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It came down to Hodan's easygoing attitude. Since he couldn't change his predicament, he would adapt to his surroundings and work hard to grow stronger, until he had the power to take control of his own fate.

Hodan finished taking stock of himself and began planning his next steps. First, he would have to take up his post as Plane Overseer. Whether it was a demand from the clan or an assignment from the Chief Sovereign's army backing it, these were things he couldn't refuse right now. Of course, he'd thought about hiding somewhere to cultivate until he became a Paragon, then coming out to find a way home. But judging by the circumstances, that wasn't an option.

If he defied the Chief Sovereign's orders, the army under the Chief Sovereign might find him and kill him on the spot. He might even bring disaster upon the Renars Clan.

Having taken over the body of Hodan from the Coiling Dragon World, he had inherited the body's karma. No matter what, he couldn't bring disaster upon the original Hodan's clan. Besides, Elder Muli of the clan had treated the original Hodan quite well.

So he could only take up his post. At most, he'd keep his head down in the Yulan Continent and stay out of its affairs. He doubted Beirut, as a Chief Sovereign, would make trouble for a mere Mid-God like him. After all, the original Hodan had survived until the end, hadn't he? As a transmigrator who knew the plot, if he still went out of his way to court death, then he'd have no one to blame but himself.

Thinking of this, Hodan couldn't help but sigh. Weakness was a sin. To protect himself in Hell, he needed to reach at least Highgod strength first. Of course, that didn't mean becoming a Highgod right away. After all, the original story showed that being a Mid-God was the best stage for comprehending and fusing Mysteries.

Hodan currently had only a Thunder Element Mid-God clone. He needed to cultivate it to its peak as quickly as possible, then find a way home. Who knew what the time ratio between the two worlds was? He couldn't afford to make mistakes.

It would be safest to become a Highgod fiend.

Highgods were true members of the upper class in Hell. They had no need to risk their lives as bandits. Whether they nurtured a High-God Artifact, refined Divine Crystals, or joined a great clan and became one of its pillars, they could live comfortably.

The price of Godheads made this clear. A Mid-God Godhead cost just ten thousand Inkstones, while a Highgod Godhead cost as much as ten million. An ordinary Midgod Artifact was worth just a thousand Inkstones, but an ordinary High-God Artifact cost as much as a million.

In this dangerous world, Hodan was desperate to gain the strength to protect himself.

Of course, cultivation required resources. Hodan sent his divine sense into his interspatial ring, and everything inside appeared clearly in his mind.

There were a hundred and fifty blue stone slabs, each ten centimeters long and wide, and one centimeter thick. There were five thousand blue cubes, each one centimeter on a side, and around three hundred thousand black cubes of the same size. These were Hell's currencies, Azure Stone and Inkstone. Together, they were worth only a little over twenty million Inkstones.

There was also a sword-type attack artifact, considerably stronger than the artifact he was currently using. On closer thought, it was an heirloom left to this world's Hodan by his parents—a High-God Artifact.

After Hodan's parents were killed, Jiawei, an elder of the Four Divine Beasts Clan, hadn't thought much of these belongings. The clan took the artifact back, and it eventually found its way into Hodan's hands. Perhaps the clan had given it to him as a keepsake, to remind him not to forget the clan's great feud. It was also meant to protect him.

Unfortunately, Hodan had run into Jiawei, an elder of the Four Divine Beasts Clan and a Seven-Star Fiend. The gap between an ordinary Mid-God and a Seven-Star Fiend was simply enormous—so enormous that even a Sovereign Artifact couldn't have saved Hodan's life. In the end, Jiawei still killed him. But Hodan had managed to flee some distance, and Jiawei hadn't cared about a mere Mid-God like him.

That was how Hodan had gotten the chance to take over his body.

Thinking of this, Hodan clenched his fist, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Just wait, Jiawei and the Four Divine Beasts Clan. I'll make sure to repay you for this grudge."

