With just one battle, Aier had become one of the Netherworld's elite Seven-Star Fiends.
From the way the staff at the Fiend Castle in Purple Cloud City treated him, Aier could clearly feel the change in his status.
Before, as a Three-Star Fiend and High God, he had still received a respectful reception from the Fiend Castle's staff.
Now, that respect had turned into outright deference.
Aier had only furrowed his brow while looking over the information, and the staff member had immediately rushed to explain it to him.
A Seven-Star Fiend was an exceedingly rare powerhouse, even in a Prefecture City.
The Four Divine Beasts Clan was proof of that.
As the foremost clan across the Seven Divine Planes and the Four Supreme Planes, the Four Divine Beasts Clan had only a little over three hundred Seven-Star Fiend elders.
Spread across the eleven Divine Planes, that came to only about thirty per plane.
And that was the result of the Four Divine Beasts Clan's accumulation over countless years.
A Seven-Star Fiend was a major figure on any plane.
Even in a Sovereign Legion, a Seven-Star Fiend could serve as a Captain, second only to the commanders.
Even the City Lord of Purple Cloud City wanted to pay him a visit.
Aier didn't refuse.
His original plan had been to meet every powerhouse of Five-Star Fiend rank or above and determine whether any of them was a Soul Mutator.
But, just as Aier had expected, neither the City Lord of Purple Cloud City nor any living being he had observed in or around the city during this time possessed the traits of a "Soul Mutator."
Aier could accept that.
He still had plenty of time.
Even Aiken, a future supreme powerhouse, had yet to appear. Beirut was still only a