Long Chen opened the sack. Inside was a map, a tablet, as well as a dagger covered in strange runes.
The map depicted an underground cavern, revealing that the devil race lived beneath the surface. The interior was a maze of intercrossing passageways, with the core region marked by a special insignia.
“So this is the core area of the devil race. Based on this map, it seems that the altar I saw is there.” Long Chen mused as he studied the map.
Next, Long Chen picked up the tablet—it bore Ying Wudao’s aura. Then, his gaze fell upon the dagger.
The moment Long Chen’s divine sense probed the ancient dagger, his pupils shrank slightly, and his hair stood on end.
Damn, this is an energy storage divine item!
Long Chen hadn’t expected Ying Wudao to give him such a terrifying divine weapon.
Divine weapons like this were exceedingly rare, possessing internal spaces capable of storing energy. Long Chen had learned from Guo Ran that he never attempted to craft such weapons due to the extreme difficulty of the process and the absurd amount of resources required.
There were two types of energy storage divine weapons—those that required their master to infuse energy into them and those that could passively absorb energy from heaven and earth.
For example, a flame-element divine weapon that could store energy in flame spirit stones, fire crystals, or similar treasures. Once fully charged, it could unleash devastating power.
Ying Wudao’s dagger belonged to the second type—a divine weapon capable of autonomously absorbing the energy of heaven and earth to grow stronger. Such weapons were unfairly powerful. They contained intricate formations that absorbed natural energy over the course of tens of thousands of years.
Since this dagger possessed primal chaos qi, it was clearly an object from the primal chaos era. Long Chen didn’t know that it was an ancestral relic passed down through Ying Wudao’s lineage.
Energy storage divine items were further categorized as either reusable or single-use. Due to the extraordinary materials required, most of them were designed for repeated use. Single-use ones were almost unheard of.
Just now, when Long Chen probed the dagger, he instinctively recoiled. The energy stored inside the dagger was enough that if detonated, it wouldn’t just kill him—it would decimate the entire battlefield. No one would survive.
“It seems Ying Wudao really hates this devil tribe. With this weapon in hand, he could have killed them all alongside himself in one go,” murmured Long Chen.
If triggered correctly, the dagger could slay early-stage Divine Emperors. A mid-stage Divine Emperor wouldn’t be spared either.
“What exactly was he thinking when he gave this to me? Is he expecting me to die in a blaze of glory?” Long Chen pondered.
He turned back to the map, his eyes narrowing at the symbol marking the core region—it resembled two crossed daggers.
“Does he want me to use this dagger to destroy the altar? To eliminate the hybrids inside?” Long Chen speculated.
The look of fury on Ying Wudao’s face over the rainbow wing race being used as breeding stock flashed through Long Chen’s mind. It made sense. The heavenly geniuses within the altar were likely the strongest of the devil race’s hybrids. However, they were abominations in Ying Wudao’s eyes.
Understanding dawned on Long Chen. Ying Wudao wanted him to use the dagger to obliterate the altar before those hybrids completed their transformation. Otherwise, once they absorbed enough violet blood energy and emerged, the violet blood race would face disaster.
But this left Long Chen conflicted. If Ying Wudao had truly had a chance to do this himself, he wouldn’t have left it to Long Chen. Something must have prevented him from acting.
And now, with this dagger in his hands, Long Chen was tempted.
Long Chen was already very curious about the altar. Now, with Ying Wudao’s ominous marker, his desire to uncover the truth grew stronger.
Those heavenly geniuses inside had to be extraordinary existences; otherwise, Ying Wudao wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to plot their destruction.
Long Chen now had two options. He could feign ignorance and do nothing. Or he could disguise himself as Ying Wudao, infiltrate the devil race, and uncover the secrets of the altar firsthand.
If he chose to infiltrate, he had to act fast. If the devil race realized Ying Wudao had escaped, his window of opportunity would close.
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But infiltrating the devil race alone? That was sheer madness. Even Long Chen had to acknowledge the danger.
Or did he?
Long Chen gritted his teeth and made his decision. “Risk and reward always go hand in hand. If I don’t dare, I won’t gain anything. Damn it, I’m doing it!”
After slaughtering another group of dozens of devil experts, Luo Yanfeng and the others were utterly drained. Their enemies had been stronger than last time, pushing them beyond their limits.
After this fight, their bodies were shivering and numb—a clear sign of overexertion.
Seeing their state, Long Chen immediately escorted them back to the Luo family. They needed rest. He handed another batch of Heavenly Dao Fruits to Luo Zichuan before returning to the battlefield alone.
Upon arrival, Long Chen took out the tablet Ying Wudao had given him. Using its devil blood energy, he concealed his aura and altered his appearance. After verifying his disguise in a mirror, Long Chen boldly stepped toward the depths of the devil race’s territory.
Soon, Long Chen reached a checkpoint manned by a single guard. Suddenly, an icy-faced monster of the devil race with a broadsword appeared before him with a scowl.
“How dare you step onto the battlefield!? Get back inside!” the devil monster snarled.
Clearly, the rainbow wing race members weren’t permitted to leave the devil race headquarters. This seemed to be common knowledge within the tribe.
“Don’t think that your face and the support of some women allow you to act as you please! Who do you think you are?” the devil monster spat.
“Some women?” Long Chen’s expression twisted oddly. It seemed Ying Wudao had lived a tough life all these years. He actually had to resort to such means.
“They’re all in seclusion now. No one’s here to protect you. If you don’t want to die, get the hell back inside!” barked the devil monster.
Long Chen said nothing. He had just acquired crucial information—those women were in seclusion. If that referred to the altar, they were likely absorbing energy there.
Seeing Long Chen dejectedly walking away, the devil monster sneered at him scornfully but didn’t make things any harder on him.
Long Chen was smart. He had used spatial energy to teleport behind the guard. To any onlookers, it would appear as though he had just emerged from the devil race headquarters and been reprimanded.
When the devil warrior shouted, Long Chen immediately sensed several waves of divine sense scanning him. He tensed but maintained his act.
Lowering his head, he stepped into the devil race’s domain.
Not long after, he encountered a group of heavily injured devil experts. A thought struck him, and without hesitation, he walked toward them.