Chapter 6186 Friend, Do You Want to Buy a Coffin?
Three days later, a strange phenomenon alarmed the Domain Protector and the others. Song Mingyuan of the Dragonblood Legion was rapidly losing his Sovereign flames.
Worried something had gone wrong, they rushed over to check on him, only to be told everything was fine—it was actually something good and fully under control.
Although they couldn’t make sense of it, seeing Song Mingyuan so calm reassured them. So, they didn’t press further.
What they didn’t know was that Song Mingyuan had taken Long Chen’s suggestion to heart and had successfully shared his Sovereign flames with the Earth Vein Bull Python.
To his surprise, after reducing the number of flames, condensing new ones became much easier. The discovery thrilled him, and he became obsessed with refining more Sovereign flames at a rapid pace.
A few days later, the Heaven Dragon Law Domain mobilized a large force and started sweeping through nearby devil creature tribes, crushing them with overwhelming power.
In doing so, they discovered that the nine heavens had truly returned to their peak—the devil creatures had grown terrifyingly strong. Their rate of improvement rivaled that of the stronger factions.
Nearly every tribe had at least one late-stage Sovereign Lord leading it, and the stronger ones had more. But even so, they were no match for the Heaven Dragon Law Domain. In just a few days, dozens of devil creature tribes were obliterated.
After each battle, they meticulously erased the aura of the dragon race from the battlefield to conceal their involvement. While other factions would suspect them, there would be no clear evidence pointing to their level of power.
Countless devil creature corpses were hauled back to the Dragon Domain and handed over to Long Chen. He then tossed them into the primal chaos space.
Fortunately, the primal chaos space was vast and strong enough to hold them all. With the addition of so many corpses, it pulsed once again with life energy. Long Chen estimated this would keep the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Tree running for at least a year.
Long Chen suddenly thought of a certain matter, and he found an ordinary Sovereign sprout of the dragon race, giving him a Heavenly Dao Fruit.
This fruit was covered in divine runes and had come from a divine sprout with eight divine flames.
But this time, to Long Chen’s disappointment, nothing happened after the disciple consumed it.
Back in the mixed beast race, he’d conducted a similar experiment with the same result—no effect. This marked the first failure of the Heavenly Dao Fruit, and it left Long Chen somewhat frustrated. Could the Heavenly Dao Tree have reached its limit?
But it doesn’t make sense. If so, why would it still produce Heavenly Dao Fruits?
Puzzled, Long Chen took out one particular fruit covered in marks. This was Jin Minghan’s Heavenly Dao Fruit, a hundred-flame Heavenly Dao Fruit. It was the most precious of the lot, and he hadn’t tested it yet, worried about wasting it.
“There are clearly Sovereign energy marks on it. Why is there no effect? I’ll have to study it later. For now, I need to adapt to the power of the four gates,” muttered Long Chen.
Long Chen’s strength had grown too quickly. He needed to stabilize his realm and temper his physical body through astral energy.
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Another month soon passed.
While Long Chen was still in seclusion, the world of the nine heavens stirred. All sorts of monsters started to appear.
It was easiest to condense Sovereign flames early on. But the more flames one accumulated, the harder it became. Eventually, no amount of effort or treasure could help. That was when a divine sprout reached their ceiling.
In other words, hard work and resources could determine a divine sprout’s lower limit, but talent defined the upper limit.
Those who had hit their limits were now emerging from seclusion. And the moment they did, they caused huge waves. They were like wild bulls, constantly challenging anyone they encountered to prove their dominance.
Competitions between their comrades were no longer able to satisfy their desire to fight. They craved real combat, trampling over the corpses of their opponents.
“Long Chen, come out and fight!”
More and more experts started publicly calling out Long Chen. As the human race’s so-called number one junior, he had become a target of envy, resentment, and challenge.
Multiple hundred-flame divine sprouts appeared, and the first thing they did was shout for Long Chen. However, Long Chen was deep in seclusion and never heard their shouts.
Of course, even if he had heard them, he wouldn’t have responded. There were simply too many idiots. If he entertained them all, he’d die of exhaustion long before the battlefield even opened.
Still, the outside world didn’t know Long Chen was in seclusion. Some factions even claimed Long Chen was hiding out of fear.
Rumors started to spread, saying his title was a sham and he could only hide when he encountered a real expert.
But still, there was no response—not from Long Chen, the dragon race, the violet blood race, or the High Firmament Academy.
The ten thousand races grew bolder, their provocations louder. But Long Chen remained silent.
Some of them even suggested launching a full attack on the human race, but many among their own ranks were still in seclusion. They didn’t dare make a rash move too soon.
After all, the human race likely had terrifying monsters of their own. Forcing them out too early could trigger an all-out war that would not stop until one side was exterminated.
The heaven region’s battlefield had yet to open. Until then, no one wanted to expose their true strength. These factions could only grit their teeth and wait.
Some races vented their frustration on the weaker branches of the human race. This forced many humans to retreat into their sects and cities. Unless absolutely necessary, they avoided going out.
Even while enduring slander and humiliation, they remained silent. And the more they persevered, the more arrogant and aggressive the other races became.
Eventually, a group built a martial stage right outside Bai Sovereign City, one of the eight divine cities of the human race. They arrogantly named it the Dragon Killing Stage.
Their target was clearly Long Chen, and by extension, it was a provocation to the entire dragon race.
For ten days straight, the stage saw constant bloodshed. Human geniuses from the Bai Sovereign City clashed with demons and other non-human experts.
The human race was not lacking experts. Because they couldn’t endure these fellow’s sinister provocations, they fought with everything they had. As a result, they were all defeated—and killed.
The non-human experts were simply too powerful. Within the same realm, humans struggled to match them.
At this moment, a human expert with fifty-seven Sovereign flames was skewered by a demon expert with fifty-five flames. A blood-drenched spear pierced his chest.
“The human race is as weak as ants,” sneered the demon expert. “You were our food once. Soon, you’ll be less than food.”
The human expert glared at the demon expert, defiant even in death.
With blood pouring from his mouth, he roared, “You bastards won’t die in peace! Long Chen will avenge us!”
“Long Chen? That coward?” The demon scoffed. “Once he stops hiding, he’ll meet the same fate as you. Go to hell!”
The demon’s spear trembled, ready to release its full force and obliterate the wounded man.
But just then, a white hand grabbed the spear, and the demon expert’s wild power vanished without a trace.
Gasps echoed from the crowd. A cloaked figure had silently appeared beside the injured man.
He gently pulled the human expert back and turned to the stunned demon.
“Friend, do you want to buy a coffin?”