Chapter 6002 Cruel
Long Chen’s departure left the four mountain lords feeling powerless. He wasn’t just strong—he was a born leader. Compared to his power, they valued his intelligence even more.
The violet blood race had no shortage of heavenly geniuses and monstrous talents, but none of them possessed a mind like Long Chen’s.
Despite knowing nothing about the Jiuli race’s situation, Long Chen had figured out everything the moment Zhao Manjiang arrived, including the information Qingyu had kept from him. That level of insight was something no one else in the violet blood race could match.
That was why they were deeply worried for him. If they were in Lord Brahma’s position, they would spare no effort to eliminate him—before he had any chance to grow even more.
However, Long Chen refused to stay in Sovereign Mountain.
Qingyu, who had interacted with Long Chen the most, could see it in his eyes—he didn’t trust the violet blood race completely.
Perhaps it was the years he’d spent fighting alone on the battlefield. He had grown used to relying solely on his own strength. Only his power brought him a sense of security.
Long Chen liked his freedom and disliked any restrictions. Even a place as exalted as Sovereign Mountain felt like a cage for him.
If Qingyu forced him to stay, she knew he would only come to resent her. So, she chose to let him go.
“Should we ask the old ancestor to look after him?” asked mountain lord Shangfeng.
Shaking her head gravely, Qingyu replied, “That old drunkard may have used wine to stave off time’s erosion, but it’s crippled his cultivation. For him now, drinking is like quenching thirst with poison. Only the Heavenly Constellation Ancestor might be able to help him escape that dependence, but until he emerges, he must remain drunk every day just to survive. We can’t rely on him.
“And if Lord Brahma truly has awakened, even that old drunkard would be in danger. We know nothing about Lord Brahma’s condition. If he’s truly returned... we’d only be delivering that old drunkard into the tiger’s jaws.”
Lord Brahma was an existence so terrifying that even the Heavenly Constellation Ancestor was wary of him. Against such a foe, they stood no chance.
“As for Long Chen, don’t worry,” she continued. “If he were that easy to kill, he wouldn’t have survived until now. Our focus now must be our next generation. We need to give them the best environment possible for their tribulations. The nine heavens have recovered, and the ten thousand races are rising. The state of the world in the upcoming days will bring about huge transformations. We might not even be able to eke out its own place amongst the competition of the ten thousand races in our state. We really don’t have much time left.”
“If that bastard Lord Brahma hadn’t come from the human race,” cursed Mountain Lord Yunshan, “maybe the human race could have united. If everyone worked together, we could at least maintain stability among the ten thousand races. But now the human race is like loose sand, scattered and fighting amongst itself. Just thinking about it gives me anxiety.”
“When will the human race finally unify?” sighed mountain lord Shuangfeng.
“There was only one time in history when the human race was truly united,” said Qingyu quietly. “That was during its most glorious era. Unless someone can rise to that person’s height again, I doubt we’ll ever see it happen.”
Just speaking of that figure made her expression turn reverent.
The other three mountain lords also sank into silent reflection. Could such an existence appear again?
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Long Chen left without saying a word to anyone else. His grandfather was still in seclusion, but he wasn’t concerned. With someone like Qingyu overseeing things, the violet blood race would remain secure.
As for the Bi family, they were completely under Qingyu’s control. Any waves they made were nothing more than opportunities for training. After all, real experts could only show their skill within stormy conditions.
Long Chen didn’t use the transportation formations and directly walked down Sovereign Mountain. Once he reached the foot of Sovereign Mountain, as he expected, the aura of the world had changed once again.
The spiritual qi was now thick and abundant. Even just breathing it in, he could sense the powerful resonance of the world’s laws—a force that had once felt distant was now right at his fingertips.
Within Sovereign Mountain, everyone was training fervently, pushing their cultivation to the peak of possibility. Once they adapted to the new world, they would start their tribulations.
This time, Long Chen had obtained Sovereign Mountain’s blessing and had fully comprehended the Infinity-One Technique. The technique’s runes had fused into his blood, his bones—even his soul.
More astonishingly, his Supreme Bone had changed for the first time since its return. The character for “One” was branded onto it.
He still didn’t understand what this meant.
Meanwhile, the violet qi in his Dantian had evolved into a flowing river. It was like a violet ribbon gliding through a starry sea, brimming with mystery.
“The ten thousand laws and ten thousand Daos are all different paths to the same place. I was lost for so long after Dad taught me that, but now I understand. But isn’t that exactly what the Infinity-One Technique teaches?” Long Chen muttered.
What Long Zhantian had taught Long Chen had similar principles to some concepts of the Infinity-One Technique. Long Chen couldn’t help but sigh in wonder. His father had deduced these principles on his own. His comprehension was frightening.
Long Chen quickly entered the trial region beneath Sovereign Mountain. However, this area was now empty.
The trials had ended. Sovereign Mountain had started to seal itself off, and no more new disciples would be admitted.
This was something unavoidable.
Sovereign Mountain’s resources were limited, and the violet blood race’s branches were scattered across the nine heavens. It was impossible to bring them all back.
It was a cruel reality. Those who missed their chance to enter Sovereign Mountain would face the same fate as the rest of the human race—perhaps even worse. After all, to others, their violet blood was a priceless treasure.
For instance, Luo Zichuan’s branch still remained in their original location, aside from a few elites and key experts who had been brought here. The rest stayed behind.
They had exhausted all their resources just to nurture Luo Yanfeng, Luo Jiang, Luo Ying, and the other heavenly geniuses. The path ahead for those left behind would be filled with thorns.
If even the mighty violet blood race had to make such bitter choices, how much more so for the other races?
Once the Human Emperor tribulation started, the world would descend into chaos. In order to survive, people would have to fight over the limited resources. There would definitely be huge battles.
At that time, the nine heavens would become a hellscape. No one could stop it. Even Sovereign Mountain was only able to protect a portion of the violet blood race. They were powerless when it came to the others outside.
Long Chen’s heart grew heavy.
He swiftly passed through the deserted trial region and reached the city where a transportation formation was located.
But when he arrived, what awaited him was devastation.
The once-thriving city lay in ruins. It looked freshly destroyed as the scent of blood still hung in the air.
There wasn’t a single human in sight, but other figures moved through the wreckage.
“There’s another human?”
A delighted shout suddenly rang out behind Long Chen—followed by the flash of a spear stabbing straight toward his back.