Chapter 5807 Entrust
The evil dragons wove together, forming a chaotic mass that twisted and devoured each other. It was a terrifying sight.
The cocoon of evil dragons pulsed between illusion and reality, like the beating of a heart. Within its shifting form, one could vaguely make out a blood-like substance coiling around Evilmoon.
Evilmoon stayed at the heart of the cocoon, its body surrounded by flashing runes that flickered in sync with the cocoon’s pulsations. A sinister aura burned fiercely within the cocoon, and black flames surged outward as Evilmoon’s aura grew wilder and even more bloodthirsty.
“What a liar.”
Long Chen was speechless. Didn’t it just say that he would still be able to use it once it entered seclusion? Yet in this state, there was no way he could use it without severely disrupting its progress.
“Long Chen...”
Just then, the experts of the violet blood race gathered around Long Chen. Luo Yanfeng and the others looked at him, but their gazes were no longer the same as before.
There was no way around it. In the past, they had seen him as a brother. In fact, they had even thought he was weak and wanted to protect him. But as he grew stronger and guided them, their perception shifted. Then, when the Bi family attacked, Long Chen brought them to get revenge.
With each battle, as Long Chen unveiled more and more of his power, the gap between them widened until it became immeasurable.
The final blow came when Long Chen single-handedly annihilated the devil race’s army. At that moment, they finally realized—he was a being they could no longer stand beside as equals. The difference was simply too vast.
Though they still admired and worshipped Long Chen, there was now an undeniable sense of distance.
Once, they had all belonged to the same flock. But Long Chen suddenly transformed into a great Kunpeng soaring across the heavens. How could they possibly fly alongside him?
Seeing their expressions, Long Chen smiled. He patted Luo Yanfeng on the shoulder.
Long Chen said, “Big Brother Yanfeng, don’t feel discouraged. Your bloodlines are awakening rapidly. You’ll definitely grow stronger. Actually, all of you have the potential to reach my level.”
“Really?”
Luo Ying and the others could scarcely believe it.
“Of course. I’m never wrong about these things,” Long Chen said sincerely.
Their eyes brightened. Although they knew he was partly trying to encourage them, they still chose to believe him.
After all, Long Chen had personally trained them. If they didn’t stand out in the future, wouldn’t that tarnish his name?
Long Chen’s gaze swept across them, his expression turning serious.
Long Chen said, “Big Brother Yanfeng, Luo Jiang, Zihei, Big Sister Yin—after today, the future of the Luo family’s younger generation will depend on you. The immediate crisis with the devil race has been resolved, and the past grudges with the Bi family have been settled. But that doesn’t mean you can afford to relax.
“Once you enter Sovereign Mountain, countless branches of the violet blood race will gather. However, resources will be limited, and a fierce selection process awaits you. You may face enemies far more cunning than the Bi family. For the glory and safety of your people, in order to live with dignity, you must work even harder than before.”
“We won’t slack off! Otherwise, we wouldn’t be worthy of calling ourselves Long Chen’s brothers!” Luo Yanfeng declared, clenching his fists.
To be the brother of Long Chen required a necessary level of power. Otherwise, they would only hold him back. In their eyes, he was a god-like existence, and they refused to dishonor that.
“Long Chen... are you leaving us?” Luo Ying asked, sensing the hidden meaning in his words.
“I still have many things to do,” Long Chen replied. “But don’t worry, I have violet blood in my veins, so we will definitely meet again soon. And when we do, I hope you’ll be strong enough to surprise me.”
“Don’t worry, we won’t let you lose face!” exclaimed Luo Jiang and the others.
Long Chen nodded. He had helped them take their first steps toward glory, but now they had to walk their own paths.
After all, cultivation was a journey that only the self could navigate. Yet, Long Chen believed that their battles against the devil race and the Bi family had transformed them from fragile greenhouse flowers into towering trees, capable of withstanding the fiercest storms.
They were no longer naive and hesitant. They had matured into true experts.
“You’re leaving right now?” Luo Zichuan asked in surprise.
After such an intense battle, Long Chen should have taken time to rest. Leaving now was too dangerous.
With the nine heavens fully opened, terrifying figures that had long lurked in the shadows were starting to emerge. The first ones to step forward would undoubtedly be those with absolute confidence in their strength.
Although Long Chen had the power to kill mid-stage Divine Emperors, that didn’t mean he could underestimate that realm as a whole.
The devil race was similar to the violet blood race in that they had raised a group of greenhouse flowers in order to preserve their greatest bloodlines. As a result, they had the cultivation realm but lacked the corresponding battle power. With the Devil Sealing Diagram weakening them, Long Chen had been able to slaughter them so easily.
However, not all minor worlds were so peaceful. Some were hellish battlefields where survival meant fighting for one’s life every single day. The experts from such places would be on an entirely different level.
That was what worried Luo Zichuan the most.
Looking at his grandfather, Long Chen smiled. He said, “I really have to go. Fate is like a merciless whip, constantly driving me forward. If I slow down, I’ll be flayed alive.”
Luo Zichuan chuckled at the metaphor, but his smile carried a trace of bitterness.
Perhaps only he could truly understand what Long Chen meant. For someone so young to speak this way, it meant that he had already endured more suffering than most would in a lifetime.
Luo Zichuan sighed. The world only saw Long Chen’s glory—but they did not see the pain behind it.
“Grandpa, this thing is useless to me. You should keep it,” said Long Chen
Long Chen handed him the devil race’s energy storage dagger. This was an incredibly powerful trump card, capable of killing even late-stage Devil Emperors. But it was too overwhelming to use effectively. Long Chen had carried it for a long time but had never found the right moment to use it.
Perhaps it would be more useful in his grandfather’s hands.
If not for Ying Wudao stealing this treasure from the devil race, it would have been an absolute catastrophe had the devil race used it in battle.
After handing over the dagger, Long Chen turned to the violet blood race leader, his expression turning solemn.
“Race leader, before I leave... there’s something I need to entrust to you.”