Chapter 5739 Soul Refining Divine Pool
The moment Long Chen stepped inside, he saw two elders. However, before he could even greet them, one of them spoke coldly.
“Who are you?”
Without a word, Long Chen handed over his tablet. The elder took out a formation disc, seemingly verifying something. After a brief moment, he returned the tablet.
“Enter the gate and follow the leftmost path. You can pick between the three divine pools,” instructed the elder, his tone frosty and impatient, as if this brief interaction was a bother.
Long Chen didn’t waste his breath. Taking back his tablet, he walked through the gate.
As he approached, his tablet quivered, and a powerful suction force appeared. A whirlpool formed within the gate, pulling him inside.
When Long Chen reappeared, immortal mist swirled around him. Nine paths stretched before him. Following the elder’s instructions, he took the leftmost one.
For half an incense stick’s time, he walked through a shifting, distorted space, as if traveling through a spacetime corridor. Then, he finally saw the three divine pools.
They weren’t particularly large, perhaps three thousand meters wide. Violet springwater gurgled within the pools, and the mist that came out of them actually turned into flames.
The moment Long Chen laid eyes on those flames, his violet blood started to stir, igniting instinctively. His bloodline absorbed the surrounding energy at an alarming rate.
Scanning the pools with his divine sense, Long Chen saw eight people meditating in two of them. Behind each cultivator, dragon veins surged as they condensed violet blood veins using the pool’s power.
One of those experts was in the process of condensing a thirteenth violet blood vein. It seemed that the violet blood race would soon gain another thirteen-vein Heaven Saint.
However, the leftmost divine pool was empty. Oddly, its fluctuations were far weaker than the others. Long Chen wondered why no one was inside.
When Long Chen appeared here, he drew quite a bit of attention. The eight cultivators examined his unfamiliar robes with surprise. It was clear they had never seen someone like him here before. But when they spotted the tablet in Long Chen’s hand, their expressions turned cold.
Clearly, none of them were from the Luo family.
Ignoring their reactions, Long Chen strode toward the empty divine pool. Their eyes twitched in response, but they said nothing.
However, their subtle expressions didn’t escape Long Chen’s notice. It was clear something was odd about this divine pool. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be staring at him as if they were waiting to laugh at him.
When Long Chen got close to this divine pool, his violet blood started circulating rapidly. Long Chen could hear it booming through his veins.
The moment he stepped in, the pool erupted.
Violet flames exploded around him, engulfing his body in a fiery storm. It was as if a massive flame beast had swallowed him whole.
“Hahaha!”
The eight cultivators burst into laughter, clearly expecting this outcome.
“This idiot actually didn’t know about the Soul Refining Divine Pool. He’s going to be roasted alive like a pig!”
“The Soul Refining Divine Pool isn’t for condensing heaven veins—it’s for soul refinement! In half an incense stick’s time, one’s soul would be incinerated! How can someone condense heaven veins like that? Did this fellow not know this?”
“Eh?”
Their laughter faltered as they realized something was wrong.
By now, this fellow should have realized his mistake and retreated in agony. The flames weren’t instantly fatal, but they would scorch the soul, leaving one in a wretched state. However, Long Chen simply walked in without making a sound.
At first, they thought he was simply putting on a brave front, refusing to show weakness. But as the flames intensified, his lack of reaction became weird.
“Is he unconscious?! He might actually burn to death!”
“Hmph. That’s none of our concern,” sneered one of them. Even if Long Chen died, it had nothing to do with them.
Suddenly, space shook. From within the raging inferno, a violet dragon soared into the air.
“What?!”
The eight cultivators’ eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Long Chen stood within the flames, his Spiritual Strength burning alongside his violet blood. Instead of harming him, the divine pool’s flames were flowing into his body, being devoured by his violet blood.
This Soul Refining Divine Pool was originally designed for prodigies of the violet blood race in the primal chaos era. Unlike ordinary cultivators, these individuals possessed immense Spiritual Strength, equal to their violet blood power.
By refining both soul and bloodline together, they would forge a new form of violet blood vein, far superior to ordinary veins.
However, the current violet blood race was but a fragmented remnant of its former self. Much of its inheritance had been lost over the eons, and with it, the knowledge of how to use this divine pool.
As a result, the Soul Refining Divine Pool had remained untouched for countless years. Over time, its flames grew fiercer, making it impossible for ordinary cultivators to approach.
But for Long Chen, this was a blessing.
The stronger the flames, the greater the refining effect.
When his first violet blood vein formed, even Long Chen was shocked.
The moment it appeared, it was already in its ultimate form. Unlike before, where veins took time to develop—starting as illusory forms before slowly gaining shape, dragon scales, dragon claws, dragon horns, and eventually a dragon soul—this time, the process finished in an instant.
There was also no need for Long Chen to do anything. As his soul and bloodline burned, the divine pool’s energy gushed into him, forging a fully-formed violet blood vein in an instant.
Then came the second.
Then the third.
Each time a violet blood vein appeared, the divine pool trembled. Its water level plummeted at an alarming rate.
The eight cultivators could only stare, dumbfounded. Never before had they seen a divine pool’s water level drop.
Then came the eighth.
The ninth.
The tenth…
BOOM!
The world itself seemed to shake as Long Chen’s thirteenth violet blood vein manifested.
By now, the divine pool was completely dry.
Long Chen stared at his own palm, feeling the immense violet blood power coursing through him. It was almost surreal. He had condensed thirteen heaven veins so easily—everything was over in just two hours!
The violet blood race’s method of cultivation was truly absurd.
A surge of excitement filled him.
Now I can heal grandpa!
Without wasting a second, he activated his tablet and vanished, leaving behind eight stupefied fools, their jaws still hanging open.