Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

Invisible to the naked eye and divine sense.

But this is a mysterious and unpredictable golden space, and Heimers naturally noticed something unusual about it.

He had a guess in his mind:

Maybe Old Hei can also extract the power of the main god from the inkstone.

To truly succeed!

After that, he no longer needed to ask the God of God for His power; he could be completely self-reliant.

That's what Hemeros thought.

That's exactly what we did.

Aside from the divine essence, all the gains from killing more than a dozen waves of bandits turned into nutrients to nourish the golden space.

Regardless of whether the ability to devour the golden space has been improved?

He can just swallow it; he won't suffer any real loss.

But this time is different.

An irregularly shaped object, resembling silver metal, floats quietly in the golden space.

Heimers was stunned.

"In the Panlong world, are there really metals with a hardness comparable to that of a god?"

"Shh!"

The silver metal disappeared from the golden space and appeared in Heimers' hand.

"boom!"

The power of the mid-level divine force erupted, fusing with the physical power of the Golden Mountain True Body to its extreme.

Heimers' veins bulged.

A palm-sized piece of metal, overlapping his thick fingers, and his tangled arms covered with invisible golden threads suddenly exerted force.

"Ugh!"

He couldn't help but let out a roar, combining the profound mysteries of power, gravity, space, and a small portion of earth elemental mysteries, Hemus had unleashed his full strength.

However, the silver crescent-shaped metal block remained unmoved, not even leaving a trace.

"Hahaha, good!"

Heimers was not surprised but delighted; his heart was filled with excitement rather than frustration.

"Is it a rare treasure of heaven and earth, or a token of the supreme god?"

He thought to himself.

Normally speaking, most rare and wondrous items are almost useless; they may be useful to the weak, but they will gradually lose their due effect to the super strong.

"But could any wonder of nature possess such hardness?"

Because the timeline of the Panlong world is extremely long, it has been at least a thousand epochs since its birth.

Each epoch lasts for six quadrillion years.

Therefore, it is clear that the Earth God Realm was born much earlier than the four supreme planes.

It is incomparable to the endless material plane, but Heimus still cannot determine the timeline in which he is located.

"I really am, talking about timelines in the Tomato Universe is just stupid."

He chuckled to himself and began to examine the peculiar metal in his hand.

The shape of this metal block resembles a crescent moon in the night sky, with sharp yet smooth edges and a surface as smooth as a mirror.

When you reach out to touch it, you can't feel the sharpness that a sharp object should have.

Under the sunlight, it reflects dazzling light, like countless stars jumping on its surface, shimmering with silver brilliance.

Place it under the moonlight.

It emits a soft, faint silver light, as if it could illuminate the deepest corners of the darkness.

The light was soft, though.

It's not strong at all.

Silver, all silver. Whether it's day or night, whether it's the sun or the moon, everything reflected on the silver metal block turns silver.

"But this is hell, and the moon in the sky is purple. Where the hell are you going to get some silver light to reflect?"

Heimers's rant.

"Oh, right."

He seemed to suddenly realize something, and instead of rushing on his way, he found a place to start studying the silver metal block.

A long time has passed, but I still have no clue.

Hemerus couldn't help but ponder:

"If it's a token of the supreme god, then it shouldn't be able to be bound by blood. In that case, I'll give it a try."

Do it when you think of it.

Heimers was equally unambiguous.

Anyway, I haven't heard of anyone dying because of a treasure that has been bound to its owner, so there shouldn't be any danger.

Yes, that's how steady he is.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have turned back into Jinshan and spent so many years in the Chongxuan Mountains.

Keep quiet and make your fortune!

This has always been the wisdom left to Heimers by our ancestors.

"Drip~!" Like blood flowing from liquid metal, it dripped directly onto the silver crescent-shaped metal.

There was no response at first.

Gradually, Heme's peculiar blood began to seep into it.

It's different from the artifact that recognizes its master!

Because the recognition of a divine artifact by its master is almost instantaneous, this crescent-shaped metal block seemed to be alive.

It was as if it was slowly drinking Heme's blood.

The scene was bizarre at one point.

"Boom!"

When Heimers thought that silver metal was nothing special and would eventually change.

His soul suddenly jolted.

"Whoosh!"

The silver crescent-shaped metal that was originally held in his hand disappeared and reappeared in Heimus's sea of ​​consciousness.

Deep within Heimus's sea of ​​consciousness, in a tranquil void, a dazzling silver light suddenly shattered the silence.

A crescent-shaped silver metal block appeared in his consciousness, like a messenger traveling through time.

Its existence is so abrupt yet natural, as if it belonged here all along.

Endless time passed, as if it had all been waiting for this moment.

At that very moment, the silver metal block emitted a crisp sound.

"Click click click~!"

It began to decompose, turning into countless tiny silver particles.

Chapter 9 'Silver Moon'

These particles, like stars in the night sky, shimmer with a cold and mysterious silver light.

They drifted out in Heimus's sea of ​​consciousness, forming a silvery mist.

"What? It can even enter my sea of ​​consciousness?"

"Crack crack crack~!" The sound that resounded through the sea of ​​consciousness continued. Endless silver granular mist rapidly reorganized and rearranged at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, forming a silver sky shield.

This shield is like a meticulously woven work of art.

Every line and every structure of it seems to reveal unparalleled exquisiteness and perfection.

The silver celestial shield firmly protected Heimus's soul in the center, forming an indestructible protective layer.

This is by no means a physical defense; it is the protection of the soul.

Because the sea of ​​consciousness, or the ocean of the soul, is inherently formless.

"Ah, that feels so good!"

With the formation of the Silver Talent, Heimers felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

"Is this a main artifact?"

"No, it isn't!"

A sharp glint flashed in Heimers' eyes.

"This is a rare treasure of heaven and earth!"

In the instant the silver metal shattered into mist and then reassembled into a nano-sky canopy, a brief message entered his soul.

"Silver Moon? This thing is actually called Silver Moon?"

The message was extremely simple, consisting of only one name.

Heimers had no idea that the name had any special meaning.

"Boom!"

He tried gently shaking his sea of ​​consciousness and immediately discovered the benefits of this silvery sky.