'Silver Moon'

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

They drifted through Hermes's Spiritual Sea, spreading into a silver mist.

"What is this? It can even enter my Spiritual Sea?"

"Crack, crack, crack!" The sound echoed through his Spiritual Sea as the endless silver particles moved at a speed almost too fast for the naked eye to follow. They rapidly rearranged themselves, forming a silver canopy shield.

The shield was like a painstakingly woven work of art.

Every line and every detail seemed to reveal unparalleled intricacy and perfection.

The silver canopy shield tightly guarded Hermes's soul at its center, forming an indestructible layer of protection.

This was no physical defense. It was a safeguard for the soul.

After all, the Spiritual Sea, also known as the Soul Ocean, was intangible.

"Ah, this feels great!"

As the silver canopy formed, Hermes felt lighter than ever before.

"Is this a Sovereign Artifact?"

"No, it isn't!"

A sharp gleam flashed in Hermes's eyes.

"This is a Heaven and Earth Treasure!"

At the instant the Silver Metal shattered into mist and then reassembled into a nanoscopic canopy, a brief message entered his soul.

"Silver Moon? This thing is actually called Silver Moon?"

The message was exceedingly simple. It contained only that one name.

Hermes had no idea what was special about it.

"Boom!"

He tried gently shaking his Spiritual Sea and immediately discovered the benefit of the silver canopy.

"Soul defense?"

"Holy crap, this Silver Metal actually has a soul-defense effect?"

Hermes was astounded.

Looking at his empty hands, he knew the Silver Metal hadn't been an ownerless Sovereign Artifact.

That was because a Sovereign Artifact couldn't simply shatter and merge into the Soul Ocean.

"Then how did Silver Moon's previous owner die?"

"Smack!" Hermes slapped himself. "I used Material Attack!"

Although his ultimate move, Mist Shadow Heavy, could block Spiritual Sense and even protect the soul, he still preferred to solve problems with brute force.

If he could use his fists, Hermes generally wouldn't use a weapon.

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

And that was a fact.

With a talent like mine, why would I focus on my weakness instead of making the most of my strengths?

"Now my biggest worry, soul defense, has been taken care of. I feel so much more at ease."

Hermes thought to himself.

He knew that,

with the silver-metal canopy protecting him, this trip to the Purple Crystal Mountain Range would go much more smoothly.

Hermes would no longer fear any difficulties or challenges, because he knew that his soul would always be protected, no matter the time or place.

"I just don't know how Silver Moon compares to the Soul Defense Sovereign Artifact."

Although he knew that a Heaven and Earth Treasure probably couldn't match a Sovereign Artifact's defensive power, what if it could?

Everyone was allowed to dream, weren't they?

Almost at the same time Hermes refined the Heaven and Earth Treasure Silver Moon,

far away on the banks of Silver Moon Lake, on the Purple Thorn Continent, a silver-haired young man suddenly felt a sense of loss.

"What's going on?"

The silver-haired young man, immersed in cultivation, couldn't understand it. "I've been making good progress in comprehending the Destruction Rule, so why do I feel this way?"

Unable to figure out the reason, he immediately forced himself to calm down and continued studying the complex, incomprehensible Destruction Rule.

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

In this Supreme Plane, where killing was everywhere, talented people rarely had much time to cultivate in peace.

Endless slaughter

always found some reason or another to drag you into it.

It wasn't as if you could simply refuse.

Amid the mountains, Hermes finally stopped studying the silver canopy in his Soul Ocean.

He was setting off again.

Why was he so determined to go to the Purple Crystal Mountain Range? Because he needed to.

Hermes clearly had such a strong talent for the Fire Element Law, yet so far he had only an Earth Clone. Why?

He feared that splitting his soul would leave him weakened and give his enemies an opening!

In a place like the Divine Realm, where battles could erupt at any moment, a safe cultivation environment was incredibly important.

Thanks to his Original Body's talent, Hermes was overwhelmingly strong in Material Attack and Material Defense.

His soul was his only weakness.

Although this weakness wasn't truly much of a weakness—in fact, he might even be stronger than ordinary beings.

It depended on who he was being compared to.

If he became a god twice in succession and split the soul of his Saint Domain Original Body, the consequences would be hard to predict.

At the very least, the combat strength of his Original Body fused with his Earth Clone would drop sharply.

Perhaps the Golden Space's ability to devour things would weaken, too.

How could he allow that?

He had raised that ability by devouring countless ores, treasures, Divine Artifacts, and other items from the Chongxuan Mountain Range.

How could he accept it becoming weaker?

The Golden Space was an important foundation that allowed him to stand tall in this world.

In the future,

whether he could refine Godhead Essence like Beirut to strengthen himself, or even create Divine Spark Weapons,

would all depend on it!

Unless absolutely necessary, he would never willingly weaken himself.

"Whoosh!"

A spindle-shaped Metal Life streaked across the sky like a shooting star.

Inside the Metal Life,

a burly, imposing man with short golden hair sat cross-legged, projecting his soul power to guard against another sudden attack from a bandit gang.

This golden-haired man was none other than Hermes, who had traveled a long way to get here.

He wasn't afraid of bandits.

Especially after obtaining the Heaven and Earth Treasure Silver Moon, Hermes's ability to protect himself had improved yet another level.

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

Ever since leaving Mirror Moon Cliff,

Hermes had run out of his reserve Metal Lives. This one was already his last.

Afraid of wasting time, he hadn't gone to buy one in a city. There was nowhere in the wilderness to purchase a Metal Life, either.

"Damn it, these bandits are all a bunch of broke losers!"

Since Hermes was a Middle God—or at least that was how he appeared—he had been robbed all along his journey.

Although every bandit who tried to rob him came to a bad end, he'd lost a great many Metal Lives.

Every now and then he managed to claim some spoils, but they simply couldn't make up for the far greater number he'd lost.

The bandits' greatest wealth was actually their own possessions.

Divine Artifact armor, Divine Artifact weapons, and the most valuable thing of all: Divine Sparks.

What the Golden Space had the most of now were black, crystal-like Divine Sparks.

He could probably trade them for quite a fortune at a Demon Castle.

"Although I don't want to attract this much attention, Demon Medals really are useful. If I don't want to advance to High God so soon, I'll have to earn a Demon Medal through the Demon Assessment to keep trouble away."

Hermes thought to himself.

People always judged by appearances. Without a High God's soul or a Demon Medal to protect him,

there would always be troublemakers wanting to harm him.

"There's a volcanic region down there. I wonder if it has any treasures?"

As far as Hermes was concerned, the treasure didn't need to be anything special. It only had to improve the Golden Space's ability to devour things.

He was simply too eager to make progress.

Even if Beirut wasn't a Sovereign God, he was still one of the most powerful experts in all the countless planes.

Strengthen the body with Godhead Essence.

Add a heavy weapon forged from Godhead Essence, and who could stand against him?