Purple Crystal Mountain Range

Comparing the magic array on the Teleportation Scroll to the one on the city wall was like comparing elementary math to advanced calculus—they were not on the same level.

But it wasn't entirely worthless.

Hermes didn't have much knowledge of magic arrays for now, and in the end, he couldn't figure anything out.

He still focused on cultivation.

Research?

That was a matter for the future.

"Truly magnificent!"

Gazing at the colossal magic array on the city wall, Hermes felt a deep shock in his heart.

These magic arrays were not just protective barriers for the city; they were also symbols of the Sovereign's authority.

They were complex and exquisite!

Every symbol and pattern contained immense power, shielding the city's residents from external threats.

Not just bandits, but also the harsh natural environment of the Hell Plane.

Every city in Hell had stood for tens of millions, even billions of years, and would continue to stand.

As long as the Magic Universe was not destroyed and the Sovereign Spark did not vanish, the cities of Hell would endure.

This was the rule of heaven and earth.

Wherever Hermes' gaze fell, the streets were lined with buildings of wildly different styles.

Some soared into the clouds, carved with intricate patterns and designs; others were ancient and elegant, exuding a sense of time's accumulation.

In the shops and markets, all kinds of goods dazzled the eye.

From precious magical materials to everyday necessities, everything was available.

The vendors' cries rose and fell, adding a lively atmosphere to the city.

Hermes casually stepped into a bookstore that looked steeped in history. The shelves were packed with ancient books and scrolls.

He picked up a thick volume at random. The cover was engraved with golden runes, radiating a mysterious aura.

The book itself was already a divine artifact.

Otherwise, it couldn't have been preserved for so long.

At least hundreds of thousands of years!

Flipping through a few pages, it recorded some ancient magic and legends, sparking Hermes' deep interest in the city's history.

But it was just interest.

Not being a Sovereign or a renowned super-strong expert, he wasn't qualified to study this yet.

Leaving the old bookstore, Hermes arrived at a small tavern.

The tavern was tiny in size, likely remodeled later.

Because this direction of the residential area faced the street, the homeowner had applied to the city lord's office to convert it into a tavern.

Regardless of how business was, the value of the building had at least doubled.

"Pretty sharp business sense!"

Hermes gave an honest appraisal.

For the city lord's office, as long as they could collect taxes, remodeling a residential area wasn't a problem.

The small tavern had a warm and lively atmosphere. Guests sat together, chatting freely about their experiences and adventures.

Those who came here to spend were often the permanent residents of this neighborhood.

The stories they told were ancient history from billions of years ago.

No matter how passionately or fervently the storytellers spoke now, they had long lost their spirit of adventure.

Life within the city had worn away the edges they once had.

Adventure? They didn't dare anymore.

Bloody battles could only exist in memories of the past.

He didn't disturb their loud discussions!

Hermes found a corner to sit down, ordered a glass of Oulei Wine, and quietly listened to the stories of the people around him, soaking in the everyday atmosphere of Yilan City.

On the streets of Yilan City, he felt a kind of peace and order different from other places in Hell.

Life here was safe, but it was filled with a sense of stagnation.

Hermes understood that the city's residents, under the protection of their Sovereign, lived a calm and secure existence.

But life was too still.

"Living too long inside a city gradually drains the courage to venture outside."

Bamer's voice drifted lazily.

Though it seemed to describe others, it was also a critique and a spur for himself.

"Oh, finished?"

Hermes showed no surprise. Even while listening to the story, his Spiritual Sense remained fixed on the direction of the street.

A city this vast—if they missed it, finding it again would be no easy task.

"Yes, my lord!"

Bamer nodded. "Actually, thinking back now, buying property in the city was a mistake."

"A safe environment is indeed conducive to cultivation, but it also makes me lose the drive to keep striving."

Hermes nodded.

"Recognizing this is good. Don't forget why you came to Hell."

"Let's go!"

Their figures shot swiftly toward Yilan City's gates.

"Boom~!"

As Hermes had instructed, the Starlight transformed into a spindle-shaped vessel, like a meteor playing in reverse, vanishing into the sky in an instant.

Purple Crystal Mountain Range.

A mysterious place.

Its vastness and grandeur stood out even among the endless wonders of Hell.

Stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles, it was enough to make any creature standing before it feel insignificant.

Such a Purple Crystal Mountain Range was hardly exaggerated by Hell's standards.

Mountain ranges broader than the Purple Crystal Mountain Range were countless even on the Purple Thorn Continent.

Take the Bis Volcano Group, for example.

Though the core of the Bis Volcano Group spanned only a few thousand miles.

If one considered the Bis Volcano Group as part of the Endless Volcanoes, its scope would instantly expand countless times.

By that measure, the Purple Crystal Mountain Range wasn't small.

Because those hundreds of thousands of miles only counted the area where purple crystals were produced and the endless mist covered.

Standing at the edge of the mountain range.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but white mist.

It was as if the mountain range existed only in legend, not visible to the naked eye.

Endless mist flowed slowly above the mountain range, like rivers of white.

Sometimes converging, sometimes dispersing.

Sunlight pierced the sky, spilling onto this sea of mist.

The mist was tinged with a faint red, like the blush on a maiden's cheek, adding a touch of tenderness and mystery.

The body of the Purple Crystal Mountain Range remained hidden within the misty sea, never revealing its true form.

At the edge of the misty sea, countless explorers and treasure hunters gathered.

They came not to behold the splendor of the Purple Crystal Mountain Range, but for the purple crystals.

The vast misty sea not only blocked the Spiritual Sense of God-level Experts but also concealed endless dangers.

Few who had ventured into the misty sea had ever been seen emerging.

"Boom~!"

A spindle-shaped Metal Life streaked through the sky with a trail of fire, landing directly before the castle at the outskirts of the Purple Crystal Mountain Range.

"My lord!"

Bamer descended first from the opened hatch of the Metal Life, then stood respectfully to the side.

This gesture.

Left two Middle Gods in black uniforms utterly stunned.

"A High God demon?"

Vincent Baldivi was baffled.

"Respectfully standing beside a Middle God—this brute must be the young master of some super clan, right?"

He could naturally see the Demon Medal pinned to Hermes's chest, but he couldn't tell it was a Five-star Demon Medal.

Because from the outside, no one could see any difference between Demon Medals.

One-star or seven-star, they all looked the same.

Perhaps a seven-star would be slightly different, but there was no distinction between a one-star Demon's medal and a Five-star Demon's medal.

Only those from Demon Castle could tell them apart, and even then, only because they possessed Deputy Demon Medals.

"You all?"

Vinson spoke first, but he didn't know how to begin.