On a not-so-imposing Skeleton Mountain, which appeared quite ordinary in its surroundings, a Corpse Ghost with withered flesh tightly clinging to its bones, looked up at the Dragon of Annihilation flying across the sky, and spoke out,
"..."
Upon hearing this soul transmission, Muria looked down, gazed at the Corpse Turtle occupying the Skeleton Mountain, and at the earthy yellow divine light flowing from its eye sockets, and could not help but feel speechless.
That Ancient Divine Spirit who created the Netherworld has now turned it into a sieve, feeling as if any deity could dispatch an avatar to infiltrate it. This was too lax, especially considering this was a Divine Kingdom.
The fact that other deities had penetrated it to this extent already demonstrated how muddled that one Sovereign's consciousness had become. However, it was not his concern for now. If he could rule this Undead Kingdom in the future, such incidents would naturally not occur.