It was a gray space, with a purple sky on the foreheads of the mountains, and a void above the sky.

Gray clouds, gray fog, and the occasional bubbles spit out in the swamps on the ground are also gray.

It is a paradise for the dead and the devil, a pure land for skeletons and zombies. There is not a single living person to be seen here, for this is the primeval underworld.

To be exact, this is the lost primeval underworld.

Because it has been a long time since there has been no Lord Death, and there is no solemn temple of the God of Death.

Compared to the prosperity of the primeval demon realm after the return of all races, the underworld is as lifeless as ever.

The primeval underworld was born after the primeval god realm and the demon realm, and was the place of the sunken corpses of the two realms and even the primeval universe void.

Legend has it that whenever someone dies, the body is thrown into the void turbulence. Year after year, day after day. Countless millennia later, the endless corpses formed a strange and eerie continent, the Ancient Underworld.

Everything in this continent is made up of corpses. Bones turned into mountains, souls turned into air, flesh and blood turned into swamps.

At some point, a skeleton emerged from a swamp on the ground and began to absorb the spirit energy in the air.

With the first, there was the second, and soon, there were countless walking skeletons on this forgotten road.

The skeleton walked numbly on the swamp, almost instinctively absorbing the soul energy in the air.

The skeletons are not all in human form, but there are also hideous and terrifying primeval demon beasts, evil and twisted primeval demons, and holy and tall primeval gods.

The bones of the primeval demons are black, the bones of the gods are golden, and the bones of the demon beasts are green.

Gradually, some skeletons relied on soul energy to grow flesh and blood, and became walking corpses.

There are also some skeletons that have been silently weathered and turned into smoke and dust because their bones have been corroded by time, but although the skeletons are dead, there are unwilling souls floating out of the skulls and becoming resentful spirits.

As the years passed, there were three kinds of necromantic creatures scattered throughout this forgotten land: skeletons, walking corpses, and wraiths.

The soul energy is endless, and the three necromantic creatures continue to strengthen themselves in the process of absorbing soul energy, and finally open up a new spiritual sense.

After turning on their spiritual senses, they begin to search for the meaning of their existence.

However, they soon discovered that they belonged neither to the living nor to the dead.

Regardless of whether they were gods or demons in their lifetime, they could never return to the world they were born in, and they could only stay in the primeval underworld and be forgotten by all beings.

As the power they control grows stronger, they begin to be reluctant, they want to be noticed again, and they seek to prove their existence.

So, they began to elect their own kings and form a strong army.

Eventually, the Grim Reaper was born, leading the Grim Reaper Legion to conquer the countless planes of the Cosmic Void.

The Grim Reaper competed with the primeval god realm, and the primeval demon realm, and in the continuous killing and melee, finally made all the races of the primeval universe admit the existence of the primeval underworld, and the name of the god of death also spread throughout the primeval universe.

Later, the Heavenly Dao was born, and the Ancient Underworld, like the Ancient God Realm and the Ancient Demon Realm, became the opponent of the Heavenly Dao to prove itself.

The primeval underworld was the last continent to be destroyed by the Heavenly Dao, and the Grim Reaper was also the last enemy of the Heavenly Dao.

Like the Ancient Demon Realm and the God Realm, even though the Heavenly Dao killed the Reaper and all the armies under her command, it was unable to destroy the entire Ancient Netherworld Continent. He knew that in countless millennia, the primeval underworld would give birth to a new god of death.

Today's primeval underworld is as desolate and lifeless as ever. However, a new and powerful necromantic being has been born.

The skeleton clan, through the devouring soul energy, gradually put on armor, picked up the sword soldiers, and tamed their own death horses. The realm of skeletons occupies the central region of the primeval underworld, and due to its large population, it is ruled by four skeleton kings.

Today's Corpse Clan is also incomparably powerful, and compared to the Skeleton Clan, the Corpse Clan is more united, and is always led by the Immortal Corpse King himself.

The resentful spirits in the north are the weakest race in the primeval underworld, because the resentful spirit attack belongs to the divine soul attack, and whether it is the skeleton clan or the corpse clan, their divine souls are all ** compatible with the only one, and there are almost no flaws.

However, the Wraiths are not without the power to fight back against the Skeleton Clan and the Corpse Ancestors, they can unleash the cold of death, summon extreme frost and blizzards, so as to freeze the bodies of their enemies, and then shatter their bodies and spirits together.

