Chapter 6281 Two Hundred Sixteen Sovereign Flames
Long Chen’s Supreme Bone quivered, refining the Sovereign flames and compressing them into pure energy. Then, his three bloodlines devoured it. In the end, each of them possessed 192 Sovereign flames.
He discovered that whenever his Supreme Bone compressed these Sovereign flames, it would refine them further, expelling impurities and leaving only the purest essence behind.
The three bloodlines then absorbed this purified energy and automatically condensed new Sovereign flames.
Each Sovereign flame carried its own unique mark. Every new flame was stronger than the last, but also required more energy to form.
It was as if the space within each bloodline was limited, and condensing a new flame required squeezing the room within that limited space. Thus, every new Sovereign flame was stronger than its predecessor—otherwise, it would never survive in such a harsh environment.
As a result, three eight-hundred-flame divine sprouts had only yielded less than two hundred Sovereign flames for Long Chen after their energy was purified and divided among his dragon blood, violet blood, and Supreme Blood.
After killing the three of them, Long Chen raised his head and roared.
“Dragon Roars At the Nine Heavens!”
His dragon blood Sovereign flames ignited, and as the soundwave spread, every evil dragon race expert with fewer than five hundred Sovereign flames was instantly reduced to dust.
Where once there had been tens of thousands, only a few hundred remained.
This result was very satisfactory to Long Chen.
The power of his 192 Sovereign flames were enough to slay divine sprouts with over four hundred flames. Even five-hundred-flame divine sprouts had to muster all their power just to survive his attacks.
“Please don’t kill us!”
The survivors were terrified. Some dropped to their knees, begging for mercy. Even the outer-world devils trembled, their fear of death plain on their faces.
However, Long Chen didn’t show them any mercy, killing them one after another. Merciful toward enemies was never in his book.
In just a short moment, all of them were dead, and Long Chen’s Sovereign flames had increased to 216.
The instant he broke past two hundred, he clearly sensed a subtle qualitative change in his bloodline power. His Sovereign flames refined his bloodline further, making it purer, grander, and more majestic. When he circulated this power, a faint rumbling echoed through his body.
Hm... so I can absorb the Sovereign flames of the dragon race from beyond the nine heavens? Long Chen’s heart stirred. Within every Sovereign flame, he vaguely sensed the faintest trace of Grand Dao energy.
His thoughts drifted back. He remembered the vast karmic luck energy he had sensed within the Sovereign King Dragon Crown. It was unforgettable.
And in front of the Heavenly Bat Sovereigness’s statue, he had felt an incomparably vast Grand Dao qi. The aura he now sensed within his Sovereign flames was strangely similar to the two.
“Could karmic luck be the predecessor of Grand Dao qi? Is that why every race condenses their karmic luck into their peak geniuses—so they can form more Sovereign flames? If so... that explains Guo Ran!”
Long Chen suddenly thought about this.
The lazy fellow never cultivated properly, but he had managed to condense the most Sovereign flames of anyone in the Dragonblood Legion. That was practically heaven-defying.
Thinking back, Long Chen recalled the times on the Martial Heaven Continent when he had bestowed Guo Ran with condensations of karmic luck.
As for himself, with his infamous terrible luck, perhaps that was the true reason why he had struggled so much to condense Sovereign flames.
If karmic luck was indeed the foundation for Sovereign flames, then by slaying these outer world dragon experts and condensing their flames into his own, he was essentially stealing their karmic luck. Such an ability was nothing short of heaven-defying.
Hai Mingkong and the others watched as Long Chen crushed the evil dragon experts. They were all delighted and surprised.
Long Chen was simply too powerful. To him, even eight-hundred-flame divine sprouts were as fragile as chickens. It was no wonder he had shown so little interest in the Sovereign Flame Dragon Crystal they considered priceless.
“Mister Mo Nian, can you disperse your formation? This flame region still contains a great deal of pure flame energy from the Sovereign Flame Dragon Crystal. We left without absorbing it because we had no other choice. But now, we can make up for that,” said Hai Mingkong respectfully.
Mo Nian nodded and directly withdrew his formation. At once, Hai Mingkong took out the Sovereign Flame Dragon Crystal and circulated his dragon blood. The surrounding flame energy surged toward the crystal.
While Hai Mingkong worked, the others used this moment to rest. Long Chen sat cross-legged in midair, entering a meditative state. He carefully attuned himself to the energy of his Sovereign flames, growing familiar with their newfound power.
“Mingkong, I’m going to go with Mo Nian in search of more treasures. You should try to find the brothers of our flame dragon race so that they can absorb the dragon crystal, or you would be holding onto it for nothing,” said Long Chen.
“Yes. Lord Long Chen, take care of yourself!” Hai Mingkong shouted.
He and the others all bowed to Long Chen before leaving.
The dragon race had special perceptive abilities, especially those who possessed the dragon race’s sacred energy. They could find their comrades with these senses.
As for Long Chen and Mo Nian, they set off aboard a coffin. Seeing Long Chen’s furrowed brows, Mo Nian asked curiously, “Encountered some kind of problem?”
“Mo Nian, tell me, what is the Dao?” asked Long Chen.
Mo Nian solemnly said, “This so-called Dao is to take other people’s things without them knowing and without telling them. This is—”[1]
“Scram! I’m being serious!”
Long Chen directly cut him off. This fellow was pulling out the nonsense that he had spouted back at the Immortal Intoxication Pavilion.
Mo Nian chuckled, “Have you sensed something odd about the Grand Dao qi in Sovereign flames?”
Long Chen nodded. The aura contained within his Sovereign flames was strong and hallow, giving him a feeling of containing the workings of heaven and earth, a power that made the world function.
For such a thing to appear within the body, it was no wonder each Sovereign flame could increase a person’s power by so much. This trace of Grand Dao qi within his Sovereign flames made Long Chen feel the love of heaven and earth, the will to nourish all life.
However, how did such a holy thing appear in the bodies of such vile lifeforms?
Mo Nian smirked. “Tch, I won’t waste time on questions with no answers. I believe that once I stand at the peak of the world, the truth will naturally reveal itself. At the mountain’s summit, the Dao is me, and I am the Dao. Understanding will come then. But right now, I’m still climbing the mountain. I can only estimate how high and vast it is. To imagine the summit now... don’t you think the gap between imagination and reality would be too great?”
Hearing this, Long Chen nodded. Mo Nian’s words were reasonable. The history of cultivation was a vast river with countless cultivators flowing through it. There had never been a shortage of peerless geniuses. But how many truly dared to claim they had achieved the Dao?
They continued flying through the air. Eventually, they sensed strange spatial fluctuations coming from ahead. Following that, a bone-chilling aura made their hair stand on end.
1. In chapter 569 this is Long Chen’s response to what the Dao is. It is a pun on the word Dao involving another word that is pronounced the same that means to steal. ☜