Bifu Continent

Today, the Bifu Army soldiers guarding the teleportation array were somewhat bewildered.

As the Sovereign's Army of the Bifu Continent, they had seen far too many lives arriving from Material Planes—thousands upon thousands, every single day, of every variety.

From Saint Realm to Midgod, from humans to orcs, magical beasts, and even some metallic mineral-based lifeforms, they could truly be called experienced and knowledgeable.

However, a Highgod was something that might not be seen even once in a billion years; after all, in a Material Plane, the time required to cultivate into a Highgod was simply too long.

In the past, there had been Highgods who arrived in Hell via the teleportation array.

But, basically, they were all travelers coming from other Divine Planes.

It was not to say that Highgods arriving from a Material Plane to a Divine Plane were completely non-existent, but they were certainly rare individuals.

Yet, this time, four of them appeared all at once, all of whom were Highgods, while the Midgod following behind them was ignored instead.

In the center of the magic array, a black-haired youth sensed the density of the elemental energy of heaven and earth, then slowly walked out.

Following behind him were a youth with crimson eyebrows, a bewitching man, and a burly red-haired man; furthermore, these individuals were all Highgods.

As for the one who looked like he had small eyes, he was indeed a Midgod, but being able to follow alongside so many Highgods, he was clearly no simple character either.

"What place is this?" Huosi stepped out first and asked.

"My lord, this is the Bifu Continent."

The Bifu Army soldier's mind stirred, and he replied respectfully at once.

It seemed his previous assumption was wrong; these people were likely Highgods who had been to other Divine Planes before returning to a Material Plane.

Generally, Highgods arriving from a Material Plane for the first time would also have to wait alongside other Midgods and Lowgods.

Those who could come directly to ask them where they were must have already had a certain understanding of the Sovereign's Army.

These were Highgods who had been to the Divine Planes before; they were not to be offended.

"In this vicinity, which is the nearest city?" Huosi nodded and continued to ask.

It appeared they were people who had never been to the Bifu Continent before; since that was the case...

The Bifu Army soldier's mind stirred, and he casually took a crystal ball and a book from his spatial ring:

"My lord, this is a map of Liang'an Prefecture; you may take it."

"Oh? Is that so? Take this."

Huosi did not refuse; he glanced at the soldier and casually took out a dagger, tossing it to him.

"This is... a Highgod artifact?"

The Bifu Army soldier was immediately overjoyed and spoke respectfully:

"Thank you for your reward, my lord!"

Huosi nodded, then waved his hand, and a massive warship appeared out of thin air.

Following that, Huosi and his group boarded the warship directly and flew off toward the distance.

"Old Third, was... was that a metal lifeform? Why do I feel like I've never seen one before?"

After Huosi left, the soldier from before swallowed hard and couldn't help but speak.

"How would I know? I reckon it's a special metal lifeform custom-made by a big shot. Besides, Old Fourth, you're quite something, actually getting a Highgod artifact."

Old Third slapped Old Fourth's shoulder hard, his face full of envy.

He truly hadn't expected that since Old Fourth had given the map to that lord, if that lord hadn't given a return gift, he would have suffered a huge loss.

Although the map wasn't expensive, for ordinary Midgods like them, it was still a not-insignificant expense.

"Yeah, I thought it would be good if this lord just tossed over some Inkstones, but I didn't expect him to give a Highgod artifact directly."

Old Fourth touched the dagger in his hand, unable to put it down.

A Highgod artifact, depending on the situation in Hell, had varying prices, generally between five hundred thousand and one million.

Based on his experience, this dagger was likely worth seven hundred thousand.

And the map he gave was worth at most five thousand Inkstones; this time, he had truly made a killing.

"Maybe that lord didn't have any Inkstones at all? He could only give you an artifact."

Old Third joked, although he didn't believe it himself.

"Yes, yes, yes. After all, that lord looks like he's visiting Hell for the first time; he might not have Inkstones, only Life Stones, Underworld Coins, Light Stones, or the like."

Old Fourth rolled his eyes and didn't bother with Old Third's joke. Are you kidding? A Highgod traveling between planes wouldn't have money?

On the other side, the group led by Huosi—who truly had no money—was looking at their surroundings through the glass with curiosity.

"My lord, the elemental energy of heaven and earth in this Hell is already on par with our cultivation chambers."

Adkins looked at the surroundings and was the first to speak.

In the Federation, to cultivate excellent talent in the future, they had specially set up cultivation chambers.

By condensing bubble-like micro-planes in the Material Plane to form cultivation chambers, it was just like the one Beirut created in the original story.

And now, in the Divine Plane, it seemed that the elemental energy of the world everywhere was no less dense than in a cultivation chamber.

"Indeed, and the area is so vast. Although we have visited many Material Planes, they simply cannot compare."

Pusiluo spoke with a hint of excitement as well; over the years, they had seen countless planes, but never one of such magnitude.

While the number of Material Planes is high, their size is inherently limited. Generally speaking, a single continent or prefecture in the Divine Plane is equivalent to more Material Planes than one could count.

