Beastmaster of the Ages

Tianming already knew who they were. All of them were also from the Primordial Sands. Their leader was Jiang Yuheng, Jiang Yulian’s younger brother. He had a team of five with him and they’d been patrolling the surroundings since finding the fruit and sending a message to the other group. Jiang Yuheng had already begun harvesting it by the time Tianming arrived.

A formation? He saw a large bundle of black vines through which divine celestial patterns of black and gold flowed. There were a few layers of formations keeping the golden ninelives fruit within.

”Hmmm, what does it mean for the fruit to be protected by so many formations like that?” Ying Huo smirked.

”It means someone tried to protect it to let it ripen. It’s clearly reached maturity, but its protector is nowhere to be seen,” Tianming said, seeming rather puzzled.

”Who could the protector be?” Bai Ye asked.

”Maybe natives of the Ancestral World. Maybe they’re the ones that the Eightpart Pantheons believe to be remnants of the flameyellow divinities! They seem to have hidden themselves away after the Ancient Flameyellow Ruins opened up.” Tianming really wanted to meet those people, though he hadn’t gotten any information about them so far. Everything, from the little beastballs to the ark and the Ninelives Ancestral Tree was shrouded in mystery.

”Yin Chen, try tracking down any signs of life in the Ancestral World. Someone must be around,” Tianming said as he charged toward the fruit.

Jiang Yuheng and the others were also attacking the formation of vines. As that was bound to be rather noisy, they tried to keep their commotion down as they chipped away at the formation and waited for reinforcements. But before they arrived, Tianming was already there!

”Sis?” Jiang Yuheng excitedly turned back, only to see a figure surrounded in purple mist. ”Who are you?!”

Jiang Yuheng was a third-level cosmic god, and even one growl caused the entire cavern to shake. He was a handsome youth that stood three hundred meters tall, covered in brilliant light. When he discovered the suicidal little fly, he didn’t seem nervous at all and even wanted to laugh. ”A quasi cosmic god? I guess people really do throw their lives away for greed! The dogs of the Eightpart Pantheons are truly laughable.”

Tianming used his Sky Plundering Hand and easily carved a path through the formation, shooting past Jiang Yuheng.

”Huh?!” He was stunned, and before he could react, Tianming had easily phased through the vine formation and appeared next to the golden ninelives fruit. It seemed to be ten times larger than normal ones.

”This looks like some good stuff,” he said with a chuckle. Then he plucked it and put it into his spatial ring.

”How’d he do that so easily?” Jiang Yuheng was completely stupefied, as were the second-level cosmic gods in his group. As they watched on, stunned, Tianming waltzed out just as easily as he entered.

”Halt!” Jiang Yuheng immediately tried to stop Tianming with the others. ”I’ll give you ten seconds to consider whether you want to leave with the fruit or your life.”

”Is your sister Jiang Yulian?” Tianming said, not answering the question.

”So what if she is?” Jiang Yuheng signalled for the others to surround him.

”Then I choose to take her tears with me,” Tianming said before bursting into lightning and fire as Ying Huo and Meow Meow flung their abilities at Jiang Yuheng.

”You’re asking to be killed!” Jiang Yuheng manifested gigantic wings on his back. The Jadestar Flamewings burned with brilliant, flowing white flames that accentuated their jadelike beauty, looking like two white galaxies. They were forty-four primalwings bundled together, a sign that he was from an elite bloodline of primalwingers. Those of the Sin Pantheon who had equivalent talent were from the royal lineage!

He wielded a lance that matched his wings, the Chaos Lifejade. Altogether, he gave off the rather aloof and untouchable aura of a mighty hero. Using his wings, he neutralized the flurry of abilities. He’s just a quasi cosmic god, but he’s that strong!? What in the world was he up against?

In that moment of doubt, Tianming charged forward with his dragon-wrapped right leg. Countless dragons of mountains and seas manifested alongside the Triflair Primordial World shields. Lan Huang’s immense physical capabilities gave him the brute force of a specter and he appeared in front of the primalwings in an instant.

With a swift kick, his leg landed squarely on the primalwings, causing the volatile energies that it had absorbed from the abilities to go haywire!

”What?!” Jiang Yuheng was caught completely off guard. Tianming swiftly followed up with his two swords, packed with his totems and Bai Ling’s soul power.

”Buzz off!” Jiang Yuheng reformed his wings and used them to block the golden sword’s strike and his lance to block the black Grand-Orient Sword, but it slipped past and pierced his face!

”Gaaaah!” His head exploded soon after as Bai Ling’s soul power invaded his astral brain, burning away eighty percent of the spiritform astrons. A single strike had almost taken Jiang Yuheng’s life!

He fell to the ground, using what remained of his astral brain to resist Tianming’s murderous assault. Headless, he had been heavily injured and wasn’t much better than he would be in essence form. His spiritform middlekin astrons recovered at a snail’s pace.

”Aaaaaagh!” Losing so much soul power at once caused him to collapse to the ground and bawl like a child. He seemed confused, disorientated, and barely conscious, a sight that stunned the other cosmic gods.

”Is that really a quasi cosmic god?” They hurriedly backed away in fear.

”Big Sis! Waaaah! Big Sis!” Jiang Yuheng cried. Then the reinforcements arrived. Jiang Yulian and Jiang Lincheng immediately saw the purple-masked man standing atop Jiang Yuheng’s body, turning back to coldly sneer at the couple.

He took out the golden ninelives fruit and said, ”Here’s a lesson for you two. I beat him up to show you that if there’s anything that I, Lin Feng, desire, I’ll take it with my own power! I don’t need to play your little spy games with the Eightpart Pantheons. They aren’t worth it!”

He stomped on Jiang Yuheng before leaving with the golden ninelives fruit.

”Yuheng!” Jiang Yulian rushed to her little brother in a fit of panic and tears.