Heroic Spirit

Several hundred more years passed.

Just as Hermes was growing increasingly impatient, the crimson flames on Bamer's body vanished.

He snapped his eyes open!

A cluster of crimson law radiance shot from his pupils.

"Boom~!"

A massive tree in the courtyard burst into flames, and at the same time, it visibly disintegrated into ash.

Hermes merely watched this indifferently; clearly, this minor overflow of power did not impress him.

"I say, Bamer, you've finally finished cultivating!"

Hermes said with a smile.

He had gone into seclusion at the same time as Bamer, but not only had he emerged long ago, he had also taken the time to go to the Demon Castle and exchange Ink Stone for Earth Crystals, even extracting more than one drop of Sovereign Power.

Glancing at Hermes, Bamer sensed that the other's aura had grown even more formidable and restrained.

A flicker of surprise passed through Bamer's eyes, then gave way to acceptance.

He knew Hermes's strength far surpassed his own, but he hadn't expected the other to make such tremendous progress in so short a time.

"Milord, your progress is truly astonishing!"

First, he offered a respectful bow, then his voice carried admiration, "During Milord's seclusion, I attempted seclusion several times but could never find the point of convergence between the Soul Profound Mystery and the Fire Body Technique."

"I entered and exited seclusion repeatedly, until I saw the law rhythm on Milord's body and suddenly had an epiphany."

He was genuinely grateful; such an opportunity for enlightenment was something many might not encounter even once in a lifetime.

Bamer felt increasingly fortunate about his decision to follow Hermes.

Though it was a flash of insight, his resolve only grew stronger.

"Thank you, Milord!"

Bamer bowed again.

Even though Hermes had no control over triggering his epiphany, he was still deeply thankful.

To Bamer, this was the greatest favor he could receive.

If following Hermes meant gaining a chance at enlightenment, then aside from those at Grand Perfection, there was hardly any super-strong expert who wouldn't be tempted.

Hermes smiled faintly, "Improving strength is just a matter of time; the key lies in how you use it."

"Bamer, have you fully fused all three profound mysteries?"

Bamer nodded.

"I first fused the Fire Element with the Soul Profound Mystery, but the Soul Profound Mystery and the Fire Body Technique had no lead at all."

As he spoke, a fervent gleam immediately appeared in Bamer's eyes.

"This epiphany not only let me fuse the Soul Profound Mystery and the Fire Body Technique in one go, but also directly achieved the grand fusion of the Fire Element, the Fire Body Technique, and the Soul Profound Mystery."

"Haha, then that makes you a Six-star Demon in strength."

Hermes laughed.

The guess forming in his mind was drawing closer to the truth.

"No kidding, fusing two profound mysteries into three is hardly that easy to accomplish?"

The reality was much the same.

Thus, Hermes's attitude toward Bamer grew even warmer and more amiable.

This made Bamer even more grateful, as if they were moving toward each other in mutual devotion.

A glint of anticipation flashed in Hermes's eyes, "We will surely become super-strong experts renowned throughout Hell. I can't wait to see—will this world change under our feet? For better, or for worse?"

This bold spirit of his instantly infected Bamer, who had just broken through to Six-star Demon by fusing three profound mysteries.

"Hahaha~!"

"Excellent~!"

The two exchanged a smile, then walked out of their secluded dwelling one after the other.

There was no arrogance upon achieving success.

At the same time, Bamer knew that while he had grown stronger, Hermes would only become stronger still.

The terrifying soul fluctuation that flickered briefly from Hermes was clear proof.

"Milord is still a Middle God, yet I can't see through him at all."

This was the mark of a super-strong expert—radiating the charm of a powerhouse at all times.

Bamer knew all too well that in the vast, boundless expanse of Hell, a mere Six-star Demon was utterly insignificant.

On the Plane Battlefield, he was nothing more than a single soldier in a legion of cannon fodder.

Only through relentless cultivation and training, only by constantly growing stronger—

Endlessly.

"To be this strong and still refuse to break through, I have to say Lord Hermes has grand ambitions!"

Bamer thought to himself.

Leaving the residential district of Yilan City, Hermes and Bamer walked side by side.

The morning streets were gently veiled in a thin layer of mist. As the blazing sun rose, Yilan City was instantly draped in a golden gauze.

One tall, one short; one sturdy, one lean—their figures gradually faded into the distance, facing the rising sun of Hell.

All that remained was the giant tree reduced to ashes, a testament to its former existence.

"Milord, should I sell the property to the Demon Castle first?"

On the streets of Yilan City, Bamer spoke to Hermes.

Consignment or auction would undoubtedly fetch more Ink Stone, but it would be far too time-consuming.

Bamer didn't care about that bit of Ink Stone, and since he was already Hermes' follower, he had to put Hermes first.

In the future, the likelihood of staying in Yilan City was slim.

"That works! Compared to the entire Hell Plane, Yilan City is utterly insignificant."

Even if he were to buy property within a city in the future, Hermes would only choose one close to the Plane Teleportation Array, making it more convenient for expeditions.

Yilan City wasn't far either!

But compared to the scale of other cities in the Hell Plane, it could only be considered a backwater or a remote, impoverished corner.

The ideal scenario was still to claim a large territory in the wilderness.

Then build a private city like Mo Si did on Milo Island.

As long as one was strong enough, the strong could set the rules—or 'my rules are the rules.'

"Then... please wait for me a moment, Milord!"

A burst of crimson divine power suddenly surged around Bamer, and his figure vanished in the blink of an eye.

To increase his speed, he didn't hesitate to use High-level God Power. Flight was forbidden within the city, but God-level Experts had plenty of ways to circumvent that.

Just use divine power to accelerate walking speed, right? No matter how fast, as long as your feet didn't leave the ground, it wasn't flying.

No matter who asked, it didn't violate the Sovereign God's rules.

So tell me, was he flying or not?

The lofty Sovereign God naturally wouldn't bother to inquire, and even if some super-strong expert bent the rules a little, no one would pursue it.

However, the ban on using force within the city was still strictly enforced.

Only the City Guard under the City Lord's command had the right to fly; they were the actual enforcers in every city.

Without such privileges, it would probably be impossible to maintain order.

While waiting for Bamer, Hermes didn't idle either. He calmly and leisurely strolled around Yilan City.

He didn't leave the street he'd been standing on, just wandered a bit.

In Hell, every official city was established with the approval of a Sovereign God. The densely engraved large-scale Magic Arrays on the city walls were the proof.

Every brick and every wall here seemed to tell ancient stories.

Any so-called antiquity or heritage seemed utterly insignificant before these eternal cities.

Hermes' gaze suddenly fell on the walls of Yilan City, lingering for a moment on the dense Magic Arrays.

"This is the work of a Sovereign God!"

He recalled the Teleportation Scroll he'd bought from that Demon Horn Merchant last time; he'd only tested a few so far.

A teleportation distance of a hundred meters, with a delay of a full second.

These were fatal flaws!

Moreover, the Magic Array inscribed on the Teleportation Scroll was far too simple.

It seemed to be a crude fusion of the Wind Element Law and the Earth Walking Technique from the Great Earth Law.

Extremely crude!