Universe’s Ultimate BOSS

The underworld.

The territory ruled by death.

The sky here was dark and the air was thick with yin energy.

Wang Hao was led by the Lord of Death to a palace, where many pale-faced women looked at him.

But these women's eyes gleamed with golden light, like prisoners seeing beautiful women.

"Who are they?! Why are they looking at me like that?!"

Wang Hao got goosebumps from being stared at so intently. He felt that if the Lord of Death hadn't been by his side, he would definitely have lost his innocence.

The Lord of Death said calmly, "They are ghost cultivators who want to drain your yang energy."

"A female ghost!"

Wang Hao exclaimed in surprise, feeling that he was hopelessly handsome.

It's one thing for this to drive women crazy in the human world, but it can even charm female ghosts in the underworld.

The Lord of Death shook his head and said, "They are ghost cultivators, not female ghosts!"

Wang Hao asked curiously, "Is there a difference?!"

The Lord of Death explained, "Female ghosts are the souls of mortals after they die. They are sucked into the eighteen levels of hell and then reincarnated. To become a ghost cultivator, one must abandon the physical body and let the primordial spirit enter the underworld to cultivate."

"Abandon the physical body!?"

Wang Hao looked completely bewildered, not understanding why a perfectly healthy person would abandon their physical body for no reason!

The Lord of Death continued, "There are many reasons for abandoning the physical body. Some people have had their bodies destroyed and don't want to possess others; others are being hunted by enemies and have no choice but to hide in the underworld for refuge; and still others simply want to become ghost cultivators..."

Wang Hao nodded and stopped asking about these things.

After all, everyone has their own preferences; just because he doesn't like ghost cultivators doesn't mean others don't.

Moreover, the Lord of Death is right; the underworld is indeed a good refuge, because it is a place where one is only allowed to enter, but not to leave.

As long as someone has the courage to abandon their physical body and enter, their enemies won't have the courage to chase them in, unless they have a deep-seated hatred that is irreconcilable.

"Alright, come with me!"

The Lord of Death remained expressionless as he strode toward the palace.

"Wait for me..."

Wang Hao hurriedly followed, fearing that the female ghost cultivators would take advantage of the Death Lord's inattention and pin him to the ground to violate him.

Before long, Wang Hao followed the Lord of Death to a hot spring. The surface of the water was shrouded in mist, and the water was naturally clear.

Even just standing on the sidelines gives you a feeling of spiritual elevation.

Wang Hao exclaimed, "What an amazing hot spring!"

The Lord of Death said calmly, "This is the Spring of the Underworld."

Immersing oneself in it not only cleanses the mind and body, elevates the soul, but also unlocks one's potential, leading to an unimaginable leap forward.

Wang Hao couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you didn't ask you to bring me here so I could use this Netherworld Spring to increase my potential, did you?!"

The Lord of Death said with some reluctance, "This Netherworld Spring has been condensed for countless years to form such a small amount. If my master hadn't told you to use it, I would never have brought you here."

"You really want me to use it!?"

Wang Hao exclaimed in surprise, realizing he had been judging others by his own petty standards.

He thought the Creator God had arranged some kind of inhuman training for him, but who knew it would be such a nice thing as soaking in a hot spring.

The Lord of Death nodded and said, "That's right, it's for you to use!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Wang Hao smiled happily, then leaped into the Netherworld Spring.

"Splash..."

In an instant, the spring water boiled, and the sound of churning water echoed continuously.

"What's going on!?"

Wang Hao's expression changed, and he quickly rushed towards the shore.

He now only felt terrifying energies surging into his body, as if he had been thrown into a pond of piranhas, his flesh being frantically devoured.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. If you want to unlock your potential, you have to pay a price!

The Lord of Death stood expressionless on the shore, then raised his hand and waved it, sending Wang Hao back into the Netherworld Spring.

"Holy shit!"

Wang Hao cursed, feeling like he'd been tricked again.

This may seem like a benefit on the surface, but the suffering involved is no less.

At the same time, Wang Hao also made a solemn vow in his heart that he would definitely prepare some good things to welcome his new hometown little brother in the future, so that he would know how much his older brother loves him.

And then there's the ice-cold Lord of Death, who will definitely carve the words "retail price one cent" onto his body, then package him up and sell him off cheaply to the Elf God, so he can live with that shame for the rest of his life.

Just then, terrifying, almost insane energies surged through Wang Hao's limbs and bones like wild horses.

Wang Hao's body trembled slightly, and he could vaguely sense that as this terrifying energy coursed through his limbs and bones, his muscles, bones, and blood were undergoing a tremendous transformation.

However, the price of this transformation is pain, a pain that is not limited to the physical body, but a pain that penetrates the soul and pierces the bone marrow.

Even Wang Hao's vision began to blur, and he had an urge to faint.

"Are they about to give up!?"

The Lord of Death raised an eyebrow, preparing to lend a helping hand to Wang Hao.

It's important to understand that the Netherworld Spring is the core of the Netherworld, containing the energy of the entire Netherworld. It's quite normal that Wang Hao, a mid-level God Emperor, couldn't withstand it.

Just then, the system voice suddenly sounded, "The host is in danger. It is recommended to upgrade the Heavenly Venerable Divine Skill."

Wang Hao mumbled in a daze, "Upgrade me!"

"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for using 2 ultimate upgrade opportunities, plus 1 billion God and Demon Points to upgrade the Heavenly Venerable Divine Art!"

In an instant, countless insights flooded Wang Hao's mind, like a dried-up well receiving fresh water.

"roar……"

Wang Hao roared and quickly activated the new version of the Heavenly Venerable Divine Skill, instantly enveloping his body in a layer of holy light.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

At the same time, Wang Hao's powerful heartbeat rang out, as loud as a drumbeat.

"What's going on!?"

The Lord of Death's eyes revealed a strange look. He couldn't understand why it had suddenly unleashed its power when it was already low on health.

At the same time, the Lord of Death also discovered that Wang Hao was transforming at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only had the blood and qi in his body become incredibly powerful, but it was also surging like a long, rolling river.

His bones and flesh exuded a sacred aura, with dazzling golden light shimmering from them.

………

The Celestial Realm.

The Celestial Ruler stood on the ruins of the City of Destiny, contemplating life.

Now the Lord of Fate has been killed by Wang Hao, who has escaped, and the legendary God of Heaven has not descended.

If the Creator God or Wang Hao were to come looking for trouble, he would be certain to die. Therefore, the number one divine skill in the world became his only lifeline.

"Judging from the current situation, it seems that I don't have enough talent, so I can only make up for it with hard work!"

The Sky Dominator's brows revealed a stubbornness, as if he would not give up until he succeeded...