Silvermoon's progress hadn't escaped Hodan's notice. Since the young man was doing well, Hodan didn't mind giving him a hand.
Hodan turned the Metal Lifeform around and flew toward Miluo Island. The island stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles and lay within Yinlan Prefecture in the Starry Fog Sea. Miluo Island was extremely prosperous, with a vast stream of people passing through it. Merchants and warriors gathered there in droves every day. Its prosperity rivaled that of Yinlan Prefecture's ten cities.
It was a very unusual place. It had neither the Star Army to protect it nor the Prefecture Guards, yet it was as prosperous as any major city. The island had a Freedom Castle where merchants could trade.
That was because Miluo Island had a powerful army that maintained order. Every soldier in this army was a Highgod.
These Highgods were all under the soul control of Mos, the Purgatory Commander. They were either powerful experts or gods with great potential.
Mos had reached extraordinary heights in soul mastery. He could control Seven-Star Fiends, and he was so confident that he claimed there were no more than ten people across the Four Supreme Planes and Seven Divine Planes whose soul mastery surpassed his. Even those few surpassed him by only the slightest margin.
In Hell, Mos was probably among the top three in soul mastery! Hell had existed for countless billions of years, and its experts were beyond counting. The title of Asura had changed hands many times, and many former Asuras had retired.
Experts were everywhere!
Yet Mos ranked among the top three in soul mastery. Still, when he faced Luomiu, who stood on the threshold of Asura, Luomiu had managed to escape. That alone showed Mos hadn't reached Paragon.
If Mos had been a Paragon, no