Chapter 6760 Time is Pressing
A full-moon diagram flashed above the palace. Within it, the image of a tiger roaring toward the heavens slowly emerged.
“Senior Long Chen. Take a look...”
Li Wangshu glanced over at Long Chen. Since Long Chen had come here for the Tiger Venerate line, he left the decision to him.
The last time the Tiger Venerate line had issued such a summons, the Fullmoon race had been too severely injured to send reinforcements.
This time was different.
Since the Fullmoon race had recovered from that battle, they definitely had to go support the Tiger Venerate line.
However, the Rock Crystal race had just been crippled, and the Golden Horn race was now under the Brahma line’s watchful eye.
If only the Fullmoon race issued a call to their subordinates, they probably wouldn’t be able to gather many allies. It would also take some time. Whether they should immediately head to the Tiger Venerate line or use the limited time to consolidate more allies was a difficult decision.
Li Wangshu left the judgment to Long Chen.
“Is this an urgent distress signal? Or is there some flexibility?” asked Long Chen.
“It’s a white summons,” Li Wangshu replied. “They’re requesting that we arrive within one month.”
One month.
It sounded like enough time, but in reality, it was a tight schedule. Gathering top experts from major factions and traveling to the Tiger Venerate line’s ancestral land would normally take longer—especially given the recent chaos among the three great races.
Their followers were all watching, unsure whether they would send reinforcements.
“How long does it take to get to the Tiger Venerate line’s land?” asked Long Chen.
“If we go at maximum speed and encounter no resistance on the way, it will take seven days. But normally we give ourselves ten days just to be safe,” said Li Wangshu.
“In other words, we have twenty days to prepare? That’s enough. Race Leader Wangshu, find me somewhere quiet. I need to prepare some things!”
Li Wangshu did not hesitate. He granted Long Chen full access to Fullmoon Peak itself. There was nowhere more private than Fullmoon Peak.
The following day, Long Chen handed Li Wangshu eight medicinal pills and instructed him to select disciples with the greatest talent and potential.
When Li Wangshu learned that Long Chen planned to head to the Golden Horn race next, he grew uneasy. He suggested accompanying Long Chen with the Fullmoon race’s Heavenly Sovereign Dao Weapon. That way, he would be able to repel disturbance from the Brahma line.
However, Long Chen refused and simply left with Jin Ming.
Li Wangshu had no idea what these medicinal pills were, but he followed Long Chen’s instructions and picked out eight highly talented disciples to consume them.
The result stunned everyone.
Violent energy erupted within their bodies, so intense it seemed they would explode. At the same time, the Fullmoon race’s karmic luck surged toward them, helping to restrain and refine that power.
Once this explosive power was refined, Li Wangshu quivered with excitement. All eight of them now possessed auras on the level of divine sons.
In other words, the Fullmoon race had just gained eight divine sons. Adding on Xu Changchuan, Youlan, and Qingwu, they had eleven disciples on this level.
The truth was that Long Chen had picked out eight Heavenly Dao Fruits from the Heavenly Dao Tree that corresponded to the Rock Crystal race and Golden Horn race’s divine sons.
However, he naturally couldn’t just give them to Li Wangshu. He refined them into pills first to cover up the heaven-defying powers of the Heavenly Dao Tree.
“Senior Long Chen, just who are you?” Li Wangshu muttered.
Li Wangshu considered himself an experienced man, but Long Chen’s methods left him stunned. With these eight new divine sons, he finally saw hope that the Fullmoon race would one day surpass even its ancestors.
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After multiple spatial transportations, Long Chen and Jin Ming appeared in the Golden Horn race’s ancestral land.
Everyone was on high alert here. It was as if they were awaiting a great foe.
Someone rushed forward the moment Jin Ming appeared.
“Race Leader, the Brahma line sent envoys! Elder Jin Feng is receiving them now. You should go immediately!”
After reporting, that person finally noticed Long Chen standing beside Jin Ming—the very person responsible for the Golden Horn race’s devastating losses.
“Let’s take a look,” Long Chen said calmly.
He was surprised. The Brahma line had moved faster than expected. It had barely been a day.
They hurried to a grand golden palace. Before they even entered, an enraged voice rang out.
“Your Golden Horn race really is garbage. Your Race Leader Jin Ming is the biggest piece of trash of all. As for Yan Chengshan, he wasn’t even fit to be trash. Two races and countless experts, and you still lost to a single junior? You should have all died on the battlefield!”
Jin Ming stealthily transmitted to Long Chen, “That person was with Long Can before. I remember his voice.”
“That trash Jin Ming still hasn’t returned. Did he already die in the Fullmoon race’s territory?” demanded that voice.
“Law Protector, please calm down. The patriarch’s soul jade tablet is still intact, so he is alive. Please, have some tea and relax. Perhaps our race leader will be back soon.” A woman’s voice rang out.
A sharp cracking sound echoed. Someone had shattered a teacup.
“My time is precious!” the voice roared. “Do you think I have time to wait for that trash? I’ll give you two choices. Hand over the Golden Wheel and all your treasures, or I’ll slaughter you all and take them myself!”
Inside the palace, an elder sat arrogantly upon the main throne.
He was an acquired Divine Sovereign—one radiating thrumming faith energy and immense pressure.
Beside him were two other acquired Divine Sovereigns and a dozen ordinary Divine Sovereigns, all wearing expressions of naked contempt.
Standing opposite of them was a woman who looked to be in her forties. She did her best to diffuse their temper by accompanying them.
“Protector Sun, don’t waste any further time on them. They’re already worthless. We can just take their treasury for Mistress Long Can. We still need to hurry on to the Evil Spirit Stone race. There’s no reason to delay for trash like this,” an elder behind the throne said impatiently.
“Hmph. Well? Are you handing it over or not?!”
Protector Sun barked, his Sovereign might surging and causing the palace to tremble.
“Hey,” a calm voice interrupted, “there’s no need to shout so loudly. Even if Long Can herself were here, she wouldn’t dare speak to me like that.”
Just then, Long Chen and Jin Ming walked through the entrance.