Chapter 5767 The Devil Race’s Elites
Long Chen returned to his residence in the Luo family’s territory, preparing to continue his study of the Eight Star Battle Armor when Luo Zichuan walked in.
“It’s settled,” said Luo Zichuan.
Long Chen was excited. He stared at him in disbelief.
“Really?” asked Long Chen.
“Really. The race leader himself has granted me full access to the resources within the violet blood race. However, he also hinted that I shouldn’t make it too obvious,” Luo Zichuan replied with a smile.
“Hehe, as if we needed that warning. This kind of thing can’t see the light of day.”
Long Chen chuckled and immediately handed over his finest violet blood Heavenly Dao Fruits. Despite being mentally prepared, Luo Zichuan was still incomparably shocked when he saw the fruits with natural heaven vein marks.
At his level, Luo Zichuan could fully sense the power within the Heavenly Dao Fruits. These fruits contained the ability to seize the fortune of the heavens—consuming them was akin to defying fate itself.
No wonder Long Chen was so cautious. If news of such treasures spread, it would shake the entire world.
“Grandpa, you should let uncles distribute them. Remember, our Luo family once raised a batch of decent disciples,” said Long Chen.
After all, he had provided Heavenly Dao Fruits to the Luo family more than once before.
“I will do it personally. This time is different from last time. There cannot be the slightest mistake,” Luo Zichuan said solemnly.
Luo Zichuan ultimately decided to take them away and deal with this matter himself.
Long Chen nodded. This truly wasn’t something they could afford to be careless about. If word got out, the Bi family would undoubtedly go crazy. They would never allow the Luo family to grow even stronger.
For now, the Luo family should avoid contending with the Bi family. If they had to fight, they should ensure they wouldn’t take hideous losses. Hence, silently getting stronger was the right path.
After Luo Zichuan left, Long Chen started forming hand seals. His divine ring appeared, its stars flowing like a celestial river. Under Long Zhantian’s guidance, Long Chen’s control over his astral energy had reached new heights.
Even within the confines of his small room, he could summon his starry sea without allowing his aura to leak. Eight stars spun behind him, shifting positions continuously in search of the strongest formation.
A five-sided star, a six-sided star, a seven-sided star, and an eight-sided star—they transformed constantly. When the five-sided star appeared, the other three rotated in the opposite direction but failed to find a stable formation. The same was true for the six- and seven-sided stars.
No matter how Long Chen arranged them, once their power linked, there would be flaws, resulting in the astral energy not being able to flow through them smoothly. Rather than raising its power, it only weakened it.
At this moment, Long Chen’s best way was splitting them into two groups of four, which formed an eight-sided star. However, this configuration was unstable. It was like an imitation of the six-sided star. But while the power of the six stars was able to flow, the eight-sided star seemed to be hindered by some invisible force.
As a result, while Long Chen could create the Eight Star Battle Armor, its enhancement was only double the previous version. In contrast, his Five Star, Six Star, and Seven Star Battle Armor had provided more than tenfold increases in strength.
Thirteen astral dragons swam in Long Chen’s starry sea and flowed along with his will, taking various forms as he sought the strongest form of the Eight Star Battle Armor.
However, there were countless possible evolutions, and the movement of a single star would affect the power of the entire manifestation.
This was a major undertaking, but there was also no way around it. Long Chen had to find the perfect form for himself.
The most vexing thing about this was the absence of shortcuts or guides. Long Chen could only rely on the most basic and tedious method: trial and error.
After more than two hours, Long Chen felt a massive headache. He had no choice but to pause here. This kind of work was extremely taxing.
Just then, Luo Yanfeng and the others returned. When Long Chen saw them, he was shocked. After they had undergone the totemic baptism, their bloodline aura had become deeper and more restrained, yet a newfound sharpness radiated from within them. He also sensed an indistinct sacred energy within their bloodline, indicating that another power was slowly awakening.
Long Chen couldn’t help but feel slightly aggrieved. Why hadn’t the totemic blessing done anything for him? After all, he had contributed significantly to the violet blood race!
But then, when Long Chen thought about how the ancestral heroic spirits had actually kowtowed toward him, he felt like this matter was not so simple. If they had something to offer, they would have given it to him. If they hadn’t, it either meant they had nothing to give or they weren’t qualified to do so.
“Long Chen, I feel full of power after undergoing the totemic blessing! What about you?” asked Luo Jiang excitedly.
“Me too!” Long Chen immediately changed the subject. “Gather everyone. We’re going back to the battlefield. Let’s make sure everyone can undergo the totemic blessing. That way, we’ll create such a gap between us and the Bi family that they won’t be able to threaten us.”
“Yes!”
Everyone hastily nodded. Only those who had undergone the blessing knew how precious this opportunity was. They quickly regrouped and headed straight back for the battlefield.
As they arrived, the Heavenly Dao Tree within the primal chaos space quivered, and Heavenly Dao Fruits occasionally appeared.
“It seems the totemic blessing has inspired everyone to work harder,” Long Chen muttered.
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The totemic blessing was no longer a secret, and the senior generation of the violet blood race definitely knew what it indicated. Thus, they had sent out all their elite disciples.
However, this meant that countless lives would be lost. Luo Zichuan had warned that by the time this war ended, perhaps over ninety percent of the violet blood race’s elite disciples would be dead. It was a brutal, bloody process of selection, ensuring only the strongest survived.
The strongest survivors would go on to compete with other branches of the violet blood race. The victors would gain entry to Sovereign Mountain, becoming part of the main forces of their race.
Long Chen and the others flew for a while after being transported to the battlefield, and they saw countless disciples fighting the devil race.
Among them were Bi family disciples who tensed at the sight of Long Chen’s group. Fear flickered in their eyes, though they tried to conceal it. However, Long Chen ignored them and advanced deeper into the battlefield.
Here, there were no clear rules—only the law of survival. Perhaps this was the true essence of the battlefield: the fittest would thrive, and the weak would perish.
Long Chen and his comrades encountered several skirmishes as they pressed forward. The ground was littered with devil corpses, while violet blood race experts continued to fall.
Soon, they reached an area devoid of their allies. Instead, they found themselves facing a formidable army of devil race elites, their bloodthirsty eyes gleaming.
They coldly watched as Long Chen and the others approached, looking like hunters awaiting their prey.
These devils weren’t large in number—only in the tens of thousands—but their devil qi was terrifying. Their leader, a ten-foot-tall warrior wielding a massive spiked club, exuded an overwhelming sense of danger. His black runes flickered ominously, and his crocodile-like eyes gleamed with savage bloodlust.
His mouth split into a wicked grin, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
“Humans, welcome. Now die.”
With a single step, he shot forward like a shooting star.