Chapter 6149 Powerful Curses
Two elders in the robes of Brahma Pill Valley hovered above a mist-shrouded mountain peak, their expressions grim as they surveyed the terrain.
After a long silence, one of them finally muttered, “The divine son really is trying to send us to our deaths. With the revival of the nine heavens, secret realms are emerging, but so are deadly domains. Sovereign Fall Land is one of the worst. As Third Heavenstage Sovereign Lords, we don’t belong here. If Long Chen doesn’t ambush us, something else will. This place is crawling with things we can’t handle. Tracking Long Chen is way above our abilities.”
The other elder could only let out a sigh. Although he didn’t say anything, he shared the same opinion as the first elder.
None of them knew what had truly transpired during Fan Ji’s clash with Long Chen. But the mere fact that Long Chen had escaped the divine son’s showed how powerful he was.
As a divine son, Fan Ji possessed immense divine energy and over a hundred Sovereign flames. He also had endless divine abilities and tricks up his sleeves. These alone made him capable of competing against the top mid-stage Sovereign Lords. To slip away from such a figure meant Long Chen was not someone they, as early Sovereign Lords, could ever face alone.
The search for the original devil race had extended deep into Sovereign Fall Land. The deeper these elders went, the more likely they would run into some kind of terrifying existence.
“Even if not ambushed by Long Chen,” the first elder said darkly, “we’d probably run into some nightmare that’ll wipe us out. We’re like fireflies in the dark here—glowing bait. We can’t even suppress our cultivation base or we’d be blind to sneak attacks.”
The other elder gritted his teeth and cursed, “Damn Long Chen. Why’d he have to provoke the divine son? If I die, I swear I’ll haunt him for the rest of his life!”
Just then, a cold breeze stirred the mist.
“Funny,” came a lazy voice from behind, “Shouldn’t you be cursing Fan Ji instead?”
The two elders jumped. Without hesitation, they summoned their Sovereign bodies. Their divine energy erupted as if they had been struck by lightning. Their eyes locked onto the source of the voice—an enormous divine bird with divine light flowing around it.
They relaxed slightly—it was only a Divine Emperor realm demonic beast.
But then, two figures appeared on its back.
Long Chen and Yue Xiaoqian.
Their hearts clenched. One of them immediately crushed a jade transmission plate, sending a distress signal.
“Long Chen...”
“Attack!”
The two of them shouted at the same time.
Although they knew Long Chen wouldn’t be easy to deal with, they had to fight.
Moreover, they had to end this fast. If they lingered too long and drew the attention of a terrifying monster, they'd die alongside Long Chen.
“Little Crow...” Yue Xiaoqian muttered, smiling slightly.
The Cursed Spirit Blood Crow spread its wings, and a ripple spread out of it, instantly reaching the two elders.
The two elders were flying toward Long Chen rapidly, but once that ripple reached them, their speed instantly dropped.
“This is...” one of them muttered, horrified.
They felt like they were stuck in the domain of some supreme expert. Unlike spatial or elemental domains, this curse couldn't be resisted by brute force. It bypassed normal defenses and invaded their very essence.
The Cursed Spirit Blood Crow’s wings flapped again, sending out another ripple.
As a result, the two elders shuddered and almost fell from the sky.
“A gravity domain?!” one of them exclaimed.
They staggered midair. Their bodies grew heavier, the force of gravity multiplying until every motion felt like dragging stone uphill.
Before they could recover, a third ripple struck them. Their vitality suddenly started to leak away.
“Shit! A lifeforce curse!”
Then came a black ripple—one that made their souls recoil. Their expressions changed drastically. They stopped immediately and formed hand seals, pouring divine energy into their Sovereign flames.
The flames wrapped around their heads. It was a desperate protection against the creeping black qi oozing from their skulls.
“Wait... that technique...” Long Chen’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the same curse that nearly got me back then.”
Back then, the curse had reached him despite the distance, forcing him to rely on the Divine Gate to purge it. Even now, he couldn’t understand how it had bypassed all his defenses.
Now, watching these Sovereign Lords struggle, Long Chen realized: this curse didn’t travel through normal means. It slithered into the mind-sea through any crack—sight, sound, soul. Shutting off five senses wouldn't help either. Only powerful Spiritual Strength or outside intervention could stop the curse.
Otherwise, the curse was guaranteed to kill.
As expected of a primal chaos species. Any race that can reject the restriction of the Human Emperor’s form is a terrifying existence.
This curse energy was truly terrifying, threatening even the two elders. Unfortunately, Little Crow’s realm was too low, and its core energy wasn’t strong enough. The elders’ defenses quickly purified the curse energy that invaded their souls.
But that momentary vulnerability was all Long Chen needed.
Just as they focused entirely on dispelling the curse, razor-sharp flower petals pierced through their skulls. Their divine flames sputtered out in silence.
Long Chen flicked his wrist and flung the corpses to Little Crow, who swallowed them in one gulp.
Evilmoon grumbled in dissatisfaction, clearly wanting a share, but Long Chen waved it off.
“We’ll get plenty of corpses later. Let the baby eat first. Fighting over food with a child would be disgraceful.”
With a satisfied chirp, Little Crow spread its wings and transformed into a streak of blood-colored light, carrying Long Chen and Yue Xiaoqian through the sky.
“Little Crow, you’re amazing!” cheered Yue Xiaoqian.
Little Crow was happy with this praise and spun through the air like a drill just for fun.
“Alright, alright, stop spinning. I’m getting dizzy,” said Yue Xiaoqian.
Little Crow was so fast that this spinning was difficult to bear.
While Little Crow’s curse energy hadn’t reached a lethal threshold yet, it was already strong enough to disrupt the enemy’s tempo. That alone was enough to tilt the balance of battle. At this stage, Little Crow was the ultimate support companion.
“Long Chen, thank you,” said Yue Xiaoqian.
Yue Xiaoqian gently took his hand. Because of him, the original devil race now had real protection—hope.
Long Chen smiled and softly rubbed her head. To see her this happy over a few newly hatched beasts... it said everything about the hardships she’d endured over the years.
“Damn Lord Brahma.”
Thinking of Yue Xiaoqian’s hardships, Long Chen gritted his teeth.
Seeing his expression, Yue Xiaoqian knew what he was thinking, and a warm feeling rose within her.
In just a short moment, they reunited with the rest of the original devil race’s experts. Just as they were preparing to get going again, Long Chen’s expression twitched.
“What is it?” asked Yue Xiaoqian.
“I can’t go. I... I’m about to break through.”