The Power of Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Flames

Translated by Basingh.

BOOM!

A deafening roar shook the chamber as flames of imperial might surged wildly around Long Chen. The energy absorbed by his Supreme Bone was now being devoured by his own flames.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine streams of Imperial Flame blazed furiously, each one brimming with terrifying power.

Yet, despite their immense strength, they were unstable—erratic, violent, and uncontrollable, like a herd of wild stallions resisting their rider’s command.

BANG!

Long Chen clenched his fist, and the very air around him exploded into fragments. A violent shockwave ricocheted through the training chamber, sending tremors rippling across the entire Imperial Dragon Nest.

He could feel it.

Compared to when he first stepped into the Three-Nines Realm, his strength had multiplied several times over!

"So this is the power of an Extreme Perfection Realm expert?" Long Chen marveled at the terrifying force coursing through his body.

SWOOSH!

With a shift in his hand seal, the Dragon Blood Imperial Flame vanished—replaced by a dazzling, seven-colored inferno.

This was the flame of the Seven-Colored Supreme Blood.

The air shimmered with a radiant glow, each wisp of flame pulsing with volatile energy. Seven distinct forces intertwined, each carrying the might of an erupting volcano, ready to detonate at a moment’s notice.

HUMM!

Again, the colors changed. The seven-colored flames disappeared, replaced by a regal Purple Blood Imperial Flame.

Though equally vast in number—nine hundred and ninety-nine—it radiated a completely different aura: holy, noble, and serene, yet carrying an undercurrent of immeasurable strength.

Long Chen extended his palm.

BOOM!

The nine hundred and ninety-nine flames converged at the center of his hand, forming a flickering cross-shaped sigil.

The terrifyingly condensed power made the void itself wail in agony!

Even the Imperial Dragon Nest trembled, as if it instinctively feared the might of this sigil—even though Long Chen was technically one of its masters.

"Even though my Purple Blood isn’t meant for offense, right now, it’s my strongest force."

Long Chen’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

Compared to the wild and untamed nature of Dragon Blood and Supreme Blood, his Purple Blood was different. It was like a gentle yet unwavering mother—nurturing, empowering, and offering the ultimate protection.

His Dragon Blood and Supreme Blood were like double-edged swords—lethal to enemies, but equally capable of injuring him if not controlled properly.

Yet, his Purple Blood was different.

Not only did it enhance his strength, but it also calmed the violent nature of the other two bloodlines, gradually purifying their aggressive tendencies.

"By all logic, Imperial Flames should only contain the essence of heavenly fortune—why, then, do they carry such ferocity and madness?"

A theory surfaced in Long Chen’s mind.

Perhaps, when the foreign invaders absorbed the Qi of Heaven’s Will, they tainted it with their own twisted souls and bloodthirsty nature. That was why his own Dragon Blood and Supreme Blood carried such an intense killing intent.

Though Long Chen had perfected his nine hundred and ninety-nine Imperial Flames, he felt no divine blessing from the heavens.

Was it because the laws of the Celestial Battlefield were different?

Or was it because he had forcibly absorbed his Imperial Flames rather than cultivating them naturally?

Unlike Ming Zang, who was blessed with divine favor, Long Chen had to forcefully subdue and control heavenly power, making his journey far more challenging.

"One is granted power freely. The other must fight to claim it. This difference alone is enough to make my path much more difficult."

But so what?

He smirked.

"So what if the heavens refuse to favor me? As long as I grow strong enough, why should I care for heaven’s blessings?"

At that moment, a thought flashed through his mind—Qian Ding, Qian Jie… and Ying Wu Dao.

Qian Jie, the one who wielded Qian Ding, was destined to be his enemy. If he was acknowledged by Qian Ding, he was no ordinary genius.

As for Ying Wu Dao, that mysterious, unpredictable bastard, he had long since reached the peak of the Three-Nines Realm. By now, he had likely already completed his fusion.

"Damn… if my Supreme Bone hadn’t awakened in time, I wouldn’t even be able to keep up with them."

At first, Long Chen thought he was the only one "cheating" with external power-ups.

Now?

He realized every single top-tier monster out there had their own hacks.

Long Xu had the Forbidden Weapon—Slaughter Spear.
Ming Zang had the ancestral sanctum boosting his growth.
Long Wu had a terrifying beast companion.

None of them were "playing fair."

"I wonder how Mo Nian is doing?"

At first, he had been a little worried about that guy.

But then again, Mo Nian was a devious little bastard, full of tricks.

With that treasure-seeking wheel of his, he was probably doing just fine.

WHOOSH!

Long Chen strode out of the training chamber and into the grand hall.

The Rhinoceros Dragon Clan’s warriors had already assembled—every single one of them standing at attention.

The moment Long Chen entered, all eyes turned to him.

Excitement. Respect. Devotion.

Every gaze carried an undeniable fervor.

Long Chen’s eyes swept over them, and his heart stirred.

Ten thousand warriors had fully condensed their nine hundred and ninety-nine Imperial Flames.

"Impressive."

Stepping forward, Xi Yuanqing bowed deeply.

"Lord Long Chen…"

He hesitated, as if words alone were insufficient to express his gratitude.

He had also perfected his Nine-Nine Extreme Realm.

At first, he feared this newfound realm was temporary—that once they left the Celestial Battlefield, their cultivation would regress.

But now?

Their foundations were solidified!

Even after returning to the Nine Heavens World, they wouldn’t lose their power.

This was beyond a dream come true.

"How could we ever repay such a favor?"

But before he could speak, Long Chen simply patted his shoulder.

"You’ve received the blessings of your ancestors, but with those blessings comes a burden."

"You now bear the same responsibility they once carried. You know what that means, don’t you?"

Xi Yuanqing clenched his fists.

"We will never let our ancestors down! The humiliation they suffered—we will return it a hundredfold!"

"KILL! KILL! KILL!"

A deafening war cry erupted from the warriors, shaking the grand hall to its core.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, the Imperial Dragon Nest trembled.

Someone was attacking them from outside!

BOOM!

A cataclysmic blast rocked the entire fortress!

Even from within, they could feel the violent energy penetrating through.

Long Chen’s gaze turned icy cold.

"Hmph. Looks like some blind fools have come knocking."

He cracked his knuckles and turned to his warriors.

"Brothers, let’s go give them a warm welcome."

With a chilling grin, Long Chen led his troops out of the Imperial Dragon Nest—straight into battle.

Final Thoughts: Long Chen’s power has skyrocketed, but so have his enemies'. The war is just beginning—will he be ready? Who’s attacking them now? Stay tuned!