Meeting Silvermoon Again

Linley had only just been born, and there was nothing left to observe for the time being; now was the perfect opportunity for Hodan to go out and gain some experience.

Hodan had reached the High-God realm, but the weapons he previously used were with his Thunder God Clone. Furthermore, his Fate God Clone had been in deep cultivation ever since it was formed, right up until it reached the High-God level.

It could be said that Hodan's current Fate God Clone was destitute. He possessed the cultivation of a High-God but lacked primary combat weapons, defensive divine artifacts, and his own unique ultimate techniques. More importantly, he lacked experience in battling other High-Gods. Without this, Hodan could not unleash the true strength of a High-God who had cultivated independently. Right now, it would be a struggle for him to even face a High-God who had reached that level by refining a godspark long ago.

Moreover, Hodan had transmigrated from a peaceful world and had, at most, only been in a few scuffles. He had never experienced the life-and-death struggles of the Coiling Dragon World. Even though he had fully inherited the original memories, it was like learning martial arts by watching videos. Your brain thinks you've learned it, but your body hasn't. If you were truly in a life-or-death crisis, by the time you figured out how to strike, the grass on your grave would likely already be a yard high by next year.

Therefore, Hodan's plan was to first forge a blade suitable for himself. Although his Thunder God Clone used a generic sword, a blade was actually more advantageous in combat. Hodan also needed a set of suitable armor; sometimes, good armor is your second life. When it came to safety, Hodan would never be careless.

However, Hodan did not know any master blacksmiths in Hell. The Renars Clan did have its own blacksmiths, and now that he had reached the High-God level, he believed the clan's blacksmiths would be more than happy to forge weapons and armor for him. But distant water cannot quench a near fire.

Even if Hodan contacted the clan now, most of their blacksmiths were concentrated in the Tianji Mountain Range on the Bloodpeak Continent, preparing weapons and armor for the war between the clan and the Four Divine Beasts Clan. Hodan wouldn't be able to get his hands on weapons forged by the clan anytime soon.

All Hodan could do now was seek help from the Silvermoon Fiend. After all, as the City Lord of Silvermoon City, the Silvermoon Fiend surely knew the master blacksmiths of the city. Given how frequent the conflicts in Hell were, there was certainly no shortage of such craftsmen.

Hodan rose and left his secret chamber, exited his mansion, and headed toward the City Lord's Mansion.

Upon arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, the guards stopped Hodan, but after he showed them the token of the City Lord's Mansion, they respectfully led him to the reception hall. Hodan asked the guards to inform the Silvermoon Fiend that he requested an audience, and the guards readily agreed.

After waiting for a while, just as Hodan was admiring the oil paintings on the wall, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha, what wind blew brother Hodan over here?" It turned out the Silvermoon Fiend had returned.

"I missed you, brother Silvermoon, so I came over to get together," Hodan replied with a faint smile.

"You..." The Silvermoon Fiend was about to speak, but he suddenly froze. He stared at Hodan, who was dressed in green robes, for a moment before saying, "You've reached the High-God level?" The Silvermoon Fiend's tone was filled with disbelief.

One had to know that it had been less than three years since they last met. The Silvermoon Fiend could clearly sense that Hodan had only recently reached the High-God level, and his soul felt empty, giving off a sense of weakness. This was a clear sign of someone who had just advanced to the Mid-God level and hadn't even had time to strengthen their soul. How much time had passed? And Hodan had already reached the High-God level?

Was he really this monstrous?

"I had a stroke of insight and broke through to the High-God level. I have to thank you for the Soul Golden Bead you helped me with, brother," Hodan replied.

A "stroke of insight," indeed. The Silvermoon Fiend also wanted to have a stroke of insight, but one's destiny could not be forced. As for the Soul Golden Bead Hodan mentioned, the Silvermoon Fiend didn't take it to heart at all. He didn't know how many of those he had used himself, so why hadn't they helped him break through? Soul Golden Beads could indeed strengthen one's soul, but they had no effect on breakthroughs.

A god's breakthrough could only rely on oneself or those rare heavenly treasures. However, according to his own investigation, Hodan hadn't left his original residence since he moved in. It was clear that Hodan had likely broken through on his own, and the Silvermoon Fiend knew very well what was in Hodan's home.

Everyone had their own secrets. Since the Silvermoon Fiend thought highly of Hodan, he didn't press the matter, only feeling curious about why Hodan had come this time.

Hodan didn't hide anything and told the Silvermoon Fiend that his Fate God Clone had reached the High-God level but lacked the corresponding divine artifacts.

The Silvermoon Fiend was stunned; he hadn't expected it to be such a small matter. However, a storm was raging in his heart. Combining Hodan's words with the aura of time he sensed from this divine clone, he deduced that Hodan's Fate God Clone had gone from nothing to a High-God in less than a hundred years.

Only in this way would Hodan have had no time to nurture his own divine artifacts. After all, nurturing divine artifacts required time, and cultivation also required time.

Hell was vast and full of wonders. The Silvermoon Fiend had heard of people becoming gods in ten years, Mid-Gods in a hundred, and High-Gods in a thousand. But reaching the High-God level in less than a hundred years was unheard of, not just in Hell, but across all material planes and major divine planes. Those who reached the High-God level in a thousand years were usually cultivating elemental laws, which meant overdrawing their future potential. But the Hodan before him was cultivating the Four Rules, where the concept of overdrawing potential did not exist. Hodan's future held infinite possibilities.

For a moment, the Silvermoon Fiend was shocked by Hodan's talent. He could already sense that a powerhouse who would shake the major planes would be born before long. Of course, that was a matter for the future; the current Hodan had only just reached the High-God level and had just stepped out of the ranks of the weak.

This solidified the Silvermoon Fiend's determination to invest in Hodan. Building a good relationship with a future peak powerhouse was something everyone in Hell dreamed of. After all, a solid connection could sometimes save your life, and if not, it could help you take revenge later.

Don't believe it? If you were friends with a Paragon, how many people would dare to make a move against you? Even if they did, they would have reservations and wouldn't strike to kill, unless that person was a Paragon themselves. Otherwise, the retaliation of a Paragon would make many people wary. Although it was uncertain what level Hodan would reach in the future, based on the talent he had shown, reaching the level of a Seven-Star Fiend like himself would not be difficult.

Having an extra Seven-Star Fiend as a friend would be of great benefit to the Silvermoon Fiend, not to mention that behind Hodan was the Renars Clan, one of the Eight Great Clans—a massive clan capable of chasing down the families of original Chief Sovereigns across planes.

Upon hearing that Hodan needed to find a master blacksmith to forge divine artifacts, the Silvermoon Fiend agreed without a second thought. For him, it was just a matter of saying a word, and countless master craftsmen would naturally come to serve him.

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