Beastmaster of the Ages

Everyone in the Ten Desolate Starforges was paying attention to the peak of Miracle Mountain. The tens of thousands of geniuses had found themselves thrown into a war, even though they had initially come for a treasure hunt. The orders they received had firmed their resolve.

Thanks to the Heavenly Dao Arena, they had a firm grasp of their enemies’ numbers and locations. It allowed them to launch surgical strikes that they were confident would be successful. The order to attack had come from the seniors. While they were still unable to conquer the sword cave, they could at least work to defeat the Primordial Sands’ youths. If they didn’t take the chance to wipe out as many of them as they could, such a good opportunity might not come again.

”It’s clear that we’ll suffer casualties today, but we have a powerful advantage that’ll allow us to wipe out our enemies and thereby their youthful talent of this generation. It’ll make conquering this territory much easier going forward!”

”It’s a true honor for the Upper Star Ruin!”

”By rendering merit, we honor our ancestors and spread our names far and wide!”

The fifty thousand cosmic gods were gathered from diverse factions, but they got into neat ranks, focused and strong willed.

”Everyone, even though the upcoming battle hasn’t been planned for, we don’t have to worry about terrain or possible traps. Power’s the sole factor that’ll decide who wins!

”We also have some good news from our seniors. Estimates using the Heavenly Dao Arena show that we have nearly twice their number. In a small battlefield like this, each of us can take on two of them! Our losses won’t even number more than three thousand!”

None of them believed themselves to be unlucky enough to be one of the three thousand out of the fifty thousand. Among their ranks were all seven factions, save for the chaos umbral race. They were split up into seven large units, with the Three Divine Races being the strongest.

The ashurans were the strongest force of all, since they didn’t have to worry about their warbeasts dying, so they could be the vanguard that charged straight into the ranks of the Primordial Sands. Numerical superiority was the name of the game for them. Their seniors had given the top geniuses on the ranking to form smaller units among them.

The sight of them arranging themselves into units was rather terrifying. Tianming couldn’t clearly see it from afar, but Yin Chen told him that the Primordial Sands’ disciples were far from being able to match up to the Eightpart Pantheons’.

The Eightpart Pantheons were initiating the fight and had the backing of the Heavenly Dao Arena on their side, poised like wolves before a hunt. The Primordial Sands’ disciples, on the other hand, were still nothing but a bunch of disorganized ruffians. Each ranked genius had their respective followers, lying in hiding and still unaware of the enemies’ killing intent.

”This isn’t going to end well,” Tianming said, furrowing his brows. ”Even though the Eightpart Pantheons’ disciples are still young, they’re natural-born conquerors. Doing this is second nature for them, not to mention the crutch they can rely on. Their seniors are using the Heavenly Dao Formation to relay combat information to them to augment their strategies!”

It wasn’t a matter of pure combat power, but rather the means they had available to them. The Primordial Sands were completely on the defensive, and their young were inexperienced.

”The skirmish will result in heavy casualties for them.” Tianming immediately made a move and contacted Jiang Datou and Jiang Lincheng. ”Listen up, it’s life or death—yours! I need to see Lin Chaoge, right now!”

”Can the other ranked geniuses come too?” Jiang Lincheng asked.

”Sure!” The disciples of the Primordial Sands had heard about the Eightpart Pantheons’ intent to wipe them out and had fallen into disorganization. The ranked geniuses among them got together and had different ideas about what to do, but were unable to agree on one or the other. However, Tianming showed up out of nowhere to give them a new one.

Soon, Jiang Lincheng brought two top geniuses to him, both of them equivalent in status to Shiming Shengshi, standing tall at seven hundred meters. The man on the left was Lin Chaoge, clad in azure armor and appearing youthful and handsome. He gave off the same impression as Jiang Lincheng, but was taller and seemed a bit more like a noble scholar. The woman on the right appeared almost ethereal. Her flowing white dress was covered in galaxies and she radiated astral beauty befitting of an astral goddess.

”Brother Lin Feng, this is Lin Chaoge and Jiang Feifei,” Jiang Lincheng said.

”Jiang Feifei....” The name almost made Tianming bite his tongue.

”She’s a descendant of the ancient ancestor,” Jiang Lincheng whispered.

”I see....” It was no wonder she looked so similar and gave off a familiar aura.

”This is Brother Lin Feng, a descendant of the flameyellow voidkin from the Ancient Flameyellow Ruins.” There was no way anyone would believe Jiang Lincheng if he had introduced Tianming as a mere denizen of an orbiter world. None of them could possibly be that powerful.

”Brother Lin, since we’re short on time, please cut to the chase,” Lin Chaoge said with a deeply concerned look. The Primordial Sands’ forces were hiding behind him. If things remained as they were, it would change into a complete battlefield once the Eightpart Pantheons made their move.

”My suggestion is simple: have your forces retreat as fast as possible into the Ninelives Cave and fight them there. The terrain will be to your advantage since it’s a bottleneck to the enemy’s numbers. Drag the fight out,” Tianming said.

Jiang Feifei turned to Lin Chaoge and said, ”As expected of one surnamed Lin. His idea’s the same as yours.”

”Miss Jiang, don’t tell me you expect us to fight the Eightpart Pantheons’ forces on this basic terrain that we can’t use to our benefit in a battle we can’t win over some vague notion of honor?” Tianming asked, raising a brow.

”Mister Lin, it seems that you think me a fool.” Jiang Feifei shook her head. ”Everyone knows it’d be a waste of our lives to die fighting the Eightpart Pantheons’ forces, supported by the Heavenly Dao Arena just over some honor.”

”So what’re you suggesting, then?” Tianming asked.