Huoxie Paragon I

Although he cannot die, he is not a Chief Sovereign's envoy, so no Chief Sovereign will come to save him. If he were desperately banished into the spatial turbulence by a Paragon, he would either have to drift with the currents and wait for a spatial rift to appear, which is the only possibility for him to return to a plane.

Alternatively, he would have to beg a Chief Sovereign for help, but given Huoxie's temper, he would rather die than become a Chief Sovereign's envoy; otherwise, he wouldn't have provoked the Chief Sovereign Boteier into wanting to kill him to vent his anger in the first place.

Therefore, for Huoxie, having an extra friend is beneficial, even if the benefits aren't visible right now. But as for investment, no one knows if an investment will succeed; if one already knew, that wouldn't be called investment, it would be called harvesting.

Huoxie accepted the wine from Hodan and, without idling, asked Hodan directly: "You want to forge a weapon, right? What kind of weapon are you accustomed to using?"

"A saber." Compared to a sword, Hodan is more partial to the saber; the saber is the weapon most suited for combat.

"Let me see your hand."

Hodan didn't understand why, but he still followed Huoxie's instructions and held out his right hand in front of Huoxie.

"Hmm, based on your palm lines, hand length, and physique, you are indeed well-suited for using a long saber: a blade five feet long and two inches wide, with a hilt of one foot three inches and a four-inch-wide guard." Kabul is worthy of being the world's number one blacksmith; with just a glance, he conceived the prototype of the saber Hodan should use in his mind, and from Hodan's physique, palm lines, and hand length, he could tell if Hodan was suited for a saber and roughly infer his habits in using one.

"Do you have materials?" Huoxie asked.

"Yes, yes, yes." Hodan hurriedly took out the materials he had prepared long ago from his Space Ring; after all, Hodan had already prepared these materials for forging a weapon.

A black iron block appeared in Hodan's hand; this is the famous Black Obsidian Gold Iron of Hell. Its greatest characteristic is its hardness. What Hodan needs is a weapon for battlefield combat, so naturally, the harder, the better.

"Senior, why do you live in such a desolate, godforsaken place?" After Huoxie inspected Hodan's ore, Hodan couldn't help but ask.

"Oh? Then what do you think keeps me here?" Huoxie looked at Hodan with a teasing expression and asked in return.

Seeing Huoxie's reaction, Hodan felt a strange sensation in his heart for no reason. As a Paragon-level expert, even if Huoxie were living in seclusion, he wouldn't choose such a harsh environment. He could have easily found a mountain range with beautiful scenery, birds, and flowers to live in. It wasn't like now, where even drinking wine requires Silvermoon to deliver it.

Suppressing the surprise and doubt in his heart, Hodan deliberately picked up a stone at his feet, crushed it with force, and said with a serious face: "On the surface, it looks desolate, but to you, this mountain is like a treasure mountain buried with gold. Only the earth's core fire that burns in this mountain for ten thousand years could allow you to forge divine weapons capable of cutting through gold. And looking at the iron sand mixed in the peeling soil layers, if I'm not mistaken, this mountain must contain rich and special minerals."

After Hodan finished speaking, Huoxie couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh: "Look at your serious expression; I'm clapping because you have such a rich imagination, but I must refute what you just said. First, I am a blacksmith, not a miner, so even if this ghost place really hides some strange bird-like ores, it has nothing to do with me. Furthermore, to me, this mountain is not some damn treasure mountain, but a cage without walls. Conditions, constraints, and fate have left me with no choice but to stay here."

Hearing this, Hodan felt a wave of surprise. A cage? Fate?

"Actually, it's nothing shameful. It's just that once, I was so angry that I didn't believe I couldn't reach the Paragon level, so I swore to the Supreme God that if I didn't reach the Paragon level, I would never leave this mountain range."

"I just didn't expect that 30 billion years have passed, and I still haven't reached the Paragon level. I can only rely on the geographical environment here to forge some weapons and armor to relieve my boredom, and by the way, see if I can gain some insights."

Only then did Hodan understand why Huoxie was living in seclusion here; it turns out he had been trapped by his own words. However, to stay in this desolate mountain range for 30 billion years without going crazy, Huoxie must have a firm will and temperament. An ordinary god would have gone crazy long ago and then self-destructed.

Huoxie continued to say to Hodan: "Then, while smithing, I suddenly grew to love this job. As a blacksmith, my lifelong pursuit is to forge the most perfect weapon, and the earth's core fire, which originates from the flames that burn everything, is the most indispensable partner for a blacksmith to forge weapons. This place simply provides the perfect conditions for my forging."

"In order to pursue the forging of more perfect weapons, the accumulation of experience requires long periods of constant experimentation."

"Do you think it's worth it?" After Huoxie finished explaining, Hodan suddenly asked this.

"If it weren't worth it, I wouldn't be staying here today. Kid, that's a strange question to ask." Huoxie smiled and answered Hodan's question, his face relaxed with a hint of humor.

"Perhaps! I just don't understand why you would put yourself in such a dangerous living environment, experiencing endless torment just to chase after an unattainable perfection?"

"Hehe, this is just like a swordsman constantly chasing the peak of the sword path. Chasing perfection is a long battle with oneself. Forging the most perfect weapon is not only my dream as a blacksmith, but also my destiny. Just like all gods are pursuing the Paragon level."

"Then which weapon in your eyes counts as your perfect masterpiece?"

"Perfect! Hahaha..." Hodan's question once again made Huoxie laugh out loud. "If I could make something perfect, then how would you be able to see me today?"

"That's true. Senior is a high-and-mighty peak expert, and we are just ants struggling at the bottom. We are in the midst of it, often drifting with the current, only able to feel the resonance of the world. It is hard to be like Senior, leaping out of the water to feel a different heaven and earth."

Hearing this, Huoxie suddenly froze, then suddenly grabbed Hodan's shoulder and asked: "What did you just say?"

Hodan felt baffled, but still answered: "Like Senior, leaping out of the water."

"No, not that sentence." Huoxie said urgently.

"Senior is high-and-mighty..." "Not that sentence either."

"We are in the midst of it, often drifting with the current, only able to feel the resonance of the world."

"That's it, that's the sentence." Huoxie said excitedly, then muttered to himself: "Drifting with the current... resonance... resonance... drifting with the current."

"Resonance... drifting with the current... integration! Integration! Integration!!!!" Huoxie seemed to have gone crazy, constantly repeating these words, his whole person appearing to have become deranged.

Could Huoxie have gone crazy? Hodan was a bit worried. Hodan was afraid that Huoxie would suddenly go mad and attack them; Hodan did not have the strength to withstand the attack of a Paragon-level expert.

But Hodan suddenly thought of something; Huoxie's current situation was just like the legendary epiphany.

Huoxie is already at the peak of the Asura level; have his own profound mysteries reached the final moment of fusion? Could this epiphany be...? Thinking of this, Hodan glanced at Silvermoon beside him. Silvermoon is also knowledgeable and had the same thought as Hodan.

The two looked at each other and thought of the final possibility—Paragon.

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