Beastmaster of the Ages

The white radiance manifesting around Long Moyu had taken the image of the Galactic Emperor that lived in the hearts of the flameyellow divinities, Li Tianming!

Long Moyu and her lifebound beast annihilated Gui Daoyuan along with over a hundred Virtue Pantheon cosmic gods. The sight was like a raging inferno that lit ablaze the blood of every Flameyellow.

“Fight! Fight!” After enduring humiliation and hardship for countless generations, they had only recently broken free of the shackles of the Heavenly Dao. They had then finally raised their blades and seized control of a fortuna-class nova source.

That had been the most radiant moment of their lives.

And now came the second moment of glory. Their swords and divine arts were aimed at the true elites of the Eightpart Pantheons: the royal lineages that flameyellow descendants had once only dared to look upon from afar. That was precisely why once their resolve erupted, they completely forgot about life and death.

“Follow Long Moyu!”

“For the Emperor!”

The flameyellows had scraped together every bit of combatant exceeding ten meters of height, including all the cosmic gods and even more than two million overflowers. Without exception, they passionately followed Long Moyu into battle!

Long Moyu was like the tip of a blade. Together with her lifebound beast, she formed a soul-formed killing edge. Wherever she went, corpses fell.

Fearless flameyellow divinities stepped into the breaches she opened. They carried on the tradition of being the apex cavalry, combining unstoppable momentum and solid formations. A torrent of divine abilities from two million mounts slammed into the ten thousand Virtue Pantheon members, instantly knocking them into chaos.

Long Moyu’s sudden, unreasonable transformation was completely beyond the Virtue Pantheon’s expectations. Having not experienced true war for ages, they were momentarily stunned to see these so-called slaves fighting with such ferocity.

The mindsets of the two sides were worlds apart.

The Eightpart Pantheons still held the mentality of rulers: this was merely a trip to suppress a rebellion. Deep down, they had never regarded the flameyellow descendants as real opponents. Even Li Tianming’s presence in the Primordial Sands was seen as nothing more than a festering sore on the frontier.

Thus, they had remained arrogant, relaxed, or even upbeat.

But the flameyellow descendants had endured oppression for countless generations, rage and hatred brewing within their hearts the whole time. None of them cared about their own lives anymore, their will to fight unflinching and monstrous.

Simply put, one side had come to feed their egos, while the other had come to gamble their lives. And in a fighter to the death, that difference in mindset became fatal. Long Moyu was a fierce example. She was a living meat grinder, carving straight through cosmic gods.

The Virtue Pantheon had already lost Gui Daoyuan and even their backup world core. The leaderless remainder finally began to panic. Still, their innate pride held strong and they didn’t flee in disgrace.

“Don’t panic, wipe them out!”

“We have the numbers. Killing them will be easy!”

“Surround that monster!”

To them, the two million overflowers were numerous, but they weren’t even considered people.

“More than half of the cosmic gods from Ghoulpurge Virtue Star have already been dispatched to the front lines to attack the Primordial Sands. Our manpower is limited! We must recapture Darkjade Haven to make a strong start to this campaign!”

The Virtue Pantheon began to engage the flameyellow gods in a brutal stalemate. Their strategy was simple: pin down Long Moyu, and the rest would fall easily.

Nearly half of their cosmic gods were immediately in Long Moyu’s encirclement, while fewer than five thousand confidently went to deal with the two million overflowers.

“A bunch of sewer rats!” They still had the leisure to laugh.

But despair soon replaced it as they discovered that no one could stop Long Moyu. Her soul power easily tore through the five-thousand-strong encirclement. The white silhouette didn’t leave any spray of blood or cosmic-god origins. Instead, each fallen Virtue Pantheon member died cleanly, eyes wide open in disbelief.

At that instant, they were truly terrified.

“So strong?!” This had to be a power of a heavencosmic god, and that soul extermination was just too efficient!

Genuine panic had begun to grip the Virtue Pantheon. Some tried to flee, but it was already too late.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Whether it was Long Moyu or the most ordinary overflower, all of them had devolved into a frenzy of bloodlust. Even those with only ten-meter-tall bodies threw themselves fearlessly at Virtue Pantheon members!

“Emperor! Emperor!” Everyone knew whose power was dominating the battlefield.

Even then, within Darkjade Haven’s ruins, the Eightpart Pantheons members who had been forced to kneel openly flaunted their disdain.

“Our royal-lineage cosmic gods will arrive any moment now.”

“You filthy beasts, prepare to be wiped out!”

“Without you wicked slaves, no one will do the dirty work or mine the ores, but at least it’ll be peaceful!”

These captured Virtue Pantheon members were still brimming with confidence, laughing arrogantly! That was brought to a harsh end when one corpse after another, bearing the royal bloodlines of the Virtue Pantheon, fell from the sky. Some even smashed into the ruins, crushing their restrained clansmen into pulp!

A hundred! A thousand! Several thousand!

What had happened?! Only a bit over ten thousand Virtue Pantheon members had come and thousands of corpses had already fallen. Wasn’t this utter annihilation?!

Impossible!

“Emperor! Emperor!”

Thunderous roars swept through all of Darkjade Haven.

Meanwhile, the screams of Virtue Pantheon cosmic gods echoed everywhere.

Finally, Long Moyu, still manifesting Tianming’s image, descended from the heavens into the ruins. Countless flameyellow descendants fell to their knees in worship.

The war was over.

“Darkjade Haven belongs to flameyellow! It belongs to the TIANMING DYNASTY!” Long Moyu roared, her voice sweeping across the entire city.

“And furthermore!” Her expression turned icy as she swept her gaze over the ruins. “By the Emperor’s decree: all Virtue Pantheon members of Darkjade Haven are hereby demoted to slaves. Moreover, any cosmic gods, regardless of identity or age, shall be executed on the spot!”