Grand Ambition

Another few centuries passed.

As Hermes felt increasingly impatient, the crimson flames on Bamer's body vanished.

He suddenly opened his eyes!

A cluster of crimson law radiance shot out from his pupils.

Boom~!

A giant tree in the courtyard burst into flames,

and at the same time disintegrated into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hermes merely watched all this with indifference; clearly, this bit of overflowing strength did not catch his eye.

"I have to say, Bamer, you've finally finished your seclusion!"

Hermes said with a smile.

He had entered closed-door cultivation at the same time as Bamer, but not only had he finished his seclusion long ago,

he had even taken the time to go to Demon Castle to exchange Ink Stones for Earth Crystals, and had even extracted more than a single drop of Sovereign's Might.

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

A trace of surprise flashed in Bamer's eyes, which immediately turned into understanding.

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

"My lord, your progress is truly awe-inspiring!"

First giving a respectful bow, Bamer then spoke with admiration in his voice, "During your seclusion, my lord, I entered seclusion several times in succession yet failed to find the point of resonance between the Soul Profound Mystery and the Fire Body Technique."

"After going in and out of seclusion several times, it wasn't until I saw the rhythm of the laws on you, my lord, that I experienced a sudden flash of enlightenment."

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

In his heart, Bamer felt increasingly glad about his initial decision to follow Hermes.

Though it was just a flash of insight, his inner conviction grew firmer.

"Many thanks, my lord!"

Bamer bowed once more.

Although the catalyst for his epiphany was not something Hermes could control, he was nonetheless deeply grateful.

To Bamer, this was the greatest favor imaginable.

If following Hermes could grant one an opportunity for sudden enlightenment, probably no super expert, short of a Paragon, would fail to be tempted.

Hermes smiled faintly, "An increase in strength is only a matter of time; the crucial thing is how to utilize it."

"Bamer, have you completely fused three Mysteries?"

Bamer nodded.

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

At this, a trace of fanatical expression immediately arose in Bamer's eyes.

"This epiphany not only allowed me to fuse the Soul Profound Mystery and the Fire Body Profound Mystery in one stroke, but it also directly fused the Fire Element, the Fire Body Technique, and the Soul Profound Mystery to completion."

"Haha, in that case, you possess the strength of a Six-star Demon."

Hermes laughed.

The guess in his heart was drawing closer and closer to the truth.

"Are you kidding me? Where is fusing two Mysteries into three so easily achieved?"

The reality was much the same.

Thus, Hermes's attitude toward Bamer also grew increasingly warm and cordial.

This made Bamer even more grateful, feeling almost like a two-way rush toward each other.

A glimmer of anticipation flashed in Hermes's eyes, "We will inevitably become super experts renowned throughout Hell. I can't wait to see if this world will change under our feet? Will it be better, or worse?"

This bold spirit of his instantly infected Bamer, who had just fused three Mysteries and broken through to a Six-star Demon.

"Hahahaha~!"

"Good~!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, then walked one after the other out of the dwelling where they had been in seclusion.

There was no arrogance in success.

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

The terrifying soul fluctuations that flashed and vanished on Hermes were proof of this.

"My lord is still a Middle God, yet I cannot see through him at all."

This was what a super expert was like, radiating the charm of the strong at every moment.

Bamer knew all too well that given the boundless expanse of Hell, a mere Six-star Demon was simply not worth mentioning.

Placed on the Plane Battlefield, he was nothing more than a minor soldier in the cannon-fodder legion.

There was only unremitting, diligent cultivation, and the continuous pursuit of greater strength.

There was no end to it.

To be this strong, yet still unwilling to break through—I have to say, Lord Hermes's ambitions are truly far-reaching!

Bamer thought to himself.

Emerging from the residential area of Yilan City, Hermes and Bamer walked side by side.

The early morning street was softly veiled in a thin layer of mist. As the morning sun rose, Yilan City was instantly draped in a golden gauze.

One tall and one short, one robust and one lean, their figures gradually receded against the rising sun of Hell.

All that remained was that giant tree, reduced to ashes, testifying to the fact that it had once existed.

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

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

Consignment or auction undoubtedly yielded more Ink Stones, but it truly wasted too much time.

Bamer did not care about these few Ink Stones, and since he was already Hermes's follower, he had to take Hermes's lead.

In the future, the likelihood of remaining in Yilan City was truly small.

"You can! Compared to the entire Hell Plane, Yilan City is utterly inconspicuous."

Even if he were to purchase property inside a city in the future, Hermes would only choose cities close to the Plane Teleportation Array, as venturing out on adventures from there would be much more convenient.

Even though Yilan City was not far either!

Compared to the scale of other cities in the Hell Plane, it could only be considered a remote backwater or a impoverished out-of-the-way place.

The most ideal approach was to carve out a large piece of territory in the wilderness.

Then, just like Mos of Milo Island, build a private city.

As long as one's strength was sufficient, the strong could dictate the rules, or act upon 'my rules are the rules'.

"Then... sorry to keep you waiting a moment, my lord!"

Crimson divine power surged violently around Bamer, and his figure vanished in the blink of an eye.

To increase his speed, he did not hesitate to use High-level God Power. Flying was forbidden within the city, but god-level experts had plenty of ways to circumvent this.

Wasn't it just a matter of accelerating movement speed with divine power? Anyway, no matter how fast the speed, as long as one's feet did not leave the ground, it didn't count as flying.

No matter who asked, he hadn't violated the Sovereign's rules.

Let me ask you, did he fly or not?

Naturally, the lofty Sovereigns could not possibly bother to check into such matters personally, and even if a super expert violated a minor rule,

no one would pursue the matter.

However, the ban on violence within the city was strictly enforced.

Only the City Guards under the city lord were qualified to fly; they were the actual law enforcers of every city.

Without such privileges, maintaining order would probably be impossible.

While waiting for Bamer, Hermes was not idle either, calmly and leisurely strolling through Yilan City for a while.

He didn't leave the street where he had been standing earlier, just walking around casually.

In Hell,

every official city was established with the approval of the Sovereigns; the large magic arrays densely engraved on the city walls were the proof.

Every stone brick and every wall here seemed to be telling an ancient story.

Any so-called antiquity and heritage appeared utterly insignificant in front of a city that existed eternally.

Hermes's gaze suddenly landed on the city wall of Yilan City, lingering for a moment on the densely packed magic arrays.

"It's the handiwork of a Sovereign!"

He recalled the teleportation scroll he had bought from that Demon Horn Merchant last time, of which he had only tested a few so far.

The teleportation distance was a hundred meters, and the delay was as long as one second.

These were all fatal flaws!

Moreover, the magic array engraved on the teleportation scroll was also overly simple.

It seemed to fuse the Laws of Wind and the Earth Walking Technique of the Great Earth Law.

It was extremely crude!