Beastmaster of the Ages

Tianming had already obtained all the simulacra tides from ninety-nine cosmic tribulation seas, the cosmic gods’ caeli, as well as the young geniuses that were supposed to deserve them. Apart from the corpses themselves, which couldn’t be moved, Tianming had taken every kind of cultivation resource that he could bring with him.

”You’re like a rat that fell into a grain silo! You’re eating it all up!” Ying Huo sounded impressed.

Tianming rose and let the cosmoforce in his body circulate. ”Even though I don’t have omnisentient power right now, the feeling of breaking through feels great. It feels stable and lacks any sense of hollowness. I hope the Overflow stage will expand my omnisentient-power capacity as well.”

After hitting super zenith, there was only one last step in what he planned to do here: to pick up a few battle techniques, something he seriously lacked, as well as some sword arts to allow him to use his 28-simulacrum totems to their fullest potential!

”There’s a battle technique on every single tombstone in here. There must be one that suits me.” He walked around the divine tomb, looking at the depths of the mountain range ahead at the impressive tombstone of the astral emperor. ”That two-kilometer-tall tombstone shows that the cosmic god there is also two kilometers tall. That’s quite an overpowering cosmic god, huh? I wonder what classification the battle technique he left behind is.”

He continued to head toward the most sacred part of the divine tomb with the Skydome Prison in tow. When he was about to reach the tombstone, he saw many rainbow-colored divine celestial patterns on it. They were much more complicated than the patterns on the three great Suishen steles and glowed ten thousand times brighter.

The techniques were clearly imperial class! Those patterns formed ten large stargates on the tombstone, beyond which a gigantic star of unbelievable photonic intensity lay. They were just like that large, colorless door in the internal world of the Grand-Orient Sword with the huge black-gold imperial star.

The Greatsun Suishen Art’s stele had patterns that formed countless birds, but each gate on this tombstone was formed from countless tiny stars. Despite their diminutive size, they shone intensely bright. Each stargate seemed to contain countless years of history from their ancient aura and oppressive wills.

”According to what people say, this tombstone has the only high-imperial-class battle technique in the history of Starmoon Haven! The astral emperor had used more than ten thousand of his final years to craft it. Starmoon Haven no longer has a cosmic god that is nearly that huge, so nobody else can use this battle technique. Not to mention, this battle technique is worthy of respect even for members of the Starfall Pantheon in other maniverse-class worlds....”

Tianming’s eyes shone with a glow of his innate talent. Even though he wasn’t sure whether he would be able to unlock the battle technique, let alone master it, his determination to try was still strong. The reason he constantly learned peak battle arts of techniques that most people couldn’t was that he went out of his way to take on the challenge! Even though there were countless other tombstones with battle techniques, Tianming went after the best and the toughest right away!

”If I manage to acquire it, it’d be the most impactful part of my cultivation!” Imagine if a ’slave’ managed to master the signature battle technique of the Starfall Pantheon’s glorious ancestor.... ”I bet even cosmic gods would be flabbergasted if they saw it.”

Filled with expectation and passion, Tianming couldn’t wait to acquire this high-imperial-class battle technique that didn’t belong in this fortuna-class world. But before he could, there was somebody he had to deal with first. ”The process of unlocking and learning this technique will cause some commotion for sure and alert the top genius in here. I have to deal with him first before I can learn it in peace!”

He proceeded to head toward the burial room of the astral emperor. The ninety-nine blended bodies in the Skydome Prison were rather massive. If not for the fact that he wanted to use the Skydome Prison again, he wouldn’t have bothered dragging it around.

Time was of the essence. The cosmic gods of the Midsky Tristars have already finished their final preparations and were waiting for something to take the bait. Tension began to build up in Starmoon Haven. Yin Chen and Bai Ye had already contacted quite a lot of flameyellow descendants. From their glum expressions, it was clear that they no longer had any hope after hearing about what the Midsky Tristars planned to do with them to get to Long Xing. Tianming had to speed up his plans.

”Mo Mo seems to be unrivaled among his peers. He doesn’t have a match even among the Luoris of the same age....” As he proceeded, the howls from the mass of flesh in the Skydome Prison blended together blurrily. Though they had cursed Tianming countless times, the more they did, the more Xian Xian tortured them.

”Mo Mo hasn’t lost to anyone of his age! He’s number one among those under three hundred!”

”You will die!”

”Ah, ah, be more gentle!”

Tianming chuckled. ”What a bunch of brats.”

Soon, he found himself before the burial room that looked like a huge galaxy. Its walls and ceiling were covered in countless divine celestial patterns, swirling with impressive dragons. The most impressive thing within was the two-kilometer-tall corpse of the cosmic god. Tianming’s body shook at the first sight of it.

”It looks almost as if it’s still alive....” The body stood tall and straight, with both arms raised up high and eyes looking down on everything as was fitting of the astral emperor! One could imagine the majesty of this titanic cosmic god as he roamed the universe and descended onto many different fortuna-class worlds. It would be even more impressive if a being like this descended to the Lower Star Ruins!

No doubt, this cosmic-god corpse was the most impressive one so far. Tianming could easily see the cosmic tribulation sea at the center of the cosmic god’s brow. Beside it, a youth with long, ink-green hair could be seen, focused on absorbing the simulacra tides. He had his eyes closed in bliss, feeling completely safe and secure like the others had.

”Most of these geniuses have vital origin totems. As they absorb the simulacra tides, both their terrae and vitae are submerged in the cosmic tribulation sea. It’s almost like their entire beings are submerged within.” That made it easy for Tianming to catch them off guard. He had left Mo Mo for last only as a matter of precaution. ”Looks like he already absorbed a fifth of the simulacra tides. His focus should be at its most intense....”