"I've already passed on the Dragon Blood Rune to you. As for divine abilities, I can't teach you." The Chaos Dragon Emperor said.
"Why?" Long Chen was taken aback.
"The dragon clan's divine abilities all evolve from these runes. If I teach you, it will only restrict you.
Divine techniques are just forms. If I teach you, you will easily be trapped by form, thereby narrowing your imagination.
You've already learned techniques like Cloud Dragon Claw, Divine Dragon Tail Swing, Dragon Roar Across the Nine Heavens, and Imperial Blood Seal. You should be able to apply analogies and understand ten.
The human race's talent lies in wisdom, and you must fully utilize it. The dragon clan's divine abilities may not necessarily suit you, so you must integrate the runes of the dragon race and tailor your own unique divine powers for you, Long Chen.
What belongs to me is ultimately mine, just like the Lord of the Nine Stars—what belongs to him is ultimately his, and others can only imitate it at most.
Take you, Long Chen, for example. You've risen from the mortal realm like a comet, and so many people respect you, admire you, and strive to learn from you.
But you also know that true powerhouses are unique and cannot be replicated."
"I've learned a lot,"
Long Chen nodded, his face full of excitement. The Chaos Dragon Emperor's reminder suddenly gave Long Chen a sense of revelation, as if his vision ahead had suddenly cleared.
The Chaos Dragon Emperor was actually hinting to Long Chen that he had been trapped by the 'form' of the Nine-Star Overbearing Body Technique for too long, his mind stiffened, and he was unable to figure it out.
The word "form" mentioned by the Chaos Dragon Emperor was a double entendre, essentially telling Long Chen not to get too hung up on what the ultimate form of the Eight-Star Battle Body should look like.
Form is ultimately form, not spirit. What is God? God should be the spiritual core of the Nine-Star Overlord Body Technique. Long Chen had never considered this question before, but now, as if suddenly enlightened, he seemed to grasp the key point.
"Whoosh."
Long Chen flickered and arrived beneath the Seven Treasures Glazed Tree. He discovered that among the thirty million disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, almost everyone had formed their natal heavenly veins, but only about eighty percent had basically formed a single life-bound heavenly vein.
Long Chen looked at these people and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had given them a chance, but unfortunately, he couldn't help them defy fate and change their fate. A single life-bound heavenly vein was already their limit.
However, there were also some with exceptional talent and exceptional comprehension, who had already condensed three or four innate heavenly veins.
Only those with their natal heavenly veins can fully unleash their natal power. There is a huge gap between them and ordinary destined beings; their strength is incomparable.
Looking at the Hidden Dragon Legion, what pleased Long Chen was that the Hidden Dragon warriors had all condensed six strands of Heavenly Vein dragon energy, while Xiaoyue and the others had condensed seven.
Seeing the Hidden Dragon Legion's lineup, Long Chen felt a surge of pride. He personally selected all the warriors of the Hidden Dragon Legion.
These kind and resolute girls had endured brutal and bloody training in the Seven Treasures Space, unraveling the gates of life and death and seeing their true selves. This proved that Long Chen's judgment was extremely sharp.
However, although Long Chen provided them with the best conditions for cultivation, their current situation was inseparable from their courage to survive even at the cost of death.
Others cultivate diligently, but they are desperately cultivating. It is precisely because of this that they have achieved their current remarkable success.
When Long Chen looked at Tang Wan'er, he was startled and couldn't help but count the life-bound dragon veins behind Tang Wan'er with his fingers:
"One, two... Eight, nine, ten—truly ten Heavenly Vein Dragon Qi." When Long Chen saw the ten Heavenly Veins of Dragon Energy, he was stunned.
Nine is the extreme; breaking through again would lead to entering the Human Emperor realm, but Tang Wan'er had condensed ten Heavenly Vein Dragon Qi strands.
"Could it be..." Long Chen was both surprised and delighted.
"Don't think only you can condense thirteen Heavenly Vein Dragon Qi. The Wind God's legacy is very powerful.
Moreover, the Wind God's fortune was not severed; Feng Xinyue poured all the fortune of the Wind God lineage into her.
It won't be long before she condenses the eleventh Heavenly Vein Dragon Qi, and her speed will far surpass yours." The Chaos Dragon Emperor said.
"Hehe, that's great. With such a strong wife, let me try what it's like to relax under a big tree." Long Chen chuckled.
"Come to the top,"
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Chaos Dragon Emperor sneered, clearly showing great disdain for Long Chen's idea.
Long Chen shrugged. To find such a strong wife, isn't it just my own strength? What's the difference between being successful or not? Your thinking is way too rotten.
Long Chen quietly approached the Seven Treasures Glazed Tree without disturbing anyone. He glanced at Aman, who was still asleep, snoring continuously, like thunder and low growls, somewhat frightening.
However, besides the snoring sounds, there were also some strange rumbling noises. Listening carefully, Long Chen couldn't help but laugh—it was Aman's stomach rumbling.
Although Aman consumed the least while asleep, his own consumption was astonishing. He figured it wouldn't be long before he would be woken up from hunger and would have to eat.
Seeing that everything was safe, Long Chen wasted no more time. He slowly closed his eyes and bathed in the divine radiance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tree, as nine blood-red dragons appeared behind him.
Unlike the other people's vague dragon veins, this giant dragon was vivid and lifelike, like a living creature. Divine brilliance shimmered in its eyes, dragon might surged, overlooking eternity.
Within the scales on the dragon's body, runes flowed—these were the bloodline runes passed down to Long Chen by the Chaos Dragon Emperor, all gathered on these dragon scales.
Not only the scales, but also the dragon horns, claws, fins, and even the dragon teeth were covered with runes. These runes were not deliberately arranged by Long Chen but were left behind after successfully condensing and finding their own place.
Nine dragons converged, blood energy surged, wrapping Long Chen tightly. The divine radiance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tree pierced through the blood-red mist, illuminating Long Chen. At this moment, Long Chen radiated an endless sacred aura, as if the Dragon Emperor had descended, looking down on all eternity.
Long Chen's mind was clear. At this moment, his mind was calm as still water, like a mirror reflecting endless blood-red runes. He simply watched them quietly, letting them evolve on their own, sensing their fluctuations with his heart.
Reflection is a mysterious and mysterious thing. Sometimes it seems like you have gained a lot, other times it feels like you gain nothing. But whether you gain or lose, you must always keep your heart clear. If you remain in a state of anxiety and insecurity, it won't be long before you go mad.
Time passed bit by bit. Long Chen simply felt with his heart, not caring about gains or losses. What he didn't know was that the nine giant dragons behind him grew increasingly solid, their scales beginning to show a distinctive luster, and their claws and fangs displayed dazzling sharpness.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the void trembled, startling everyone awake. Long Chen had no choice but to stop comprehending and open his eyes.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, with a loud explosion, the spatial passage collapsed with a roar.