Chapter 6197 Tenth Heavenstage
“Greetings, Domain Protector! Greetings, patriarchs!”
The plaza was packed. One by one, the disciples of the Dragon Domain emerged from seclusion like unsheathed blades. They were sharp, gleaming, and brimming with battle intent.
Seeing one hundred-flame divine sprout after another, the Domain Protector and the patriarchs couldn’t hide their joy. What stood before them was a sea of heavenly geniuses. Their strength stunned even these battle-hardened veterans.
Over seven hundred thousand hundred-flame divine sprouts. Even across the entire nine heavens, no single faction had that many elite disciples.
This miracle was thanks to one person—Long Chen. When he shattered the Sovereign King Crown, he redistributed the dragon race’s karmic luck across the younger generation. The effect was now plain to see.
“Mengyao, good job!” praised one of the patriarchs.
The patriarchs grinned from ear to ear when they saw Di Mengyao. Even amongst all these heavenly geniuses, she stood out—her aura was far stronger. She was definitely worthy of being the Dragon Domain’s number one genius.
“It’s thanks to Lord Long Chen’s blessing,” Di Mengyao replied, excited. She was grateful to Long Chen.
“How many Sovereign flames have you condensed?” whispered the Domain Protector.
“Reporting to the Domain Protector, I have condensed five hundred and three Sovereign flames,” she answered, a flicker of pride appearing in her eyes.
Di Mengyao had hidden her Sovereign flames, but just based on the powerful Sovereign might she exuded, everyone knew she had definitely condensed a shocking number of them.
The surrounding patriarchs gasped. They had anticipated four hundred—perhaps a touch more. But five hundred? That was a level worthy of being recorded in the annals of history.
“Domain Protector, don’t just shower big sister Mengyao with praise! The rest of us aren’t just decoration,” grumbled Xue Tu, unable to hold back.
Though not as monstrously talented, Xue Tu had condensed three hundred Sovereign flames himself. After fighting Long Chen, his confidence had only grown—he even looked forward to challenging Di Mengyao someday.
“Hahaha, our oversight. You’ve done well too,” the Domain Protector said warmly.
The top ten geniuses of the Dragon Domain such as Xue Tu, Qing Yi, Hai Mingkong, and the others had managed to condense three hundred Sovereign flames. All of them were shockingly powerful.
Beyond them, there were over three thousand with two hundred Sovereign flames. A clear line was drawn: one hundred and ninety-nine was a threshold. Two hundred signified something greater.
Thus, the fact that Di Mengyao had condensed five hundred Sovereign flames made her the undisputed peak genius of the Dragon Domain.
“What about my Big Brother Long Chen? How many did he condense?” asked Xue Tu excitedly.
“Call him Lord Long Chen!” Di Mengyao snapped, glaring at him. “He’s never called you little brother.”
The Domain Protector smiled bitterly. “Lord Long Chen is still in seclusion. As for Sovereign flames…” He shook his head. “We don’t sense a single one from him.”
“If he hadn’t crushed the Sovereign King Crown… he’d definitely be the strongest Dragon Sovereign,” Qing Yi murmured.
The mood sobered. Everyone remembered how Long Chen had faced the heavens’ wrath with nothing but grit and pride. When the Sovereign King Crown could have saved him, he crushed it instead. Then, he continued to fight the heavenly tribulation on his own. His pride didn’t let him bend.
It was this bravery and magnanimity—as well as his stubbornness that did not change even in front of death—that had completely won the heart of the prideful dragon race. Though he wore no crown, Long Chen had become their king in spirit.
But now, hearing that he could not even condense Sovereign flames—it was a bitter pill to swallow.
A lazy voice broke the silence.
“What are you all moping for? Boss is still an unbeatable battle god—with or without Sovereign flames.”
Guo Ran arrived, strutting at the head of the Dragonblood Legion. Guo Ran was also outstanding. He had condensed three hundred Sovereign flames. Gu Yang, Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, Bai Xiaole, and Xia Chen followed close behind him. They were all two-hundred-flame divine sprouts.
As for the rest, they were all hundred-flame divine sprouts.
However, there was one exception—the person without a single Sovereign flame—Yue Zifeng.
Yue Zifeng not only lacked Sovereign flame, but even the aura of the Grand Dao had faded from his body. He seemed like nothing more than an ordinary mortal, appearing particularly conspicuous among the Dragonblood Legion.
Still, no one dared question his presence.
“Our boss is a genius,” Bai Xiaole said with a smirk. “His cultivation path is naturally different from ours. We shouldn’t worry about him. But before this, Boss told us to pick out a hundred thousand elites from amongst all of you. We will carry out the final training before the heaven region’s battlefield.”
“One hundred thousand?” gasped someone.
The crowd erupted into murmurs. They had seven hundred thousand divine sprouts… and only one hundred thousand would be chosen? It meant six out of every seven wouldn’t make the cut. Even being a hundred-flame divine sprout couldn’t guarantee participation.
“We are just following Boss’s orders. As for what Boss is thinking, we don’t know either. Since everyone has just come out of seclusion, you should undergo some training to get used to your new power. The Seven Treasure Space awaits you. Brothers, sisters, work hard! Otherwise, you won’t even be qualified to enter the heaven region’s battlefield,” said Guo Ran.
With that, the Dragonblood Legion made their way toward the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Tree.
Behind them, countless divine sprouts clenched their fists and followed. If they wanted to stand on the battlefield of legends, they would have to earn their place.
…
Just as everyone was entering the Seven Treasure Space for a final bout of training…
BOOM!
Long Chen’s Emperor aura erupted like a volcano, shaking the entire palace.
Long Chen gave off a wild, domineering, and unrestrained feeling at this moment. His black hair and black robes billowed around him. He was like an unsealed divine weapon that was gradually showing its sharpness.
“Tenth Heavenstage,” he murmured. “That’s the fastest I’ve ever gone from the first to the tenth.”
The moment Long Chen extended his hand, his Emperor aura caused the void to buzz. He felt like he had boundless power in his body, like a single punch could destroy the world.
“There’s less than a month until the heaven region’s battlefield opens. No way I reach the twelfth Heavenstage before then…”
Long Chen clenched his hand, and stars appeared around him.
“Every time I tried opening the fifth gate, I failed. This time… it should work.”
Long Chen exhaled slowly.
And summoned the starry gates once more.
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