Nine Star Hegemon Body Art - Chapter 5880

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Three days later, a thunderous explosion echoed through the palace as the final golden dragon pillar collapsed.

Long Chen slowly opened his eyes. Golden runes shimmered within them, resembling golden auspicious clouds. A sacred aura surged from Long Chen, making him seem like a symbol of holiness.

“Cloud Dragon Eight Forms.”

At this moment, Long Chen had fully comprehended the divine abilities of the eight dragon pillars—and along with that comprehension, he gained their name.

“So the Cloud Dragon Immolation Claw originated from the cloud dragon race.”

One of the pillars in particular contained the Cloud Dragon Immolation Claw. But to Long Chen’s surprise, the version used by the cloud dragon race was vastly different from the one he had learned. Theirs was gentle, rising from below to form a sealing barrier that restrained the target.

But the version taught to him by the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign was explosive—descending from above like divine wrath meant to crush all beneath it.

There was a stark contrast in aura and intent. Clearly, the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign had altered this technique to suit its own brutal style.

Techniques that held back weren’t to Long Chen’s taste. But he didn’t immediately begin modifying them. First, he carefully sealed the original Cloud Dragon Eight Forms into his memory.

If he ever encountered the remnants of the cloud dragon race in the future, he could pass down these original techniques to them.

After sealing the original techniques in his memory, Long Chen closed his eyes and started to ponder how he could modify them based on the characteristics of his dragon blood and his own fighting style.

The Cloud Dragon Eight Forms were filled with profundities. They were likely the cloud dragon race’s pinnacle techniques, or they wouldn’t have been sealed within these sacred pillars. Before the race’s annihilation, these divine arts had been entrusted to Liu Changtian.

Time passed bit by bit. Long Chen was immersed in the mysteries of the Cloud Dragon Eight Forms. He wasn’t just studying the techniques—he was studying himself. He was forging a new set of techniques that belonged to him alone.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. While Long Chen was comprehending the Cloud Dragon Eight Forms, the Undying race’s experts were going crazy in the Seven Treasure Space.

Their foundations were now solid, and they were unafraid of death. After all, they had charged to the final level of the Seven Treasure Space.

Furious roars echoed across their training ground. Every time they died, they resurrected and charged back in.

On the seventh level, a single figure stood alone, sweeping through their ranks. The Undying race’s elite disciples collapsed before this figure like wheat before a scythe.

It was the Nether Emperor.

Somehow, the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Tree had copied him. Each time he struck, it was an instant kill—regardless of who faced him. Not even Liu Minghao and the others could withstand a single blow.

“Don’t stop! Exhaust it!” Liu Qingyu roared, charging in once more.

But before his vision even cleared, a white light flashed, and he died again.

“It’s no good! Numbers won’t work. We can’t block even one attack!”

“The problem is the other monsters keep reviving too! They’re getting in our way. We can’t even surround him.”

“This level’s beyond our reach. We should take this step-by-step.”

Over the past half month of nonstop combat, the Undying race’s Sovereign sprouts had been thoroughly honed. Their innate power had always been high; what they had lacked was battle experience.

By now, every single one of them had died thousands—if not millions—of times. Their wills had become as unyielding as steel. Again and again, they charged to the sixth level, determined to one day conquer the seventh.

Yet, this final level didn’t contain just the Nether Emperor. It housed every terrifying existence Long Chen had ever slain—devils, sword cultivators, greater demons with terrifying divine weapons.

These lifeforms would vanish when killed, but would return after an incense stick’s time to clash with them again.

Their strategy was to wear the Nether Emperor down with sheer numbers. But to do that, they had to battle through these resurrecting monsters over and over again.

And despite everything—they were failing.

What truly drove them was the thought that Long Chen had managed to fight that figure with a fifty percent chance of winning.

They refused to believe they couldn’t at least kill the Nether Emperor once. That single kill was their only way to vent their indignation. Fueled by that desire, they ground away at him for an entire day and night without rest.

To their credit, the Undying race lived up to their name. Other races would have collapsed in despair after being killed that many times.

By relying on their tough wills, the Undying race managed to fight a whole day and night against the Nether Emperor without stopping. If Long Chen learned of this, even he would be stunned.

“Fuck, he really pisses me off!” shouted Liu Qingyu.

Once again expelled from the space, Liu Qingyu slammed his fists into the ground in frustration.

In the end, they had failed.

None of them could continue. Their minds were worn thin; their souls battered. If they kept going, they would break down mentally.

This battle had truly been a heavy blow to them. Long Chen had killed such a terrifying figure alone. But even together, they had been helpless. It was humiliating.

Though they no longer dared show even a hint of arrogance around Long Chen, their pride still burned inside them. They wanted to defeat the Nether Emperor just once, so they could face Long Chen without shame.

However, they had failed. Even Liu Minghao and the others were crestfallen.

Liu Rujiao was sprawled out amongst them, panting for breath. Still, she couldn’t resist a bit of grumbling.

“I’m dead tired. I told you it wouldn’t work, but no one listened. Now I can’t even move...”

Despite her complaints, she had also hoped to beat that fellow—just once. At the very least, that would make Long Chen stop looking down on them.

Now, they could only lie beneath the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Tree. Its divine light streamed down on them. Whether it was a blessing or mockery was unclear. But either way, it didn’t improve their mood.

At this moment, Liu Ruyan and Chu Yao’s figures also came out of the Seven Treasure Space.

They hadn’t joined the battle. Instead, they had spent the day and night cultivating on the sixth level. Upon seeing the others’ miserable state, they were speechless.

This outcome had been entirely within their expectations.

“Now do you believe me?” asked Liu Ruyan.

“I believe you,” Liu Minghao responded with a bitter smile.

Liu Ruyan had warned them that this enemy couldn’t be defeated with numbers, but they hadn’t listened.

“Long Chen has come out of seclusion. All disciples, gather immediately. The Undying race is entrusting a critical mission to you all.”

It was Liu Changtian. The moment they heard his voice, every single one of them scrambled to their feet—regardless of how exhausted they were.