The three necromantic creatures fought and collaborated with each other, and when faced with the invasion of starry sky monsters and extraterritorial demons, they would join forces to fight for the primeval underworld. However, with the improvement of strength, there are few foreign enemies in the primeval underworld now, and even the powerful Void Lord does not dare to set foot in the primeval underworld easily.

As the power grows, the chaotic primeval underworld increasingly needs a king to rule and manage, end the long civil strife, unify the primeval underworld, and lead them to slaughter the cosmic void.

In order to elect a new Grim Reaper, the Immortal Corpse King and the four Skeletron Kings, as well as the Wraith Queen in the north, who has mastered the mysteries of death frost, begin an endless campaign to kill, and none of the three races will obey anyone.

The endless killing campaign is both destruction and baptism.

Although many people died, the fighting power of those who survived became stronger and stronger.

The four Skeleton Kings took the lead in raising their combat power to the Dao Ancestor realm, and then, the Immortal Corpse King came from behind and directly ascended to the Supreme Dao Ancestor realm.

When the leader of the Skeleton Clan and the leader of the Corpse Clan cultivated for successive breakthroughs, the Queen of the Resentful Spirit in the north had not moved.

It wasn't until one day, when the Queen of the Wraithing wore the Ice Crown on her head and rode the Frost Dragon to look down on the entire Ancient Underworld Continent, that people discovered that she had awakened all the power of the Ancient Gods and Demons, mastered the power of the Necromantic Frost Chaos Origin, and became an existence that surpassed the Supreme Dao Ancestor.

Although the Resentful Spirit Queen's combat power has increased greatly, due to the low overall combat power of the Resentful Spirit Clan, she is the Grim Reaper, and the Skeleton Clan and the Corpse Clan are naturally unconvinced.

In the following battle, the combat power of the four Skeleton Kings was raised to the realm of the Supreme Dao Ancestor, and the Immortal Corpse King also followed the Queen of the Resentful Spirit, awakening the full power of the primeval gods and demons and mastering the Chaos Corpse Qi.

As the combat power of the three clans increased, the battle became more and more brutal.

Due to the frequent wars, the soul energy of the Ancient Underworld Continent was very overdrawn, and a large area of barren land appeared, until the three clans could no longer bear more casualties, and began to declare a truce.

With this stop, the war never started again.

Because they know that no matter how many years they fight, the result will be the same...... Perhaps the primeval underworld Grim Reaper would not have spawned from among them at all.

North, Ice Throne.

The Wraith Queen sat on a high throne of ice and looked into the distance.

Perhaps the Grim Reaper is not chosen by force at all, but that someone is born to be the Grim Reaper.

Just then, a raven appeared in the Queen's sight.

In the human world, the crow represents death and ominousness, while in the primeval underworld, the crow is a rare auspicious sign.

At the sight of the crow, the queen was shocked and immediately stood up from the throne.

It has been a long time since a crow appeared in the primeval underworld, and even this creature has become a kind of legend.

According to legend, when the Grim Reaper was born, a crow reported the dawn and spread the name of the Grim Reaper throughout the continent.

Also paying attention to this crow are the Immortal Corpse King of the South, as well as the four Skeleton Kings of the Central Four Kingdoms.

With their divine thoughts, they could track the crow's movements, and then they watched as the crow flew through every corner of the primeval underworld, making strange calls, as if chanting a person's name.

"Auntie, Auntie......"

After the crows crowed throughout the primeval underworld, the last of them to fly to the west vanished into the Death Swamp.

The Swamp of Death in the West, where soul energy is thin, is not suitable for undead creatures.

And there has never been a place where powerful necromantic creatures have been born, and all that has survived are broken skeletons, walking corpses covered with rotting corpses.

Due to the disappearance of the crow in the Death Swamp, the powerhouses of the primeval underworld invariably threw their divine thoughts into where.

They watched closely the barren lands of the West, but found nothing.

Because they can't perceive the unparalleled potential of a necromantic creature, they can't even perceive the existence of a high-level spiritual consciousness.

Just when the primeval underworld master almost no longer had hope in the Death Swamp and withdrew his divine thoughts, a skeleton stretched out its palm as white as jade from the ground and crawled out of the ground inch by inch......