She was a slender young woman wearing a green leaf long dress, her beauty radiating endless tenderness.
Her pale green eyes carried the weariness of seeing through the world. She wore slender feet, and when her feet touched the ground, a green ripple spread across the earth. She seemed like a spirit emerging from the primeval jungle, without a trace of worldly vulgarity.
"So beautiful!"
Tang Wan'er and the others couldn't help but marvel in their hearts. This woman carried a kind of warmth they'd never seen before, something that could touch the soul and make people praise her from the bottom of their hearts.
Moreover, her beauty may not only be reflected in her appearance, but also in the kindness that comes from deep within her soul. Anyone who sees her will sincerely want to get close to her, even willing to entrust their life to her.
The powerful members of the Luoling Clan all knelt down, devoutly calling out the name of the Mother Goddess. It turned out this woman was indeed the Mother Goddess of the Luoling Clan.
"Respected Nine Star successor, thank you for your gift. Lingxi, representing the Luoling Clan, is willing to serve you as a god for all eternity, awaiting your guidance." After speaking, the woman bowed to Long Chen.
"Senior, this ...," Long Chen was flustered. She was the Mother Goddess of the Luoling Clan, and her respectful attitude made him feel uneasy all over.
"Please just call me Lingxi." Lingxi smiled faintly.
"Ahem, well, well, well... Hmm, Lingxi... Actually, I should be thanking you.
When I was in trouble, I was saved by the Luoling Clan. If it weren't for the Luoling Clan, I might have already died.
As the saying goes, a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring, let alone a life-saving favor. Besides, the main reason I dealt with Ye Ming and the others was because we were mortal enemies. You don't need to thank me like this. If anyone is to thank you, it should be us who thank you. Long Chen said.
The reason Long Chen chased this far was actually a trap set by Ye Ming. His goal was to use Yuntian to lure Long Chen here.
And Long Chen's desperate struggle wasn't entirely for the Luo Ling Clan. If he didn't risk breaking through to the Six-Star Battle Body, Ye Ming would restore the Devouring Heaven Evil King's corpse to its maximum, and in the end, it would be them who would die.
Long Chen was risking his life to protect himself. Even if Qili hadn't been killed, he would still have risked breaking through to the six-star battle body.
Risking his life to save himself, yet making the Luoling Clan remember his favor—Long Chen, no matter how thick-skinned he was, felt a bit embarrassed.
"Respected Nine-Star Heir, you ...," a faint smile appeared on Lingxi's face.
"Well, you should just call me Long Chen. Besides, to be honest, I'm not a good person—there's nothing worthy of respect. Calling you that makes me feel especially guilty." Long Chen said with a bitter smile.
When Long Chen said this, Mengqi, Chu Yao, and the others couldn't help but smile. Such a solemn and serious conversation was something Long Chen couldn't adapt to.
Others burst out laughing; Long Chen's wit and humor are innate, making him feel extremely approachable.
The disciples of the Tianwu Alliance present had seen too many so-called geniuses, but none had ever been as deeply admirable as Long Chen.
Facing formidable foes, Long Chen charges forward fearlessly, wild and domineering, exuding an aura that commands awe across the world.
But in daily life, Long Chen never showed any airs, nor did he ever show that cold arrogance that kept others at arm's length. No matter how weak someone was, he always maintained a consistent posture and never deliberately flaunted his status or identity.
In their eyes, these are the true masters, and those who appear and are surrounded by followers and bossing people around are just a bunch of low-level characters.
They also need to trample on others' dignity to show their uniqueness, and Long Chen absolutely disdains such behavior—this is true pride that comes from deep within the soul.
"Very well, Lord Long Chen, please ...," Lingxi also smiled.
"Actually, I'm not as big as you. Just call me Long Chen." Long Chen said.
"Hahaha..."
As soon as Long Chen said this, everyone burst out laughing. Chu Yao smiled and shook her head. Long Chen was truly speechless.
But what he said wasn't wrong—he really couldn't compare his age with the Mother Goddess who had lived for countless years, and that's exactly why people couldn't help but laugh.
This smile eased everyone's sorrow a little, and the atmosphere grew more harmonious.
Seeing everyone laughing, Lingxi was slightly stunned, seemingly not understanding why they were laughing, then awkwardly said, "
Maybe it's my communication skills that are lacking. I'll let Qili communicate with you instead."
I'll return to the mother tree first and fully activate the Life Divine Source. This may take some time, so I won't stay with you." Ling
Xi bowed to Long Chen once more, then slowly disappeared.
Long Chen was taken aback: "Could she be angry?" "
Hehe, not at all. The Mother Goddess isn't good at communicating; she usually communicates through spiritual sense.
But if I tried to communicate with you through divine sense, it would be too rude, so I appeared in person.
To be honest, rumor has it that the Mother Goddess has never revealed her true face. This time, we borrowed some light from you, Brother Long Chen. Qili giggled.
