Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Long Chen stared into the abyss. A bone-chilling cold seeped into his core, accompanied by overwhelming sorrow.

“Was there a terrifying battle fought here?” Long Chen asked.

Feng Xinyue nodded. “This was once one of the most bitter battlefields during the war of the primal chaos era. It was the prefecture city of the Heaven Essence Divine Prefecture—a realm that united thirty-eight medium prefectures and ninety-six minor prefectures. It boasted three thousand major mountains, one thousand valleys, and ten thousand ravines, sheltering countless human sects.

“But even this stronghold, the most fortified refuge of humanity, couldn’t withstand the endless bloody war and fell. It fell into darkness, draining the Heaven Essence World’s dragon vein energy and consuming the scattered treasures of this land. The Heaven Essence World was left in ruins, its energy depleted. Over time, it has slowly recovered. When its energy reaches a certain threshold, a great phenomenon in the nine heavens marks the return of the Heaven Essence Divine Prefecture.”

“So, the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm is the remnants of the Heaven Essence Divine Prefecture?” asked Long Chen.

“Correct,” Feng Xinyue confirmed. “What was once the Heaven Essence Divine Prefecture is now the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm. However, it has long since shed its original form. It has become its own world, teeming with strange vegetation, demonic beasts, and lifeforms so powerful that some rival rank-nine Divine Emperors.”

Rank-nine Divine Emperors?

Even Long Chen and Yue Zifeng gasped at that. A rank-one Divine Emperor was already strong enough, so wouldn’t a rank-nine Divine Emperor capable of dispersing their souls with just a thought?

Feng Xinyue hadn’t even warned them of this. However, thinking about it, whether she had told them earlier or not was irrelevant—they would have ventured in regardless. For the primal chaos Dragon Sovereign’s Emperor reverse scale, even if the Nether Emperor himself stood in their way, Long Chen wouldn’t hesitate.

As for the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples, though visibly shocked, their resolve didn’t waver. Under Long Chen’s guidance, they had shed their once-pampered identities, emerging as battle-hardened warriors.

“How do we enter the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm? Are we supposed to just jump in?” Tang Wan-er asked, boldly stepping near the edge of the abyss.

Two more steps and she would fall in. She peered into its depths, her body shivering involuntarily.

Feng Xinyue shook her head. “After the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm formed its own world, it expanded limitlessly, shedding its identity as the old Heaven Essence Divine Prefecture. When the qi flow of the nine heavens changes, the Heaven Essence World’s dragon vein qi is drawn into this abyss. All the dragon veins of this world will converge here, creating a bridge for those blessed with their power. Our Wind God Sea Pavilion’s karmic luck will guide the formation of this bridge. Meanwhile, factions without dragon veins will have to borrow from others or wait until the mystic realm fully stabilizes.”

Hearing this, Long Chen and the others understood the threats from the lame idiots who had tried to intimidate the Wind God Sea Pavilion. They had sought to exploit their dragon vein access but died in the process.

Feng Xinyue smiled faintly. “We arrived earlier than expected. I had anticipated some interruptions from our sworn enemies, but none have shown themselves.”

Just then, the ground trembled as a procession of golden-armored warriors appeared, their gleaming lances catching the light. Mounted on majestic golden warhorses, they stopped just shy of the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples.

These warriors and their steeds were completely encased in armor. No one could see what they really looked like underneath.

The warriors were large and muscular, and their warhorses looked like exceptional divine steeds, clearly a breed of powerful demonic creatures. Most astonishingly, their auras seamlessly fused with those of their riders, creating an overwhelming sense of unity.

There were tens of millions of them, and the golden radiance emanating from their force was dazzling, illuminating the sky. The sight of tens of thousands of them moving in perfect synchronization was awe-inspiring.

“They look good,” Long Chen remarked, genuinely impressed.

To his surprise, the leader of the golden army responded with a crisp, melodious voice. “Friend, you’re not bad yourself.”

Long Chen blinked in shock. The voice belonged to a towering, muscular woman.

“Qing Shuang, don’t talk to shady people. This little fellow is clearly a glib-tongued pretty boy. Stay away from him,” a gruff, ancient voice interjected.

It was laced with authority and power, resonating like a war drum. Just his voice alone was enough to tell everyone that he was terrifyingly powerful. At the very least, he was a rank-one Divine Emperor. Sadly, he was very rude.

Long Chen rolled his eyes, annoyed by the remark, while Tang Wan-er couldn’t suppress her laughter and quipped, “Senior, your vision is spot on. He’s definitely a glib-tongued pretty boy.”

Originally, Tang Wan-er had wanted to say that Long Chen was particularly fond of picking up beautiful women, and the armored woman should be wary of him. But if she really said that, Long Chen might take it seriously. She didn’t want to hurt him like that.

Seeing Long Chen’s embarrassed appearance, the armored woman couldn’t help but laugh, embarrassing him even further.

She acted as if she wanted to speak more, but due to a secret warning from her elder, she didn’t say anything further.

With both sides just staring at each other, An awkward tension settled over the two groups until another faction arrived. These newcomers exuded potent Blood Qi, their faces marked by blood-colored runes that writhed like centipedes.

Long Chen and Yue Zifeng immediately stiffened, their expressions darkening.

“The Blood race,” they said at the same time.

They hadn’t expected to encounter a powerful batch of the Blood race here. The golden-armored troops positioned themselves to the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s right, while the Blood race halted on their left. As soon as the Blood race warriors spotted Long Chen, a murderous aura erupted from them.