Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
As the rune fragments drew closer, they behaved like long-lost companions searching for each other in a sea of people. The moment they found their match, they fused together seamlessly.
However, the energy consumed in this process was several times greater than before.
With time, amidst the sea of violet imperial flames, fully formed runes began to take shape.
An hour later, tens of thousands of runes hovered in the void, and at that sight, everyone’s hearts leaped to their throats.
"Long Chen, this is where we failed last time. You need to be careful." Moon Xiaoqian’s face paled as she recalled their previous failure.
"Don't worry." Long Chen's voice was calm and unwavering.
PAH!
Moon Xiaoqian suddenly clapped her hands together. Divine light surged from the center of her forehead, and instantly, the runes floating in the void were pulled together by an invisible force.
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion shook the heavens. Long Chen's imperial flames were being sucked away with terrifying force. He could feel it—the vast ocean of his flames was rapidly depleting.
The experts of the Primordial Demon Race watched in horror. How could Long Chen’s imperial flames be so immense?
They had failed before precisely because they couldn’t withstand this monstrous suction force. The moment they lost control, the gathered runes collapsed, and all their efforts went to waste.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
The runes interlocked, forming chains of ancient symbols. As more rune chains were created, the demand for imperial flames grew exponentially.
"Lord Long Chen..."
Fei Shuang gasped in alarm. She had just realized that Long Chen's flames were beginning to wane. If they ran out, everything would crumble in an instant.
"We should burn our souls to help him!" someone shouted.
If they burned their souls, they could lighten Long Chen’s burden and possibly prolong the process.
"That won’t be necessary."
Long Chen’s voice remained calm and confident.
The fusion of these runes required an absurd amount of energy. Even his violet-blood imperial flames were nearing their limit.
Buzz!
Long Chen formed a hand seal, and suddenly, the violet world transformed into a dazzling seven-colored realm. A vast imperial aura spread in all directions.
"Lord Long Chen... possesses two types of imperial flames?!"
Gasps of shock erupted.
RUMBLE!
As the flames shifted, a multi-colored inferno engulfed the skies. The raw, supreme will it carried made the heavens tremble.
The seven-colored imperial flames raged uncontrollably, bursting chaotically in all directions, beyond anyone’s control.
But Long Chen didn’t bother to restrain them. The moment they appeared, the runes hungrily devoured them. He didn’t even need to exert effort—this was precisely why he was so confident.
RUMBLE...
Countless runes continued to merge, greedily absorbing the imperial flames to refine themselves. The seven-colored flames, still at their peak, were freely consumed.
Before long, a massive formation disk emerged in the void, formed entirely from interwoven rune chains.
At its core, infinite runes swirled like a celestial vortex. As they rotated, the drain on Long Chen’s imperial flames intensified.
"Heavens... it’s still not over?!"
The experts of the Primordial Demon Race felt their scalps go numb. They had once thought they were a mere step away from success.
Now, they realized they had been an unfathomable distance away.
Another hour of relentless strain passed, and finally, Long Chen’s seven-colored flames began to falter.
Despair set in among the crowd. The sheer consumption required to activate the altar was beyond comprehension—this was harder than ascending to the heavens!
Buzz!
Just then, a dragon’s roar shook the world. One after another, new imperial flames bloomed into existence. Within each flame, the faint silhouette of a mighty dragon could be seen, soaring and twisting.
"Lord Long Chen!"
The warriors of the Primordial Demon Race erupted in wild cheers, calling his name in elation.
The Dragon-Blood Imperial Flame had appeared!
A new, even more ferocious flame surged forth, carrying an overwhelming dragon’s might that shot into the heavens, as if determined to shatter the world itself.
Even though the formation disk was absorbing as much as it could, traces of the Dragon-Blood Imperial Flame still leaked out, spreading their terrifying aura.
It became clear—the violet-blood flame was the most gentle, the dragon-blood flame the most violent, and the seven-colored flame fell somewhere in between.
In terms of sheer destructive force, the dragon-blood flame was the strongest, followed by the seven-colored flame, with the violet-blood flame being the weakest.
However, in actual combat, the reality was the opposite. Though the violet-blood flame was the weakest, it was also the easiest to control, making it Long Chen’s strongest weapon.
The other two flames, despite their immense power, were wild and unruly, even resisting his control at times—a deadly flaw in battle.
For now, the violet-blood flame remained his ultimate trump card. The other two needed more time to be tamed.
Yet at this moment, the release of the dragon-blood flame accelerated the formation disk’s construction at an alarming rate.
BOOM!
Finally, when the dragon-blood flames had been depleted by about forty percent, the massive formation disk in the void trembled violently.
A single, colossal rune appeared at its center—the character for ‘Demon’ (é”).
The moment it emerged, a sacred aura swept through the heavens, shaking the entire world. A primordial resonance echoed through the cosmos, stirring the very soul.
It was as if the distant echoes of the Chaos Era had returned, reverberating through time itself.
The word ‘Demon’ should have inspired fear and dread.
Yet, this ‘Demon’ character radiated righteousness and sacred majesty, an unshakable decree of the heavens, beyond blasphemy.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
As the rune glowed, every expert of the Primordial Demon Race felt a response within their souls. One by one, including Moon Xiaoqian, they dropped to their knees, bathed in divine light.
Then, the earth trembled.
Transparent figures began to appear—ancient silhouettes, their features blurred, their presence out of place in this era.
Each figure bore the same glowing ‘Demon’ character on their foreheads.
From them, Long Chen sensed an upright and righteous aura, a divine presence so overwhelming that he felt insignificantly small in its wake. All impurities and evil would be eradicated beneath this power.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
More and more of these ancient figures materialized, radiating an antiquated presence. Their hands formed seals, and a sacred chant resonated through the heavens.
Long Chen felt an immense blessing pour into the warriors of the Primordial Demon Race.
And then, he witnessed something shocking—
The imperial flames of these warriors began to manifest at an astonishing speed.
Some, within a single breath, had condensed three flames.
Had he not seen it himself, he wouldn’t have believed it.
"No... this isn’t just a blessing. It’s a transfer of faith, a legacy..." Long Chen’s heart pounded.
These ancestors had sealed away their power, using faith as a bridge to pass it down across time.
A terrifying thought struck him.
Did Brahma Heaven also possess this ability?
If so, after countless years of preparation, could the Brahma lineage have secretly nurtured an army of such warriors?
"Great Nine-Star Successor, the prophesied Child of Fate, what is it that troubles you?"
A gentle voice echoed.
Long Chen turned, and in that instant—
The entire world changed.
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