Chapter 6092 Such a Good Thing?
A giant gourd soared through the air. The old drunkard sat at the front, while Long Chen sat at the rear. Deprived of his wine, the old drunkard looked so listless it seemed a stiff breeze would blow him away. He appeared to have lost all will to live—it was truly a pitiful sight.
Long Chen had wine, but Mountain Lord Qingyu had strictly warned him not to give the old man any. Since this mission was far too important, Long Chen didn’t dare take any chances.
Fortunately, the old drunkard seemed very picky about his wine. Other than his own wine, he didn’t want anyone else’s. He didn’t even bother asking for Long Chen’s.
Suddenly, the gourd quivered as Long Chen activated the weight runes to test it. To his amazement, this gourd was unlike anything he’d encountered before. Even under the force of four silver rods’ full weight, it barely sank a hundred meters before rising again as if nothing had happened.
Seeing that it was fine, Long Chen relaxed and started his exercises again, stimulating his physical body.
Normally, the old drunkard would have shown interest in what Long Chen was doing. But now, he couldn’t even be bothered to glance over. His wine withdrawal symptoms were quite bad.
At least, Long Chen’s experiment confirmed one thing: the weight runes wouldn’t affect their journey.
The gourd flew steadily, spatial runes whirring softly as it tore through space.
Two hours later, Long Chen was drenched in sweat and panting like a dog. After resting, he gritted his teeth and activated the weight runes again. This time, the gourd sank dramatically before stabilizing.
Long Chen’s bones creaked from the effort. Previously, he had only increased the weight gradually—five percent at most. But this time, he had jumped straight to twenty percent, and the pressure nearly crushed him.
However, Long Chen had no other choice. To push his limits before reaching the Whale Necropolis, he had to be ruthless with himself. His goal was to fully adapt to the weight of a silver rod before arriving.
The gourd’s runes lit up in response, drawing on core energy to stabilize flight under the new pressure.
Yet, the old drunkard didn’t even flinch—still slumped over like a dead dog.
Long Chen gritted his teeth and moved through the pain. Under this intense weight, cracks spread through his bones, as if he would explode at any moment.
This action forced his body to awaken its hidden potential. As his injuries accumulated, his body responded with rapid healing and reinforcement. He was practically mutilating himself, but this was the most effective method to improve his constitution.
Through this cycle of injury and regeneration, Long Chen’s strength soared. Eventually, he was able to move freely under this oppressive weight.
Even so, just a few punches or kicks left him sore and drained. He had to rest again before continuing.
After a full day and night, his body had fully adapted. His every movement stirred massive ripples in the void.
And that was while holding back.
If Long Chen went all-out, he would tear the void apart, which would interfere with their flying speed.
At this moment, the old drunkard seemed to have recovered slightly. He was no longer slumped over but had sat up, propping his jaw with his palms. His eyes, however, remained blank as he looked ahead.
Suddenly, a furious roar erupted from the front.
“This is the Blood Devil Ancestral Ceremony! Scram!”
A terrifying surge of devil qi followed. Long Chen could see a group of devil experts kneeling and kowtowing before a towering divine statue.
Long Chen snapped out of his meditation, startled. His gaze locked onto a fearsome figure radiating Sovereign might as vast as the sea. It was a third Heavenstage Sovereign Lord.
That wasn’t all. There were dozens of second Heavenstage Sovereign Lords and hundreds of ordinary Sovereign Lords.
Long Chen had not expected an unremarkable wasteland to be concealing such a terrifying devil tribe.
They were in the middle of conducting an ancient blood ceremony. But when Long Chen saw the massive pool of blood atop the altar, his killing intent surged.
That was human blood.
Just how many had been slaughtered to fill that pool?
The old drunkard didn’t even seem to notice their existence. The wine gourd charged forward, slamming into their barrier and smashing it apart like glass.
BOOM!
“Courting death!”
These blood devils were enraged and had no choice but to halt their ceremony.
With a wave of a hand, the third Heavenstage Sovereign Lord summoned a blood soul banner that struck the wine gourd with explosive Blood Qi.
This was a Sovereign weapon infused with the full power of a third Heavenstage Sovereign Lord—an attack capable of annihilating heaven and earth. Clearly, he intended to end the intruders in an instant to not delay the ceremony.
In response, violet divine light burst from the gourd. All its runes activated, releasing a blinding radiance.
BOOM!
The blood soul banner shattered instantly, but the wine gourd was unscathed.
The shockwave rebounded and cracked the Sovereign Lord’s skull. He nearly died on the spot.
After all, his connection to the blood soul banner went far deeper than most cultivators' bonds with their core weapons. Where others only infused a single strand of soul into their divine arms, he had committed thirty percent of his soul to the banner for greater control. If not for the fear of the item-spirit rebelling, he would have gone even further.
This level of soul infusion granted him terrifying control and explosive power. With just a single thought, he could unleash the banner’s full might.
But the price was steep.
The instant the blood soul banner exploded, the soul backlash struck him like a hammer. His soul nearly shattered on the spot.
“Heh, there’s such a delicious thing here?” chuckled Evilmoon.
Before Long Chen could even react, billions of sharp dragon scales shot out, covering the entire tribe of the devil race.
As for Evilmoon itself, it transformed into a streak of dark light and pierced straight through the third Heavenstage Sovereign Lord’s skull.
Evilmoon blazed with light, and Blood Qi surged out of that elder’s body, pouring into it.