Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6619 From the Primal Chaos World

“They’re already gone?”

When Long Chen came out, he went to look for the others, only to find Cloud, Meng Qi, Tang Wan-er, Dong Mingyu, Bai Shishi, Yue Xiaoqian, and the rest waiting for him in silence, sorrow written across their faces.

Meng Qi spoke first. “We only just advanced to the Sovereign Lord realm, and our realms haven’t fully stabilized yet. This is the final window to solidify our essence runes. My master is taking me back to receive the Soul Dream Dao’s legacy. Once my realm stabilizes, it will form a barrier, and the effect of the legacy will be greatly reduced.”

“It’s the same for me,” Tang Wan-er said, her voice unsteady. “Master insists I return with her immediately. I can’t delay even a moment. They’ve already gone to say goodbye to the sweeping elder and told us to come say goodbye to you.”

Tang Wan-er’s eyes were red from crying.

Clearly, even though her master doted on her, she would not let Tang Wan-er stay. It seemed that this was the first time in history that her master had refused her so firmly.

“My master said the same,” Dong Mingyu added. “The Sovereign Lord realm is the foundation of the Sovereign path. This is the most crucial time to receive a legacy. We can’t be the slightest bit sloppy.”

Dong Mingyu had received the inheritance of an assassin, so she had gone through special training to control her emotions. Although she was also reluctant, she seemed much calmer than the others.

“I also must return to my race,” Yue Xiaoqian said softly. “My Devil Suppressing Divine Seal is now strong enough to receive the legacy of the Original Devil Grand Sovereign. I...”

Her voice broke, and she could not continue.

The nine heavens were in chaos. Heaven and earth were like a raging flood, offering no promise of survival. No one could say whether this farewell would be temporary or eternal.

Everyone had already lost people dear to them. No one knew how many familiar faces they would never see again. Even the Dragonblood Legion had suffered casualties this time. In such turmoil, where could anyone truly be safe?

Within this chaos, every individual seemed tiny. While there was a mighty tree like the sweeping elder here that could shield them from the storm, they couldn’t stay under his protection forever.

And what about the future? In this world, what tree remained standing forever?

Meng Qi and the others forced smiles through their sorrow. Long Chen felt as though a blade were twisting in his heart. Stronger—he had to become stronger quickly.

Meng Qi and the others turned to leave. They had wanted to say more, to hear more from Long Chen, but they did not dare to stay any longer.

They feared losing control of their emotions and burdening him further. Long Chen already carried too much. They wanted to help bear that weight, not add to it.

In the end, Long Chen was left standing there alone like a statue. They had just reunited, only to part again.

There had not even been time to celebrate their reunion. Long Chen had not been able to properly speak with them at all.

Long Chen extended his senses. Wilde was gone as well. Most likely, his race leader had used some method to coax him away, afraid that if Wilde saw Long Chen again, he would never leave.

The experts of the violet blood race, the Four Cardinal Alliance, the Lightning Falcon race, and the others had also left without saying goodbye to Long Chen.

In their minds, Long Chen’s time was incredibly precious. To occupy it with formalities felt like a grave offense, so they chose to leave quietly.

A farewell was only a formality. They all understood that Long Chen would not take offense. What mattered more was growing stronger—strong enough to one day stand beside him on the battlefield.

“Sweeping elder, have Zhao Yue and the others also left?” asked Long Chen.

“They have already returned to the main academy. In this upcoming war, the academy must have a commander as well. You carry the title of dean of the High Firmament Academy, but someone must oversee its daily affairs,” said the sweeping elder.

Long Chen instantly understood what the sweeping elder meant. Zhao Yue had returned to the main academy to lead the junior generation’s experts.

Mu Qingyun was gone as well. She devoted herself wholly to the Sword Dao. Though less obsessive than Yue Zifeng, she had no interest in vying for authority. Supporting Zhao Yue suited her perfectly.

Although the sweeping elder was only in charge of sweeping the academy, he was deeply dissatisfied with this generation of academy disciples. Among them, only Zhao Yue’s faction had stepped forward to support Long Chen.

The disciples sealed away in ancient times were all too arrogant for their own good. Even though they viewed everyone and everything as beneath them, they should have at least considered the big picture.

There were many so-called heavenly geniuses, each fighting solely for themselves. They needed someone to knock them down a peg.

Although Long Chen held the title of dean, he also bore the bloodlines of the Jiuli and violet blood races and was the heir to the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign’s legacy. He had too many duties.

If Long Chen were placed in charge of managing the academy directly, with his methods and temperament, at least half of those arrogant disciples would be killed with a slap.

His time was too precious for such matters. He would never waste effort on those he deemed irrelevant. If he acted, he would reorganize the High Firmament Academy swiftly and decisively. In other words, blood would flow.

Zhao Yue was a Sword Dao genius, but like all geniuses, she shared a common flaw: arrogance. Conceit bred complacency.

Life was like a cup. Once it was full—or thought itself full—nothing more could be added to it. Although Zhao Yue was a bit better than the other heavenly geniuses, she still had this problem. Complacency would lead to stagnation.

In the heaven region’s battlefield, reality shattered that conceit. Yue Zifeng’s supreme Sword Dao, in particular, showed her what the true Sword Dao was.

This battle became an opportunity for Zhao Yue to be broken down and rebuilt. From it, she learned humility and respect. Her future was now impossible to measure.

From the sweeping elder’s tone, it seemed that Zhao Yue was likely to take control of the entire High Firmament Academy in the future.

Everyone left except the Dragonblood Legion, the dragon race experts, and the Starry River Sect’s disciples. Long Chen gathered them all.

Just as Feng Xinyue and the others had said, everyone had absorbed too much power from the heavenly tribulation. During the final stage of Long Chen’s tribulation, their bodies had taken in such vast energy that they were riddled with minute fissures, within which residual law power still lingered.

That lingering energy granted them a second chance to further solidify their foundations.

Long Chen naturally wouldn’t let this chance go. He gathered them all and summoned the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Tree to help them comprehend and digest the law power in their bodies.

After arranging things for them, Long Chen also planned to go into seclusion. He had gained far too much from this tribulation and needed time to digest it properly.

“Report!”

A voice rang out suddenly.

“Dean, a woman wishes to see you. She says... she says she comes from the Primal Chaos World.”