Chapter 6339 Trillion Races
“This medicinal pill actually contains a trace of faith energy. But this faith energy... it’s different from the Brahma line...” Long Chen muttered.
As Long Chen examined it, an image flashed through his mind. It was of a statue eternally clutching a pill furnace.
“Fallen Daynight!”
Lord Brahma was well-known throughout the nine heavens and ten lands, while Fallen Daynight—someone on the same level as him—was shrouded in obscurity. There was rarely any information about him.
“Who did you buy this pill from?” asked Long Chen.
The baldie answered, “I have no idea who we got it from. All I know is that we purchase a batch every few years. Sometimes decades pass, sometimes centuries. The exact details are only known to the race leader and a few top elders. Even Lord Long Wu isn’t qualified to know.”
Long Chen frowned. Even Long Wu didn’t know? That meant this transaction couldn’t stand the light of day.
From what he knew, Lord Brahma and Fallen Daynight had both betrayed their master and the nine heavens. The signs of their collusion with the other-world experts were practically undeniable.
However, why go to such lengths to hide it? What kind of unspeakable secret lay behind all this?
The faith energy within this pill was incredibly faint and well-concealed. Aside from him, only a handful of the sharpest experts would even notice it.
Was Fallen Daynight attempting to use pills as a medium to control the vile dragon race?
After thinking of that, Long Chen had the baldie consume his pill to quickly recover.
The baldie obeyed. After swallowing it, his energy rebounded to fifty percent in mere moments. The recovery speed was astonishing.
But when his gaze shifted, there was a flicker of something in his eyes.
Long Chen sneered. “What, are you already wondering if you can rebel?”
“No, no! I wouldn’t dare!” the baldie stammered.
“Good. Then absorb this soul blood.”
Long Chen flicked his finger, producing a tiny drop of blood. Within it glimmered a black rune—the slave seal. Once absorbed, it would bypass all defenses, rooting directly into the baldie’s soul. From that moment on, his life and death would rest in Long Chen’s hand.
“Master, if I absorb this rune... I might die immediately. There are restrictions inside my body—”
“Don’t worry. If I couldn’t deal with those restrictions, would I have wasted a peerless-grade golden pill on you? Absorb it!” Long Chen cut him off, voice laced with impatience.
The baldie knew he would be killed if he continued to refuse. Gritting his teeth, he carefully drew that drop of blood to his forehead.
The rune sank in, fusing into his head. To his surprise, this slave seal completely bypassed the vile dragon race’s spiritual restrictions and directly imprinted onto his soul.
“What...?”
He was stunned. Just how could Long Chen do this?
Seeing this, Long Chen sighed with relief. So that Green Old Sixth’s curse art was actually this powerful. Using it as a foundation, his slave seal managed to bypass the baldie’s spiritual restrictions.
Even Long Chen had expected this process to hurt. He’d thought he would need Zhi Zhi’s aid, and even then the procedure would likely cost the man half his life. That was why he’d waited until the baldie had recovered before testing the seal.
If it weren’t for the fact that Long Chen could clearly sense the baldie’s spiritual fluctuations and take control of him at any moment, he would suspect that his slave seal had failed.
With this, Long Chen had no further misgivings. The baldie also sighed with relief.
He dropped to one knee and said in a trembling, hollow voice, “Your slave Long Xu greets Master. From this day forth, I will be your most loyal servant. Whatever Master commands, Long Xu will not hesitate.”
This Long Xu was quite smart. Knowing that his fate rested in Long Chen’s hands, he hastily expressed his loyalty.
Long Chen snorted. “There’s no need for such boot-licking. Your hands are dyed in the blood of my people. In theory, you should forever be enslaved until you die in battle.”
“Yes.”
The baldie lowered his head, not daring to argue or even get mad. After all, Long Chen could read his thoughts.
“But I’m not so petty,” Long Chen continued. “There are both good and evil people in the nine heavens. I won’t judge you for the lives you took back then. All I require is your loyalty. Serve me faithfully, and when I reach the peak of the Nine Heavens, I will restore your freedom.”
Joy flared across Long Xu’s face, but he quickly corrected himself. “No—I, Long Xu, will follow Lord Long Chen to my last breath!”
“In the future, don’t speak like that,” Long Chen barked. “Now, let’s get down to business—where are you from?”
Last time he’d questioned Long Yu without a seal, the answers had triggered curse energy in the man’s soul. But now, with the slave seal linking their spirits, Long Chen could probe Long Xu without fear of backlash.
“Master, we are from the Primal Chaos World,” answered Long Xu.
“And where is the Primal Chaos World?”
Long Xu hesitated. “I don’t know the geography as you’d define it. The Primal Chaos World has been our home for countless generations. We fight the native races there endlessly...”
Through his explanation, Long Chen learned that this so-called Primal Chaos World was an incredibly vast world—more like the sum of the nine heavens than a single realm.
Long Chen shared the memory of the whale necropolis and the strange aura he’d felt at the edge of another world.
“Is this the aura of the Primal Chaos World?” Long Chen asked.
“Yes, that’s the aura! That is the aura of our Primal Chaos World!” Long Xu exclaimed. “The one who attacked you was essentially a world guard. They patrol the Primal Chaos World’s perimeter to stop nine heavens’ experts from peering inside. Even the weakest among them is a peak Sovereign Lord, but they were more like half-step Divine Sovereigns.”
World guards?
Long Chen asked, “Do you know this person?”
Long Xu shook his head. “There are trillions of races around the Primal Chaos World. Each has its own territory. Apart from a massive assault every ten thousand years, we rarely interact. So from a voice or aura alone, I can’t say which race that attacker belonged to.”
Long Chen’s mind flickered back to the ancient, warning voice in the dark—the one that hissed the time was running out. Could that voice have come from the heart of the Primal Chaos World?
“Tell me about the situation in the Primal Chaos World,” Long Chen said.
He had a feeling the answers he sought lay within that unknown world.