Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

Long Chen was in no rush to get there. The Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign had already warned him—its heart-devil was cunning and sinister. Its goal was to draw over more experts here and kill them to absorb their energy.

Before, its sole desire was to break free from its seal. But now, it had another objective—to devour Long Chen’s dragon blood.

In theory, the sooner Long Chen arrived, the better. The Heaven Vein Mystic Realm was still filled with scattered experts fighting for their own legacies and opportunities. If he waited until they had obtained their inheritances and came here, the competition would be even fiercer and the pressure far greater.

However, Long Chen knew that obtaining the Emperor reverse scale would be as difficult as ascending the heavens. Given his infamous luck, relying on fortune was nothing but a fantasy.

Furthermore, Long Chen had a feeling that no matter what he did, he would inevitably face all the peak experts in this realm. If that was the case, there was no point in overthinking it. In the worst-case scenario, even if he was surrounded by countless enemies, he still had to obtain the Emperor reverse scale.

As the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest moved forward, the atmosphere inside was completely different. Laughter and cheers echoed through the halls. The Dragonblood warriors and Hidden Dragon warriors were practically dancing and singing, their spirits soaring. It was as if they had returned to their youth, rediscovering their innocent joy.

Leaving Xia Chen in charge of steering the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, Long Chen entered seclusion. He went into a secret room in the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. This place was pitch-black, without even a trace of light.

The moment he appeared, a pair of massive eyes locked onto him from the shadows—eyes brimming with malice.

This was the strongest training room within the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. In the past, Gu Yang had challenged it seventeen times, risking his life with each attempt. Only by sheer luck had he barely succeeded in the end.

Here resided a discarnate spirit of the dark evil dragon race, an entity from the primal chaos era. As soon as it saw Long Chen, its sinister gaze grew sharper, and it prepared to attack.

Just as it was about to transform into human form and attack, Long Chen coldly said, “Don’t move. I want to use your eyes for a test.”

Just then, the evil dragon was astonished. It could feel an invisible force locking onto it, paralyzing it.

“Sovereign blood pressure?! How can you—?!”

“Shut your mouth.” Long Chen frowned.

Instantly, the dark evil dragon’s soul fell silent, not daring to utter another word. Long Chen turned his back to it and sat down cross-legged.

“Don’t resist,” muttered Long Chen.

The evil dragon hesitated but ultimately obeyed. As Long Chen slowly closed his eyes, so did the dark evil dragon.

A moment later, Long Chen’s eyes snapped open. Within them, only darkness remained—except for three thousand runes glimmering like distant stars. These runes gradually changed, forming a six-sided star diagram.

The three thousand runes within his starry sea mirrored this movement. The six-sided star in his eyes was merely a projection of something far greater.

“Whether or not I can succeed depends on this,” Long Chen muttered, taking a deep breath.

This was an extremely brazen idea he had just come up with.

Suddenly, the six-sided star started spinning in his eyes. An identical six-sided star emerged in the evil dragon’s eyes as well, but it rotated in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, both stars came to a halt. At that moment, an image appeared in the evil dragon’s eyes.

A sea of endless blood stretched to the horizon, and at its center stood a towering mountain, built from countless bones. This bone mountain rose high into the sky, but within the endless bloody sea, it looked as tiny as a single drop of water.

At the bottom of the blood sea, countless vengeful spirits writhed and roamed, their tormented wails reverberating through the abyss.

Atop the mountain of bones sat a throne, and a white-robed figure occupied it. As if sensing something, the figure suddenly looked up.

“AHHHH!” The evil dragon let out a bloodcurdling scream. Its eyes exploded, dragon blood streaming down its face.

“What was that?!” it roared in terror.

As the six-sided star diagram faded from Long Chen’s eyes, a smile played on his lips.

“Thank you.”

Without another word, he turned and left.

…

Returning to the main hall of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, Long Chen found the excitement had settled. The Dragonblood warriors, Hidden Dragon warriors, and Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples had resumed their cultivation.

Thanks to the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest’s steady progress, the Emperor energy had returned, saturating the area. No one was willing to waste this rare opportunity to grow stronger. The energy in this region was even denser than what had been coming from the channel. Fortunately, the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest’s formations automatically gathered this energy inside.

This energy wasn’t just imbued with dragon blood power—it contained the very laws of heaven and earth, along with an incomparably sacred aura. Regardless of their race, this was an unparalleled source of nourishment. Missing this chance would be a lifetime regret.

Even as they celebrated their rapid progress, everyone understood one truth: if they didn’t continue striving forward, everything they had gained could be taken away in an instant. What was joy today could turn into endless pain and regret tomorrow.

Only by growing stronger could they protect this fleeting sense of security. That was the cruel reality of cultivation—until one stood at the peak of the nine heavens, everything they possessed could crumble overnight.

“Boss!”

Only Xia Chen wasn’t in seclusion. He was in control of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest and kept an eye on the outside.

Long Chen patted his shoulder with a smile. “Seems like you’ve completely transformed this time.”

Xia Chen’s voice trembled slightly. “I’ve condensed my core veins. I really have transformed. I feel like my springtime has come.”

“That fast? Congratulations!” exclaimed Long Chen, surprised.

“Ah? Cough, boss, maybe you misunderstood. It’s not that kind of ‘springtime,’” Xia Chen said awkwardly.

Long Chen had assumed Xia Chen had finally found someone in the Hidden Dragon Legion. Given Xia Chen’s tragic heartbreak, Long Chen had been genuinely happy for him. But it turned out he had gotten excited for nothing.

“I meant my divine runes have merged with my core veins. As long as my core veins exist, the runes can’t be extinguished. And as long as my bloodline power remains, I can unleash an endless supply of talismans,” Xia Chen clarified.

Long Chen was astonished. Using bloodline power to condense runes? With his dragon soul as a foundation, Xia Chen could now create talismans indefinitely.

Xia Chen’s talismans had always been incredibly powerful, but there had been one glaring weakness—they required an immense amount of time to inscribe. After every battle, Xia Chen had to painstakingly replenish his stockpile, making him the busiest person in the entire Dragonblood Legion.

A formation master without formation discs or talismans was like a tiger without fangs. But now, with this breakthrough, that limitation was gone.

No wonder he was so excited—his springtime had indeed arrived.

“There’s fighting up ahead! Humans are involved!” Xia Chen suddenly shouted, his eyes locked onto the formations monitoring their surroundings.

“Let’s go take a look.”

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