"Buzz buzz buzz...
The heavenly tribulation buzzed loudly, and beams of light shot out from the earth like swimming dragons, surging toward the tribulation and converging within it.
"That's the aura of the dragon vein. This is a phenomenon empowered by fortune. The boss is the Chosen Child of this generation, the future Emperor." Seeing billions of flying dragons gather to form a sphere of light, Xia Chen shouted excitedly.
He was a formation master, and to set up advanced formations, they all needed to resonate with the underground dragon vein to maximize their effectiveness. He knew dragon veins better than anyone.
The dragon vein is the lifeblood of this world. If the lifeblood surges toward Long Chen, it means Long Chen is the one destined for the blessing of heaven and earth's fortune. The long-awaited blessing of fortune appeared, and the Dragon Blood warriors became extremely excited.
Long Chen stood in the void, hands behind his back, quietly watching the endless dragons surge into the glowing sphere above. His face showed little surprise, only an endless sense of gravity.
This was an honor, but more importantly, a responsibility. The Five Generations Emperor chose to accept this honor and ultimately gave his life. But what about him?
"Let's be clear: I'm quite selfish and extremely afraid of death. I'm not as great as the emperors. My life belongs to me, to my beloved-looking brothers—no one can take it away." Long Chen whispered to the orb of light.
Long Chen didn't want this blessing of fortune to become a kind of shackle. What he hated most was restraint, so he said it first. If he realized something was wrong, he could quit the job. Speaking plainly upfront, it didn't hurt.
The orb seemed lifeless, without any response, simply gathering above Long Chen's head. The orb grew larger and larger, hovering above his head, with beams of light enveloping him.
In that instant, Long Chen seemed to melt; he could feel the pulse of the world, listen to the heartbeat of the earth, and at the same time feel a sense of sorrow.
It was like an elderly man nearing the end of his life, entrusting Long Chen with the afterlife. In the peaceful light, Long Chen closed his eyes and listened to the voice of the world.
It was a silent confession, a silent headache—invisible, intangible, merely a spiritual connection.
Unconsciously, tears slowly began to fall. It wasn't Long Chen's feelings, but the feelings of the Tianwu Continent that influenced him.
It was a feeling filled with sadness, concern, helplessness, and reluctance, and countless images flashed through Long Chen's mind.
A peaceful and harmonious world: at night, the stars are endless; during the day, the sky is a deep blue. People live happily, and the sunrise and sunset are so beautiful.
But one day, darkness fell. Long Chen felt intense pain in his body, as if billions of corpse worms were gnawing at him. At the same time, a large hand reached into his body, tightly gripping his heart.
That evil giant hand frantically squeezed its heart, squeezing out its blood to feed the evil insects.
He tried to struggle, but found his hands and feet bound by countless chains, unable to move.
Long Chen felt his body riddled with wounds, growing weaker and weaker, so weak that he could no longer resist. All he could do was quietly wait for death to come, to wait for that evil hand to crush his heart.
"The earth is like a mother, nourishing all things with her body, giving wholeheartedly without expecting anything in return.
Even when people drain your mineral blood and destroy your body, you silently endure it, never complaining, and never punishing you.
People treat you this way, yet you still miss them. Is there really a kind of love that can truly be completely selfless? Long
Chen knew his soul resonated with the Tianwu Continent, which was nearly drained dry, filled with reluctance to leave all living beings in this world.
In it, Long Chen only felt love for all things in heaven and earth, but not hatred for evil. It hoped Long Chen could save the living beings of this world, but did not let Long Chen save it.
This feeling was a bit foolish, but deeply moving. Long Chen couldn't help but shed tears. Perhaps he hadn't become a parent yet and couldn't understand these feelings, but he was still moved by such great love.
"Buzz"—
Suddenly, the spiritual connection vanished in an instant. Long Chen opened his eyes and saw the orb of light above his head trembling violently. The void was torn apart, and it was being pulled at by an invisible force, frantically pulling at it.
That aura had a familiar feeling—yes, that aura was that of the evil hand, and that power had appeared again.
Long Chen was furious: "You bastard, who exactly are you?" Long
Chen stepped into the void, rushing toward the orb of light, trying to pull out the invisible giant hand. But just as Long Chen arrived, the orb vanished in an instant.
"What?"
Everyone was stunned by this scene. Had the luck boost disappeared? No, it was taken away. What was going on?
The once excited Dragonblood warriors felt as if they'd been slapped in the face, completely stunned.
"They finally made their move."
High in the void, the High Priest and Tianyu Zhenren quietly watched the scene before them. The High Priest spoke.
The High Priest and Tianyu Zhenren were hidden in the void, unnoticed by anyone. Just as Qu Jianying said, they were determined to control the entire world's movements.
"Should we step in and reclaim the Fortune Pearl?" Master Tianyu said gravely.
"It's useless. If the five supreme artifacts aren't united, we can't deal with it.
Moreover, among the supreme artifacts that have already appeared, only the Western Desert Axe has recognized its master; the others have not yet recognized it and cannot reclaim the Pearl of Fortune. The high priest shook his head.
"So what should we do?" Master Tianyu asked.
"No need to rush. The Pearl of Fortune isn't just about us—the Divine Clan cares more than we do.
Moreover, the powerful beings from the other world will also take action. Only after the tribulation ends will the Fortune Pearl begin to bless them.
This will be a true battle of dragons and tigers. I believe Long Chen won't let us down. I'll just watch quietly. The High Priest said.
"Then let's go take a look first!"
After Tianyu Zhenren finished speaking, he and the High Priest silently disappeared.
The Pearl of Fortune was forcibly taken away, leaving everyone stunned. Only the tribulation clouds above Long Chen's head continued to rapidly condense. Within the clouds, the power of thunder roared. Even before the heavenly tribulation began, the terrifying atmosphere was already terrifying.
Long Chen's face was gloomy, like the tribulation clouds in the sky, filled with rage, murderous intent surging in his eyes.
"Even I, Long Chen, dare to take what I own. Good, very good, very good!" Long Chen gritted his teeth and suddenly closed his eyes to feel the situation.
"Found it! Tianwu Huanhai, Sea Demon Clan. This time, if I don't kill a river of blood, I won't be Long Chen."
Long Chen had communicated with the Pearl of Fortune for a long time, and with a strong connection, quickly pinpointed the location—in a corner of the Tianwu Ring Sea. Through the Pearl of Destiny, he saw a woman he disliked: Dragon Girl.
Especially when he saw the smile on her face, Long Chen was about to explode with anger. That evil giant hand must be the Ling Tian Bracelet beneath the Tianwu Ring Sea.
Ling Tian Zhuo seized the lifeblood of Tianwu Continent, and the Dragon Maiden could wield Ling Tian Zhuang's power, which meant they were in cahoots—they were the root cause of chaos on Tianwu Continent.
"Just wait, today I'll show you what it means to provoke the King of Hell than the Third Lord of the Dragon." After Long Chen finished speaking, he actually dashed off in a certain direction.
"Boss, where are you going?" Guo Ran shouted.
"Come on, treat you to some seafood."