"This region belongs to Liang'an Prefecture on the Bifu Continent. This Liang'an Prefecture alone spans a radius of one billion li."

Leilin did not look outside, choosing instead to examine the map he had just obtained.

The Yulan Plane was only twenty or thirty thousand li across, while this small Liang'an Prefecture was already nearly ten thousand times the size of the Yulan Plane.

"My lord, shall we head directly to Suigetsu City next? According to the map, Suigetsu City should be the closest city."

Beside Leilin, Beirut asked cautiously.

"Suigetsu City? Let's go take a look then."

Huosi nodded, then looked at the screen:

"Moss, set our course from this position!"

[Received, Mr. Huosi. Moss will now proceed according to the map. I wish you all a pleasant journey.]

After the warship's intelligent system replied, it imported the map and engaged the autopilot.

For a moment, everyone was filled with anticipation for this journey.

However, the journey was not to be entirely pleasant; one month later, a large group of Midgods blocked their path.

"What is this? A bunch of Midgods daring to intercept us? Moss, open the gate!"

Pusiluo exploded instantly, unable to stop himself from roaring.

[Received. Please proceed, Mr. Pusiluo.]

"Pusiluo, bring back their spatial rings; they should have some currency on them. Also, leave their leader alive and bring him to me."

Before Pusiluo went out, Huosi reminded him.

"Rest assured, Lord Huosi, I guarantee none of the others will survive!"

After saying this, Pusiluo charged straight down.

"Damn it, there's a Highgod! Retreat, quickly!"

The moment Pusiluo emerged, someone shouted, and the surrounding Midgods scattered in a panic.

As qualified bandits, their principle of conduct was to bully the weak and fear the strong.

If they encountered Midgods, they would attack immediately, swarming them as a group.

If they encountered a Highgod, they would retreat decisively, never daring to make a move.

Generally, Highgods would not bother with them either; after all, Hell was crawling with bandits.

If they were to slaughter them every time they met, it would simply be a waste of time.

"Want to run? Not a chance!"

Pusiluo drew his battle axe and charged out at a speed no Midgod could fathom.

"My lord, we meant no offense!"

Seeing this, the bandit leader was terrified to the core and immediately begged for mercy.

What the hell? How could this be? Don't Highgods usually just glance at them and continue on their way? Why would he want to kill them?

Having been bandits in Hell for many years, they had their own set of survival rules.

When they saw a flying Highgod, they would pretend not to see them; when they saw flying Midgods or weaker beings, they would surround them.

When they encountered a Metal Lifeform, they would use their divine sense to probe it. If they couldn't sense the presence of anyone inside, they wouldn't even think about it—it was a Highgod, so they would leave immediately.

If there were Midgods inside, they would intercept them. Although there were cases where Midgods and Highgods traveled together and they only detected the Midgods, such instances were rare. After all, Midgods rarely acted in tandem with Highgods.

Moreover, even if they occasionally encountered one, Highgods usually had no time to deal with them.

After all, there were many bandits along the way. If they killed them every time, it would be time-consuming, exhausting, and boring, not to mention they wouldn't get much money. After all, those with money wouldn't become bandits, and Highgods wouldn't look twice at the wealth of a Midgod bandit.

However, Huosi and his group were an exception. Since this was their first time in Hell, Huosi intended to let them play around with the bandits.

Firstly, it would allow them to familiarize themselves with the style of Hell and relieve the boredom of their life, as constant traveling was quite dull.

Secondly, they could seize basic Inkstones from the bandits. Although they had plenty of cargo, they would eventually need to sell it in a city, and they couldn't arrive without even enough to pay the entry fee.

Therefore, Huosi did not hide their soul auras. Anyone outside could detect Beirut, a Midgod, with a single sweep. Otherwise, it would not have been difficult for Huosi to hide Beirut's aura if he had wanted to.

"Hahaha, it just so happens I haven't fought since arriving in Hell. Let's use you lot to warm up!"

Pusiluo had no qualms about attacking Midgods. Perhaps some Highgods might feel it was beneath their dignity to attack a Midgod, but Pusiluo was clearly not among them. At this moment, he shouted excitedly and began his first slaughter in Hell.

A massive fireball emerged, swirling around Pusiluo like a giant sun, instantly altering the temperature of the surroundings.

"Hahaha, die!"

Following Pusiluo's shout, the sun transformed into rays of light, flying toward the people in the vicinity.

In an instant, hundreds of godheads fell from the sky, leaving not even a corpse behind.

"Scatter and run!"

Hearing their leader's command, the few survivors reacted instantly, bolting in multiple directions and sprinting for their lives.

"What rotten luck, running into a lunatic!"

The bandit leader cursed under his breath while running for all he was worth.

"None of you are getting away!"

Pusiluo roared, and hundreds of fire dragons emerged from his battle-axe, splitting up to pursue those who were fleeing.

In just a heartbeat, everyone else was reduced to nothing, leaving only the original leader behind.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

Pusiluo stopped in front of him, wearing a smile and speaking with the look of a true villain.