Hodan immediately flew out of the Metal Lifeform. After putting it away, he sped directly toward the foot of Youming Mountain. He knew that the Sovereign of Death's water divine clone was at the Nether Hotel beside the mountain's base; his divine sense had already spotted the hotel.
Hodan had no particular thoughts about the lofty Sovereign of Death opening a Nether Hotel here, then watching gods enter Youming Mountain one after another in search of Nether Fruit, watching them fight desperately and throw their lives away.
After all, it was simply the Sovereign of Death's personal hobby, and Hodan had nothing to say about it. Moreover, the Sovereign of Death had never forced these gods to seek death. They had come here of their own accord, seeking opportunities—perhaps for greater power, perhaps for revenge.
Everyone should be responsible for their own choices. Since they had chosen to come here and take risks, they had to be prepared to die. The Sovereign of Death was merely finding some amusement out of boredom, quietly watching from the sidelines. She had not done anything to these gods.
Before the hotel's main entrance lay a vast stretch of grass, with a crescent-shaped lake at its center. As Hodan approached, he immediately noticed the pretty red-haired young woman seated by the water, fishing.
She looked exactly like the true body Hodan had seen within the Spatial Turbulence that day. She was the Sovereign of Death's divine clone whom Hodan had come over to greet.
Sensing someone approaching, the red-haired girl turned to look. When she discovered that it was Hodan, a Paragon, she froze at once.
"Hello!" Hodan smiled, nodded to her, and offered a greeting.
Although the person before him was the Sovereign of Death's divine clone, she was not the Chief Sovereign's