The interspatial ring also held a few scattered healing medicines, several Soul Golden Beads, some Amethysts, and a special token marked with a strange black pattern. There was nothing else. That token was proof of his post as Plane Overseer—the Overseer Token.

Hodan considered what he would need for cultivation. Soul Golden Beads were essential, since they could be absorbed easily without refining. They rapidly strengthened a god's soul, greatly improving the speed at which a god comprehended Law Mysteries. They were a small accelerator, in a sense.

But each Soul Golden Bead cost a hundred thousand Inkstones. With Hodan's wealth, he could afford only around two hundred. Even selling his artifact wouldn't buy him many more—at most, another hundred or so. For Hodan, that was a drop in the ocean.

Amethysts could also be refined to strengthen the soul, but refining them and extracting their essence was troublesome. Someone who didn't know how to refine them would lose eighty percent of the soul energy when absorbing it. Only twenty percent would be absorbed, and the process would be very slow. It was extremely time-consuming.

And Hodan didn't have much time. A Plane Overseer's term usually lasted a thousand years. For a large Material Plane, the term was three thousand or ten thousand years, but its Plane Overseer had to be a Highgod.

The Yulan Continent was a small Material Plane, but because it had the Necropolis of the Gods, its term lasted three thousand years. Normally, Hodan wouldn't have been chosen to oversee it. Elder Muli had fought hard to secure the post for him. To be honest, Hodan wanted nothing to do with the Yulan Continent, that den of trouble, but the decision had already been made, and he was powerless to change it. Since he had transmigrated into the body of Hodan from the Coiling Dragon World, all he could do now was grit his teeth and take the job.

By his reckoning, when Linley returned from Hell, he would have at least the strength of a Seven-Star Fiend. The clan would also be forced to abandon its grudge, and Hodan couldn't accept that. He had no particular issue with Linley. Judging from the author's works, the protagonists in his stories generally had sound values. But, as the saying went, people viewed things differently depending on where they stood.

In Hodan's view, the Four Divine Beasts Clan and his clan had a blood feud. While the Four Divine Beasts were alive, the Eight Great Clans wouldn't dare do anything and could only endure. But the Four Divine Beasts were dead, and their clan no longer had Sovereigns backing them. That was their chance to strike back.

Even if they had the Sovereigns' Might left behind by the Sovereigns, it was water without a source and would eventually run dry. If they didn't seize the chance to exact revenge, when would they?

The Four Divine Beasts Clan had been too arrogant while the Four Divine Beasts were alive. The Four Divine Beasts themselves had never imagined that even the power of Sovereigns, when they joined forces, could fall. Now that the Four Divine Beasts Clan had lost its backing, it was only right to settle old and new scores. That was how the Eight Great Clans had led the siege against the Four Divine Beasts Clan.

If Beirut hadn't obtained the Four Divine Beasts' Sovereign Sparks and stepped in with his Darkness God Clone to protect the clan, slaughtering more than twenty Seven-Star Fiends from the Eight Great Clans and ordering them not to enter the Tianji Mountain Range, the Four Divine Beasts Clan would have long since vanished into history.

To an outsider, it might seem that the Four Divine Beasts Clan was stubbornly clinging to its old glory. But the tide of time rolled on. If they refused to retreat, they had to be prepared to be crushed beneath it. And it wasn't only the Eight Great Clans. The blood debts owed by the Four Divine Beasts Clan to countless clans across the planes also had to be repaid.

Hodan's thoughts wandered further and further afield, but he managed to come back to his senses in time and return his attention to himself.

Hodan's soul had yet to reach the limit of a Mid-God's. The original Hodan had planned to refine Amethysts slowly to strengthen his soul.

But with only around three thousand years left, Hodan wouldn't consider refining Amethysts. If he didn't want to refine them, then his only options were to absorb Soul Golden Beads or find rare treasures that could rapidly strengthen his soul. But the problem facing him was simple: he had no money.

Hodan could only think about how to make money quickly and raise his strength fast. He needed to be able to protect himself first; only then could he properly consider how to get home.

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