Beastmaster of the Ages

“We worship Tian Jiu?”

The pope chuckled. “That was in the past. We’re rebranding to the Eightpart Pantheons Cult. So, Li Tianming, not only would we not join hands with you, but we would also kill you to earn merit, because you and Grand Jiang have already become the only villains in this Primordial Sands!”

When Tianming heard this, he stayed silent for a while.

“With my intelligence-gathering abilities, I know whether you speak truth or falsehoods. I even knew about Lord Yue’s private meeting with Empress Xia. You think I don’t understand you all? I may even know better than you your cults’ history over the past hundred thousand years,” he said.

“People change. No one is tired of living, and as long as I kneel quickly enough, no one will lick their boots more enthusiastically than us,” the cult pope said happily.

“Is that so?” Tianming raised his eyebrows at the Tian Jiu Cult’s pope and said deeply, “I think the root of your bullshit is that you didn’t trust me, and you also fear the flameyellow voidkin behind me. You intended to let my flameyellow voidkin take the lead, while you hide behind?”

“You’re overthinking. We really are looking forward to showing our skill at surrendering,” the pope shook his head and said.

“Let me remind you. War has no place for naïveté or trickery. You want to hide the furthest, but these people are often the first targets. No one wants a ninety-million-strong army to suddenly pop up. Also, you want to first observe how strong the flameyellows are in battle, then decide whether to ally later. But if you really did that, did you think we’ll bare our heart to you? We only welcomed sincere comrades. Otherwise, an alliance filled with suspicion is pointless,” Tianming said seriously.

The pope fell silent when he heard this. After a long time, he asked, “Then I will ask just one question.”

“Speak.”

“If we successfully repel the Eightpart Pantheons and destroy the Xiavoid Stareye, how many maniverse-class worlds could we obtain?” the pope asked.

“Maniverse-class?” Tianming smiled and said, “Do you know about the existence of the Imperial Star?”

“I know it belongs to you.”

“The Imperial Star is now empty. If the pope is willing to wholeheartedly help me resist, perhaps there will be a place for you in the Imperial Star in the future,” Tianming said.

“The Imperial Star...” They all fell silent.

“After the war, you’ll lock us inside the Imperial Star?” Mo Lingji asked suspiciously.

“Sincerity and candor is our only chance of victory as the weaker side. I have sincerity, so I also hope you can be more open-minded,” Tianming said, spreading his arms wide.

“You speak of sincerity, then I will be sincere too.” The pope paused, then continued seriously, “Tell your elders we do not want to enter the Imperial Star. Instead, we want three maniverse-class worlds, specifically Grand Feng, Yue, and Meng. If you agree, we can join hands.”

“Good heavens, so you wanted to split up the kunlan primalwingers with me?” Tianming shook his head.

“Aren’t you doing the same?” Mo Lingji sneered.

“I have the Imperial Star. I don’t need territory, but for the Eightpart Pantheons to be completely annihilated. The entire Upper Star Ruin would be mine then anyway,” Tianming said.

“That’s a tad ambitious,” Xing Yuantian sneered.

“Go back and ask your elders,” the pope waved his hand.

“No need. I can make decisions.” Tianming looked at the Tian Jiu Cult pope. “Let me blunt, no one can touch the nova source of the kunlan primalwingers.”

“Then please leave. We had our own means of survival. We don’t need allies like you,” the Tian Jiu Cult pope said indifferently.

“Fine. Since sincerity was useless, then I won’t be polite,” Tianming said with a laugh.

“You still dared to be impolite?” Mo Lingji gnashed her teeth, then frantically hinted at the pope that this was their chance to seize the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb!

“Could it be that you also had designs on my astralship?” Tianming suddenly laughed strangely.

The other side froze, then their gazes turned chilling.

“Want to come in for a tour? Come on in, be my guests!” Tianming directly opened the door and swaggered inside.

“Pope?” The Ten Paladins’ eyes burned brightly.

“Enter!” That ten-thousand-meter tall pope followed Tianming’s footsteps and stepped into the Imperial Tomb.

The Ten Paladins also entered.

The Imperial Tomb suddenly closed. Outside, several thousand cosmic gods looked at each other in confusion, unable to see anything.

The party inside passed through the dim corridor, arriving at a radiant hall.

“In this sealed area, you won’t have time to summon your ghoul army. Are you truly not afraid I might act against you?” The pope walked with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at Tianming.

“Nope.” Tianming looked back and beamed.

“Why?”

“Because I’m the husband of your goddess,” Tianming winked.

Mo Lingji clicked her tongue. “Are you insane?”

Tianming did not reply, but instead walked quickly ahead, disappearing into that hall.

“There’s a very strong cosmic god ahead!”

“Who?”

“A flameyellow voidkin?” The experts of the Tian Jiu Cult all furrowed their brows deeply.

“She’s not of the flameyellows, but... are you afraid?” Tianming’s voice came.

“Heh.” The pope strode forward into the hall along with his paladins.

Brilliant radiance dazzled their eyes. Its source was a tall and slender beauty ten thousand meters in height, with hair cascading like a waterfall. Billions of wonders bloomed, enveloping the Tian Jiu Cult’s experts.

The eleven stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at that beauty, as if they had been struck three times by the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. Their eyes were wide as they stood there slack-jawed.

“Kneel!!!!” The Tian Jiu Cult’s pope’s tears poured uncontrollably. His knees immediately crashed to the ground, and he prostrated himself on the spot.