"You must address Lord Long Chen as 'Lord Longchen,' or else it would be disrespectful to the gods." Ravi reminded him.
"Go ahead, it's your business." Qili said stubbornly.
Ravi was about to say more, but Long Chen hurriedly said, "Just call me Brother Long Chen. It's more approachable, and you don't need to be so formal. Otherwise, you'd have to be so careful when you speak, which would be pointless." "
See that?" If you don't understand God's thoughts, how can you be a messenger of God? Qili snorted and made a funny face at Ravi.
"He only needs to figure out what you're thinking, that's enough." Long Chen said with a smile.
"Alright, let's rest here for a while. We're all physically and mentally exhausted from this battle, so let's get ourselves together." Long Chen said to everyone.
This battle was truly intense, constantly teetering on the edge of death, especially in the face of the endless Devouring Sky Black Armor Army. Despair brought immense mental pressure.
After Long Chen ordered the rest, many people just lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep. Normally, cultivators shouldn't need to sleep.
But relaxation after intense mental stress is the best state to restore physical strength. Cultivation is about overturning the original state of life, but now, it has returned to the most primitive sleep.
Upon hearing the battle report, over 300,000 soldiers had died here, and the Dragonblood Legion had lost seventeen. There was no other way—such a terrifying battle could no longer maintain zero casualties.
For a moment, all the Dragonblood warriors fell silent. The seventeen who died were not just a number, but seventeen brothers who had left them forever.
"Boss, it's all my fault. Take command and ...," Xia Chen said apologetically.
Long Chen shook his head and waved his hand, saying, "Don't blame anyone like that. When we brothers come out together, we're putting our lives in each other's hands."
Everyone would rather risk their own life than protect others' trust. This time, we fought andThere are no mistakes.
In the old man's words, in the face of absolute strength, any strategy is nonsense.
Our Dragonblood Legion is the top legion of Tianwu, and our strength is beyond doubt. It's just that this time the enemy is too numerous and strong, and you've already done very well.
Without you, the entire Dragonblood Legion would have suffered even greater casualties. I believe the fallen brothers wouldn't blame you, but if you feel guilty because of it, you might disappoint them. Xia
Chen nodded, clenched his fists, and said nothing more. This time, there were too many enemies, attacking from both front and rear, and with shameless opponents like Zhao Ritian constantly launching sneak attacks, the formation switching became sluggish, and he managed to succeed once.
Although this wasn't Xia Chen's fault, he felt he still hadn't done well enough. The formation still had flaws and needed further improvement in the future.
"And the brothers' equipment really isn't up to par. If it weren't for Zhao Ritian, they wouldn't have died." Guo Ran said bitterly.
With a loud "clang,"
Guo Ran roared angrily and smashed the hammer onto the forging platform, producing a loud explosion that startled everyone.
"Ah..."
A miserable scream came from within the Forging Platform. The platform glowed, and countless golden fragments of immortal gold flew out, scattering all over the ground.
Everyone was stunned. The voice was Zhao Ritian's, trapped inside the forging platform. His screams were now full of vitality, and he seemed to have recovered quite a bit, no longer in his barely breathing state.
"Clang, clang... Guo
Ran slammed his forging hammer fiercely. The forging platform exploded, divine light dazzled, and countless fragments of immortal gold flew out. Soon, a large pile of various immortal gold scattered around.
"What's going on?" Long Chen was stunned, and the others were also baffled. How could so much immortal gold fall out of the forging platform?
"Hehe, that damn Zhao Ritian, I deliberately put the forging platform together with the immortal gold ore I collected.
Sure enough, this guy secretly absorbed my immortal gold ore to restore his strength, trying to escape.
Now I'll have him spit out everything he eats, so I can save myself from refining it.
Come on, brothers, anyone who wants to vent their anger? Come over and smash it with a hammer. My forging table can squeeze out the immortal gold from his body.
It was like squeezing juice—it brought him immense pain, yet was both thrilling and satisfying. If you wanted to try, come on. After Guo Ran finished speaking, he placed the forging hammer on the platform.
You have to know, Guo Ran had said that the forging table and hammer of the forging master were not allowed to be touched by others. But this time, to vent everyone's anger, Guo Ran didn't care about that rule anymore.
"That good?" Long Chen was stunned and wanted to grab it, but was a step too late and someone else took it away.
"Damn Zhao Ritian, you finally have your day."
"Dang dang dang ..."
"Aaaaah..."
Zhao Ritian's screams echoed through the void. Fearing Zhao Ritian's voice would disturb others, Xia Chen set up a barrier that only those inside could hear.
At this moment, Zhao Ritian's screams were as melodious and melodious as beautiful music, soothing the soul.
"Long Chen, you bastard, you can be killed but not humiliated... Ah, ..., if you've got guts, kill me .... Zhao Ritian's roar was filled with hatred, and the responses were hammer after hammer.