The Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

  Darknight Domain: The Battle Begins Translated by Basingh. Darkness consumed everything. Even divine sense was suppressed. Even the six senses were stripped away. It was like suddenly being blindfolded, thrown into an abyss. And worst of all—an unseen enemy lurked in that abyss. The sheer terror of it would drive anyone insane. “In the Darknight Clan’s domain, all your abilities are nullified. The only thing waiting for you—” A chilling voice echoed through the void. “—is death.” It was Xiao Li , his voice carrying the whisper of a grim reaper’s decree , sending a shiver down the spine. Whoosh! Long Chen raised his hand, summoning a ball of flame. But— The light was instantly swallowed by some strange energy . The fire burned, its heat unmistakable—yet there was no glow , no illumination. A bizarre and eerie sight. “It’s useless,” Xiao Li’s voice drifted eerily through the darkness. “This is the Darknight Domain. Only God Emperors who have mastered the laws...

  Translated by Basingh. Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain This was a textbook lure-the-tiger-away-from-the-mountain tactic. As soon as Long Chen left the barrier, the attackers made their move. Based on standard formation principles, the moment someone exited, the surrounding runes wouldn’t have fully solidified yet—making that exact spot the weakest point of the entire barrier. BOOM! A colossal giant, wielding a heaven-shattering war hammer, charged forward, pouring all his strength into a devastating blow aimed directly at the barrier. Their goal was clear— the powerful warriors within the barrier . If they could break through and capture the Shimo Clan’s experts , they would seize an unbeatable advantage. But Long Chen? He merely smirked, eyes brimming with mockery. Without even glancing back at the approaching giant, he extended his hand— Dragon Soul Pull! A foreign warrior was instantly yanked through the air, right into Long Chen’s grasp— his throat clutched in an u...

The Oath in the Void

  The moment Long Chen turned his head, the entire world changed. Yue Xiaoqian and the others vanished. He found himself standing in a strange realm. Beneath his feet, the lake surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the vast blue sky and drifting white clouds above. It was hard to tell which was real—the sky above or the reflection below. Even his sense of orientation wavered. Was he standing upright, or was he upside down? Yet, this world was eerily peaceful, a tranquility that made him feel at ease like never before. Long Chen slowly turned his head. Behind him stood a stunning young girl, her face filled with delight as she gazed at him. She looked about sixteen or seventeen, her presence radiating nobility. Her eyes, deep and fluid like autumn waters, shimmered with the ethereal essence of heaven and earth. Her joy was infectious, making even Long Chen unconsciously relax. “Senior, you are…?” Long Chen clasped his fists politely. Before he could finish, the girl grabbed ...

  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...

  When Long Chen arrived before the dilapidated structure, he could hardly believe his eyes. "This is our Ancestral Altar. Though it has suffered countless destructions, the spirits of our ancestors have not dissipated. They still struggle to protect the fortune of our Primordial Demon Clan. Because the Heavenly Domain Battlefield cannot accommodate true God-Emperor-level powerhouses, our ancestral spirits were able to persist. However, due to the severe damage to the altar, they have fallen into slumber to protect themselves. To awaken them, we need a powerful surge of Emperor Flame to nourish the remaining formation beneath the altar and reconnect its fragments. We attempted this before. Even when combining all our strength, we were still a little short. So, I thought we could try again once everyone recovers." Long Chen crouched down, pressing his palm against the earth. His soul power surged downward, and soon, he sensed the broken runes hidden beneath the surface. These ...

  Hearing how the Nine-Star lineage treated the Primordial Demon Clan, Long Chen almost lost control. Bai Gu attacking him was one thing—Long Chen wouldn’t blame the entire Nine-Star lineage for it. Maybe that was an exception. After all, even among five fingers, there are differences in length. Among the countless inheritors of the Nine-Star lineage, it was inevitable that a few would turn out to be scum. But for a Nine-Star powerhouse to target the Primordial Demon Clan, fully aware of the deep connection between the two lineages, was something he couldn’t accept. In that moment, Long Chen thought of the Shadow Demon Bat Clan, of the Sky Bat Empress, and of Bai Gu’s smug face. Rage surged within him, burning to the extreme. The same arrogance. The same cruelty. This wasn’t just an accident. This wasn’t just a few bad apples. “Long Chen, don’t be rash! There must be some kind of misunderstanding!” Yue Xiaoqian hurriedly said. She could feel the terrifying killing intent radiating ...

  "AHHHH!" A bloodcurdling scream echoed across the battlefield. Every Extraterrestrial Fiend expert and the summoned alien beings froze in shock. The one screaming in agony was no ordinary warrior—he was the supreme commander of this stronghold, a being who had already merged with an Emperor Flame and stepped into the Unity Realm. And yet, in just a few exchanges, he had been utterly overpowered by Long Chen. As his shrieks of agony filled the air, grotesque spikes tore through his body, twisting his form into something monstrous. The sight alone sent a wave of terror through the enemy ranks. "Run!" Their strongest warrior had fallen in an instant. No matter how many of them there were, staying would only lead to annihilation. Fleeing was the only option. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Just as they turned to escape, a vast domain of raging flames and crackling lightning surged forth, sealing the battlefield shut. "PUFF! PUFF! PUFF!" Cang Lu wielded his blood-stained...

  🔥 Purple Flames of War! 🔥 Translated by Basingh. The Extraterrestrial Demon Clan powerhouse had no interest in anything else at this moment. His eyes were locked onto Long Chen —more specifically, onto the legendary Qiankun Cauldron in his possession. As soon as he attacked, he went all out. The terrifying might of a Guiyi Realm expert swept through the battlefield like a storm. Even those who charged in alongside him were sent flying by his overwhelming aura. It was clear—he would not allow anyone to interfere in his fight with Long Chen. More importantly, he refused to let anyone compete with him for the Qiankun Cauldron . Anyone who dared to make a move would instantly be seen as a rival and mercilessly killed. BOOM! A deep purple imperial flame erupted around Long Chen’s body, flickering like sacred blossoms of destruction . Purple flames were meant to be noble and holy… But in this moment, they radiated boundless killing intent . His heart ached for Yue ...