Although Silvermoon showed no expression when he heard Hodan's words, a storm raged inside him. It had only been a little over ten years, hadn't it? The last time he'd seen Hodan was several years ago, when they went together to visit big brother Huoxie. Back then, Hodan had helped Huoxie become a Paragon, while Hodan himself had advanced to Five-Star Fiend.
But now, only a few years later, Hodan had crossed the Six-Star threshold and gone straight from Five-Star to the peak of Seven-Star Fiend. The Four Rules were certainly unreasonable. Unlike the elemental laws, they had no specific categories of Mysteries to comprehend and fuse. Once your understanding of a rule reached the necessary level, even a Lowgod could advance straight to Highgod—or even become a Paragon.
But Hodan, you're being far too unreasonable! Those who managed to advance by leaps and bounds had all accumulated countless years of experience, turning it into the foundation for their progress. Silvermoon had lived for hundreds of millions of years, but he'd never heard of anyone like Hodan, who'd grown from Five-Star Fiend to Seven-Star Fiend in just a few years.
Seven-Star Fiends were absolute powerhouses in Hell. There might not be even one among countless millions of gods. Silvermoon himself was a Seven-Star Fiend, so he naturally knew quite a bit about experts at his level.
As far as he knew, there were only a little over three thousand registered Seven-Star Fiends still alive. Even if they counted those who kept their identities secret or hid their strength for other unknown reasons, there were definitely fewer than ten thousand in all of Hell. Across the eleven Higher Planes and countless Material Planes, there were only around one hundred and fifty to one hundred and sixty thousand experts at the Seven-Star