At the peak of Jiuyuan Mountain in the Underworld, there is a black lake. The lake water is like the abyss of the night, so dark and profound that it''s suffocating. The surface of the lake is as calm as a mirror, as if any slight ripple would shatter this deathly stillness.


    However, at this moment, there is a black cocoon in the lake, quietly undergoing a transformation. This cocoon was originally just a drop of black blood, but it contains the power of destruction. Over countless years, this drop of blood has continuously absorbed the spiritual energy and the aura of destruction around it, gradually becoming more and more solid.


    Each beat of the cocoon contains powerful energy, and each slight fluctuation brings about new changes. Gradually, this black cocoon begins to exhibit a strange luster, and its surface seems to be covered with a layer of fine textures, just like ancient runes, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere. The surrounding spiritual energy and the aura of destruction are drawn by some invisible force, frantically surging towards this cocoon, making it stand out even more in the lake.


    Time flies by, and I don''t know how many tens of thousands of years have passed. This black cocoon finally achieves a qualitative leap. The black blood originally wrapped in the cocoon gradually condenses into a more advanced form - the Innate Dao Body. This Dao Body not only contains infinite destructive power but also integrates the Dao rhythm rules in the marrow of the gods and demons, making its charm reach a higher level.


    At this moment, a powerful fluctuation suddenly surges out from the lake, and all the spiritual energy and the aura of destruction between heaven and earth are drawn in by this force. The lake water churns violently, forming black whirlpools, and fragments of Dao rhythm rules flash from time to time in the whirlpools, as if telling some ancient and powerful secrets.


    As the fluctuation intensifies, the drop of black blood in the center of the lake finally solidifies completely and transforms into a human-shaped outline. This outline gradually becomes clear and finally takes the form of a tall man. The man is dressed in a black robe, with long black hair draped over his shoulders, and his features are handsome and noble. He slowly opens his eyes, with a profound gaze, as if piercing through the darkness of the Underworld and looking towards a more distant Great Dao.


    The man quietly hovers in the void, feeling the powerful force flowing within his body, and his heart is filled with complex and indifferent emotions. The surrounding spiritual energy and the aura of destruction are still gathering frantically, forming an invisible barrier that surrounds the man.


    Then, the man just waves his sleeve gently, and those barriers seem to be dispelled by an invisible force, revealing the God and Demon Marrow Pool in the lake, which has already been mostly consumed.


    "From now on, there will be no more Ye Wudao in the world. There is only Mortis, the Lord of Destruction!" The man''s voice is not loud, but it is like the tolling of a great bell, echoing in the depths of Jiuyuan Mountain in the Underworld. Each syllable carries a primitive and destructive force, as if it wants to completely tear apart this silent space.


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    The black lake water churns violently, like boiling magma, setting off towering waves. At the bottom of the lake, in the mostly dried-up God and Demon Marrow Pool, the remaining marrow powder also begins to tremble slightly, as if responding to this declaration, or perhaps fearing this power.


    In the dark, a mysterious aura descends, as if from the depths of the universe, and also as if from the end of time. This aura is vast and boundless, yet it also carries a trace of indescribable kindness. It gently brushes over Mortis'' body and then disappears without a trace. This is the recognition of the Great Dao, the blessing of the universe for the new life, and also the recognition of power.


    Mortis slowly rises from the marrow pool, and his black robe flutters in the wind without any wind. He is tall, but not bulky. Instead, he is full of a sense of strength. On his handsome face, a pair of blood-red eyes are like the profound starry sky, shining with a cold light. His expression is indifferent, without the slightest ripple, as if nothing in the world can catch his attention. Arrogant and domineering, this is the first impression he gives people.


    He stands there quietly, like a king ruling the world, looking down on his territory. Mortis'' gaze is cast into the distance, piercing through the thick fog of the Underworld and seeing the whole picture of this world. The gray sky is gloomy, without a single ray of sunlight. The land is barren, with no grass growing, only endless black rocks and gray dust. The Styx River winds its way, and the river water is as black as ink, exuding a nauseating stench of decay. All kinds of strange creatures that exude the power of destruction wander in the Underworld, emitting shrill howls, as if complaining about the cruelty of this world.


    However, there is no disgust in Mortis'' eyes. Instead, a trace of faint sense of belonging appears. This is his home, the place where he was reborn. He belongs here, and here belongs to him.


    "From a weak soul to the current Innate Dao Body, the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal..." Mortis silently reviews his experiences in his heart. He remembers that he used to be an ordinary college student and drowned while trying to save a drowning child. Then, his soul traveled to this chaotic space, witnessed Pangu''s creation of the world, and also witnessed the great battle among the Three Thousand Gods and Demons. In that earth-shattering battle, he accidentally obtained a drop of the essence blood and part of the primordial spirit of the Destruction God and Demon, which led to his current achievements.


    "The weak are prey to the strong, and the fittest survive. And I, possessing the Great Dao of Destruction, am destined to become the master of this world!" His gaze falls on the almost dried-up God and Demon Marrow Pool at his feet. "Tsk, in order to take human form, most of the God and Demon Marrow was actually consumed. This is a precious thing, and it''s a pity that it''s gone like this."


    Although he knows that these sacrifices are worthwhile in order to achieve the Innate Dao Body, there is still a trace of the petty mindset that hasn''t been adjusted yet deep in his heart. After all, he used to be an ordinary college student, and the value he places on resources has been engraved in his bones.


    "Forget it, it''s worth the cost. Consider it an investment." Mortis shakes his head and casts aside that trace of reluctance in his heart. He raises his head, and his gaze becomes firm again. "Now, it''s time to explore this newly born Primordial World."


    Mortis stretches out his hand, and a mass of destructive power appears in his palm. He punches out with his right hand fiercely. "Rumble!" A small black hole suddenly appears in the void in front of Mortis, slowly rotating and exuding a terrifying aura. This black hole is connected to the entrance of the Mortal Realm - the Abyss of Death.


    Looking at the black hole he punched out, the corner of Mortis'' mouth rises slightly, revealing a smile. Then he inserts both hands into the black hole and expands the black hole to a size that can accommodate a person, just like tearing apart a piece of wallpaper.


    "Thirty million years have passed. I hope the current Primordial World can bring me some surprises." Mortis looks at the black hole, steps into it with his legs, and his figure gradually disappears into the Underworld.