Silver Moon

These particles, like stars in the night sky, shimmered with a cold and mysterious silver light.

They scattered within Hermes's sea of consciousness, forming a silver mist.

"What is this? It can even enter my sea of consciousness?"

The sound of "crackling~!" continued to echo through his sea of consciousness. The endless silver, particle-like mist rapidly reassembled and arranged itself at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, forming a silver sky curtain shield.

This shield was like an exquisitely woven work of art.

Every line, every structure within it seemed to exude unparalleled exquisiteness and perfection.

The silver sky curtain shield firmly protected Hermes's Soul at its center, forming an impenetrable layer of defense.

This was by no means a physical defense; it was the protection of the Soul.

After all, the sea of consciousness, or the ocean of the Soul, was inherently formless.

"So comfortable~!"

As the silver Talent formed, Hermes felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

"Is this a High-grade Divine Artifact?"

"No, it's not!"

A sharp glint flashed in Hermes's eyes.

"It's a Heaven and Earth Treasure~!"

In the instant the silver metal shattered into mist and then reassembled into a nano-sky curtain, a brief message entered his Soul.

"Silver Moon, this thing is actually called Silver Moon?"

The message was extremely simple, containing only this name.

Hermes had no idea what special meaning this name held.

"Boom~!"

He tried to gently vibrate his sea of consciousness and immediately discovered the benefits of this silver sky curtain.

"Soul defense?"

"I made this? This silver metal actually has a soul defense effect?"

Hermes was utterly astonished.

Looking at his empty hands, he knew this silver metal was not an ownerless High-grade Divine Artifact.

Because a High-grade Divine Artifact could not directly shatter and merge into the ocean of the Soul.

"Then how did the previous owner of Silver Moon die?"

"Slap~!" Hermes slapped himself. "I used a physical attack!"

Although his ultimate move, Mist Shadow Heavy, also had the effect of isolating Spiritual Sense and even protecting the Soul, he still preferred to solve problems with brute force.

If anything could be solved with his fists, Hermes basically wouldn't use a weapon.

In his eyes, no High-grade Divine Artifact was harder than his fists.

This was also a fact.

With such a Talent ability, one couldn't possibly avoid its strengths and play to its weaknesses.

"This is great, my most worrying soul defense problem is solved, and I immediately feel much more relaxed."

Hermes thought to himself.

He knew that with the protection of this silver metal sky curtain, his journey to the Purple Crystal Mountain Range would be much smoother.

Hermes would no longer fear any difficulties or challenges, because he knew that no matter when or where, his Soul would receive the strongest protection.

"I just don't know how Silver Moon compares to a High-grade Divine Artifact with soul defense?"

Although he knew that Heaven and Earth Treasures were most likely inferior to High-grade Divine Artifacts in terms of defense, what if?

Everyone could have a dream, right?

At almost the same time Hermes was refining the Heaven and Earth Treasure, Silver Moon.

On the shore of the Silver Moon Lake, far away on the Purple Thorn Continent, a young man with silver hair suddenly felt a sense of loss.

"What's going on?"

The silver-haired youth, immersed in his cultivation, couldn't understand why. "My comprehension of the Destruction Rule is going smoothly, but why do I feel a sense of loss?"

Unable to figure out the reason, he immediately forced himself to calm down and continue to comprehend the complex and difficult Destruction Rule.

Strength was always the foundation for survival in the Hell Plane.

In this Supreme Plane filled with slaughter, there was often little time for geniuses to cultivate in peace.

Endless killing would always drag you into participating for one reason or another.

It's not something you can refuse just because you want to.

Deep within the mountains, Hermes finally stopped studying the silver curtain in the Sea of Souls.

He was setting out again.

Why the obsession with the Purple Crystal Mountain Range? Because reality demanded it.

Hermes possessed such excellent Fire Element Law talent, yet he only had an Earth Clone. Why?

He feared soul fragmentation leading to weakness, feared giving enemies an opening!

In the God Realm, a place where battles could erupt at any moment, a safe cultivation environment was paramount.

Because of his main body's talent, Hermes was incomparably strong in terms of material attacks and defense.

Only his soul was a weakness.

Although this weakness wasn't truly weak at all, perhaps even superior to that of ordinary life forms.

It all depended on who you compared him to.

If he were to split his Saint's main body's soul twice to achieve godhood, the consequences were unpredictable.

At the very least, the combat power of his main body, fused with the Earth Clone, would plummet.

And who knew if the Golden Space's assimilation ability would also decrease.

How could that be allowed?

This was what Hermes had used to improve by assimilating countless ores, treasures, Divine Artifact fragments, and other items from the Chongxuan Mountain Range.

How could he accept a decline?

The Golden Space was his crucial reliance for standing tall in this world.

In the future, Whether he could refine Godhead Essence to strengthen himself like Beirut, or even craft Godhead weapons.

It all depended on it!

He would never willingly weaken himself unless absolutely necessary.

"Whoosh~!"

The spindle-shaped Metal Life streaked across the sky like a meteor.

Inside the Metal Life.

A burly man with short, golden hair sat cross-legged. His soul power radiated outwards, preventing any sudden attacks from bandit groups.

This golden-haired strongman was none other than Hermes, who had been traveling for a long time.

He wasn't afraid of bandits.

Especially after obtaining the Heaven and Earth Treasure 'Silver Moon,' Hermes' self-preservation ability had reached another level.

He wasn't afraid, but the Metal Life he controlled was.

From Mirror Moon Cliff all the way here.

Hermes had exhausted his reserves of Metal Life. This current one was the last.

Fearing delays, he hadn't bought one in a city, and there were no channels to procure Metal Life in the wilderness.

"Damn it, these bandits are all just a bunch of paupers!"

Because Hermes was a Middle God, or at least appeared to be outwardly, he had been robbed repeatedly during his flight.

Although all the bandits who tried to rob him met their doom, his Metal Life had suffered heavy losses.

Occasionally, he'd get some loot, but it simply couldn't keep up with the greater amount consumed.

The bandits' greatest wealth was actually themselves.

Divine Artifact armor, Divine Artifact weapons, and the most valuable of all, Godheads.

The Golden Space had the most remaining of the black, crystal-like Godheads.

Taking them to the Demon Castle would likely fetch a considerable fortune.

"Although I don't want to be so ostentatious, the Demon Medal is truly useful. If I don't want to break through to High-God so quickly, I can only get a Demon Medal through the Demon Assessment to ward off disaster."

Hermes thought to himself.

The world always judged by appearances. Without the soul of a High-God, and without a Demon Medal to protect him, There would always be scoundrels trying to harm him.

"Below this is a volcanic region. I wonder if there are any treasures?"

For Hermes, treasures didn't need to be particularly good; as long as they could enhance the assimilation ability of the Golden Space, that was enough.

He truly yearned for progress.

Beirut, even if not a Sovereign, was still a top-tier super expert in the infinite planes.

Strengthening his body with Godhead Essence.

Coupled with a powerful weapon condensed from Godhead Essence, who could stand against him?