom, with the Death God Position he controlled, he had the potential to incorporate this kingdom of the dead into his own domain.

At that moment, having made up his mind, Muria saw the owner of this kingdom—a primordial Ancient Divine Spirit with feet on the ground and a head reaching into the dark sky dome.

He wore a set of heavy purple-black armor, holding a rust-spotted Greatsword in hand, an ancient and vast aura nurtured over eons pervading his being.

And this ancient divine being, whose actions were completely mismatched with his long existence, held the clearly powerful Greatsword in his hand, roaring at an unknown enemy in the sky.

Out of caution, Muria, who had already concealed his presence, carefully observed the direction from which the ancient god of death roared but, unsurprisingly, saw nothing.

Feeling like a fool for his actions just then, Muria concluded one thing, “This ancient god’s mind is troubled.”

Thus, Muria’s gaze fell upon the ancient god, who had a godly form of several kilometers. He couldn’t see what it specifically looked like because it was all hidden under a set of thick armor, the only certainty being that this ancient god was humanoid.

However, Muria did not care about the form of this ancient god; he carefully examined the traces on the deity’s armor, then noticed various brutal marks that were still present, almost covering every part.

“It seems he has been through a ferocious battle. That does match the old man’s claim.”

It was easy for him to conclude that this god of death, who proclaimed himself as the Undead Emperor, had experienced a vast and brutal battle—a battle that had caused a great world to crumble and had driven an ancient divine spirit into madness.

“What a pity, just a bit of bad luck!”

Muria’s gaze landed on the ancient god’s head, where, within the helmet, was a wooden arrow embedded deep, only half remaining—emitting a lush, verdant glow that still flowed around it.

Similar traces, upon closer examination, could be found in abundance across the ancient god’s body. It was these injuries that led to his clouded divine will, resulting in his own kind using him as a tool for scheming against the younger generations.

“If you were still coherent, you would definitely still have a place in today’s world, but now, you’re out of the game.”

Muria was well aware of the immense power possessed by the sun god who schemed against him, and the ancient god before him, who roared into the void, possessed even greater power.

Yet, the disparity in status between the two ancient gods was clear—one had the qualifications to lead the gods and divide the world, while the other had been reduced to a mere tool.

“What? Are you my mount?”

Suddenly, the ancient god of death’s roaring gradually ceased, and his gaze, shining with cold Nether Fire, fell on Muria, issuing a declaration that infuriated the Dragon King.

“No, no, you are mistaken.”

While plotting how to defeat this ancient god, Muria firmly refused. After holding back the anger in his heart, he decided to test the waters.

“I am your successor!”

“Successor?” Upon receiving the message from Muria, the ancient death god looked slightly puzzled at first, but soon his gaze turned dangerous,
“I have no successor. I am the immortal Undead Emperor; I do not need a successor. You are indeed my mount; I am not mistaken. Are you speaking of succession? Do you intend to betray me and usurp my divine position?”

“No, I…” Muria, sensing the danger escalating from the Undead Emperor, was about to say something, but the clearly troubled ancient god did not give him a chance to argue further; the Sword of the Dead in his hand chopped down toward him.

“Traitor, meet your end!”

“I am not your mount, nor do I have any hierarchical relationship with you.”

With such a wide and forceful attack, Muria easily dodged, and within Muria’s eyes filled with pained regret, the sword of the Undead Emperor struck the ground.

Thus, a vast abyss stretched for thousands of miles appeared; this was the mark left by a casual strike of an ancient god. Along with this strike, millions of undead were annihilated, including an Undead City that happened to be directly in the path of the spreading sword energy, utterly massacred.

“Damn!”

Witnessing such a brutal scene, the Dragon King who avoided the strike cursed. He had already regarded this divine kingdom as his own, so the strike felt as though it had landed on his own body, causing a phantom pain.

“Not a mount? A successor? An invader? Unknowingly wishing to challenge my existence, hahaha, let me think, it has been long since a younger one dared to challenge me. I didn’t expect another to appear now.”

The Undead Emperor continued to immerse himself in his own world, talking to himself, and unknown if this touched something within him, the body of this god of death began to thrash wildly, drawing upon the power of the entire kingdom,
“As such, I grant you the opportunity to challenge me. If you win, all that I possess shall be yours, but if you lose, all you possess shall be mine.”

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