Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

A rain of light descended over the seventy-two divine peaks. All the heavenly geniuses stood atop the peaks, bathed in the radiant glow as they cultivated the Infinity-One Technique.

As the highest-level secret art of the violet blood race, the Infinity-One Technique was only supposed to be passed down to select disciples. Candidates would typically be screened for aptitude, talent, character, perseverance, and other key qualities.

But this time, everything was different.

This rain of karmic luck was triggered by Long Chen himself, and the divine peaks were employing his Infinity-One Technique. As the technique circulated, it channeled the karmic energy into every corner of Sovereign Mountain. There was no longer a need for evaluation or selection—the divine peaks themselves would now determine who could learn this technique.

So regardless of cultivation level, faction, or comprehension ability, every single person within the seventy-two divine peaks tried to cultivate the Infinity-One Technique.

Whether or not they could truly comprehend or retain it was irrelevant. What mattered was that everyone would come into contact with it. The rest would be up to the will of the divine peaks.

It wasn’t just the disciples—elderly experts, even those with one foot in the grave, showed up to test their fortune under this rain of karmic luck.

Before long, everyone in Sovereign Mountain was immersed in this divine phenomenon. Countless figures sat cross-legged, meditating beneath the violet glow to comprehend the secrets of the Infinity-One Technique.

Beneath Long Chen, the lake started to boil, giving rise to violet vapor that gradually enveloped him.

Within the vapor, an enormous lotus silently bloomed around Long Chen, growing tall until it pierced the heavens.

As the rain of light continued to fall upon the seventy-two divine peaks, streams of energy slowly flowed back toward the main peak, forming a radiant pillar of light that poured into the giant lotus.

The violet lotus trembled, then redistributed the energy back into the divine peaks in the form of luminous motes, creating a perfect cycle.

Meanwhile, Long Chen was still sleeping sweetly. Wrapped in the lotus, he didn’t even know what was happening around him.

The other three mountain lords appeared, joining mountain lord Qingyu. Without a word, the four of them spread out, forming a protective square around Long Chen. They understood—Sovereign Mountain’s will had awakened, and it was using Long Chen as a medium to bless all of them. They didn’t dare be careless.

From the four corners, they formed hand seals and started circulating the Infinity-One Technique. Only by resonating with it could they understand the karmic flow and share in its blessings.

At that moment, their expressions changed.

They sensed that this flow of karmic luck contained the power of every expert within Sovereign Mountain. Even as mountain lords, they felt utterly minuscule before it. There was no controlling it. They could only let it continue flowing.

“Is Sovereign Mountain using Long Chen, or is Long Chen using all experts in Sovereign Mountain?!” whispered mountain lord Qingyu, eyes wide in disbelief.

Just what was happening with Sovereign Mountain?

The lotus around Long Chen continued to pulse rhythmically, releasing Grand Dao runes with each motion. The entire mountain range swayed as if responding to its heartbeat.

Mountain lord Qingyu took a deep breath. Sovereign Mountain’s will could not be defied. There was nothing she could do but close her eyes and join the rest in comprehending the Infinity-One Technique.

More and more people started to manifest the “One” character on their foreheads. The flow of karmic luck accelerated, becoming more potent and condensed.

At first, the character on many people’s foreheads was faint and flickering, looking like it would fade at any moment. But gradually, it grew more solid. Those who could stabilize it absorbed increasingly vast amounts of karmic energy.

BOOM!

Suddenly, the immense lotus around Long Chen exploded, transforming into endless runes that merged into the lake.

The rain of light vanished, and the world slowly returned to its original state, as if the entire event had been nothing more than a dream.

Long Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked at his hands. Millions of “One” characters were slowly fading.

The once-burning violet blood within him was cooling, and his soul now held countless memories that didn’t belong to him.

Long Chen remained silent for a long time.

He had fully comprehended the Infinity-One Technique, but it wasn’t through Sovereign Mountain’s guidance. His comprehension came from all of the heavenly geniuses’ understandings.

Every heavenly genius had their unique comprehension of the Infinity-One Technique. Now, all of those perspectives had become reflections in Long Chen’s mind, like mirrors for him to study. It was as though a vast gate had opened before him, revealing a boundless, dazzling world beyond.

The four mountain lords also became overjoyed at this time. Through Long Chen, their own comprehension of the Infinity-One Technique had deepened immensely. It was an incredible blessing.

Across the seventy-two peaks, countless heavenly geniuses were kneeling and kowtowing reverently. Everything they had just received was a gift from Sovereign Mountain, and their hearts overflowed with gratitude.

To the mountain lords’ astonishment, this divine peak blessing had not exhausted much karmic luck at all. In other words, they could carry out the blessing again after the disciples broke through the Human Emperor realm. This event had been an immense windfall for all of Sovereign Mountain.

In theory, Long Chen should have been the one to gain the most. But to their surprise, his aura hadn’t changed dramatically.

“Long Chen, how do you feel?” Mountain lord Qingyu asked, looking at him worriedly.

“I feel great! Many thanks, mountain lord!”

Although Long Chen’s aura had not undergone any major changes, his connection to his violet blood had grown sharper than ever.

More importantly, Long Chen could feel the genuine care in Qingyu’s heart—not because he was powerful, but because he was a child of the violet blood race.

This kind of selfless concern, one that asked for nothing in return, deeply moved him. It was a form of love. For a leader of a great sect to possess such affection… it was a great luxury.

“Don’t worry. Even if you didn’t gain much, that doesn’t matter,” said mountain lord Shuangfeng reassuringly. “Thanks to you, we’ve all benefited. Later, we’ll share our insights with you, and you can use them to deepen your understanding of the technique.”

Long Chen thanked him, smiling warmly. In truth, their interpretations of the technique were already branded into his violet blood. They just didn’t know it.

“Long Chen,” said mountain lord Qingyu, “the spiritual qi of heaven and earth has reached its peak, and the laws are nearing full activation. Your tribulation will arrive soon. Until then, you should remain here within Sovereign Mountain. If you undergo your tribulation here, you won’t need to seek other protection. Even Lord Brahma himself won’t be able to lay a finger on you.”

Long Chen had originally come here not only to find his mother, but also to ask his father to protect him during his tribulation. But once he learned that his mother was in danger and his father had gone to help her, he gave up on that thought.

“That’s right, you should stay here for your tribulation.”

A familiar, drunken voice rang out.

The old drunkard appeared, stumbling over with his wine gourd in hand.