Beastmaster of the Ages

Granny Yin submitted herself completely. The Eightpart Pantheons had already tried to not underestimate the flameyellow voidkin and perceived them as valid threats, yet the truth was even further out of their imagination! Not to mention, their entire population consisted of cosmic gods!

”Given the might of the Flameyellow, they can even fight the wonderians head on! In fact, we can even safely say that they’re the strongest single faction in the universe right now,” said the black-armored deva.

”These people are mighty indeed... Even though we devas are one of the divine races, we didn’t even manage to suppress this pack of exiled criminals... How in the world did the Eightpart Pantheons even defeat the Flameyellow in the first place?” Granny Yin’s worldview was completely messed up.

”Granny, do you think that Li Tianming can overthrow the Eightpart Pantheons with just these people?”

”I used to think that it wasn’t possible, seeing him as nothing but a hegemon of the local backwater. But now, it does seem likely, given the forces at his disposal. Not to mention, Tian Jiu works against the wonderians while Li Tianming can suppress our ghouls...”

”Things have been hectic in Wondrium Imperius lately to the point that they’re fracturing. It’s said that some Tian Jiu fanatics are preparing for civil war...”

Granny Yin took a deep breath and sighed. ”There’s nothing more terrifying than this.”

As the devas watched, a new change occurred. Wudi brought out the Flameyellow Coffin, causing it to grow into a hundred thousand meters in length right next to the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. The flameyellow divinities could finally see those two sacred objects of myth side-by-side.

Then, the coffin rumbled and out of it came thousands of drops of cosmic-god blood, choosing many youths among the cosmic gods and assimilating into their bodies.

”Big Brother, what is this?” Mushan Xue asked as she watched a drop of azure blood seep into her body.

”It’s the ancestral blood legacy from ten thousand generations ago!” Mushan Feng’s eyes widened as he accepted a drop of orange-red blood, which trailed along his arm and spread throughout his body. The thousand chosen youths suddenly experienced the change that Wudi once did. Their bloodlines themselves were being transformed, raising the crest of their beasts and simulacra of their totems!

One lifebound beast after another popped out of their lifebound spaces, transforming as their bloodline chains were being unlocked. Tianming watched as Mushan Feng’s primordial starvore dragon became a 98-crest beast, second only to Wudi and Qingyu’s beasts! His totems, starcloud maplegraves, also reached 98 simulacra. In many eras, having twin-98-talent would’ve made him a true Flameyellow imperator unlike the so-called imperatores of the Eightpart Pantheons.

The ancestors of the Flameyellow had left truly precious treasures behind, with Mushan Feng being the biggest benefactor of it. Mushan Xue benefited the second most, with her beast’s crest and totems’ simulacra reaching 96, making her incredibly talented even among the elite of the Eightpart Pantheons.

Tianming was delightfully surprised. ”With such talent with us and the cultivation resources taken from the Eightpart Pantheons, we will one day have an ultimate army of cosmic gods comparable to those of the prime of the ancient Flameyellow!” There were at least a thousand super elites among them.

”Very good! Very good!” Dongfang Taisheng’s tears continued to stream. These talented youths were their future hope and would become Tianming’s ardent followers.

Once more, the imperial star rose again. Next to it was a star of golden crystal, surrounded in a cage of pink. It seemed to struggle, submerged within a thick, gray fog. Yet, the newfound hope in the neighboring star seemed to give it strength, leading to more spatial tears around it! Powerful lifeforce burst forth from deep within.

Suddenly, a figure with a simple outline appeared next to the star of golden crystal, looking at it with seeping malicious intent. ”It was you who kept him trapped in this world and forgetful of his true home...” Out of her eyes oozed a hint of sinister mystery.

Then, the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb flew out of the imperial star towards the entrance of the Ancestral World. Tianming was taking Moran and the five elders to the Fiend Ruins, leaving the Sun in the safe hands of Wudi and the powerful cosmic gods.

”How busy...” The figure said as the ship disappeared from her eyes. Then, she hovered towards the imperial star with an odd gaze filled with some envy. ”I heard that you have a daughter too...”