Beastmaster of the Ages

Tianming’s recent perils paved the way for deeper insights.

This return to the Upper Star Ruin and the subsequent reconnection of his omnisentient threads, forming the Soul Nexuses, and the defence of Flameyellow Imperial Star had greatly advanced his imperial order.

The same was true for his other orders.

Using dazzling radiances in the Realm of Order was far more direct. This thing was essentially a gigantic order or overflow fragment with an internal structure so complex it was impossible to fathom. But as a user, Tianming did not need to study it in depth, only swallow it up.

The dazzling radiance turned into a crimson torrent that suffused through his entire body, nurturing the growth of his ten orders.

Bai Feng’s return had made the lifesoul order whole. During this period, it had advanced by leaps and bounds, finally displaying the advantage of its forty-five infant souls.

As for its “destiny,” it had completely let it go.

Now it had only one goal: to follow Tianming in conquering this boundless universe, and then to leave it and see what lay beyond!

Only then could they learn what these Primordial Chaos Beasts truly were.

This breakthrough was very quiet. No one knew how much time had passed, but Tianming absorbed all the dazzling radiances and reached a new limit.

Next, he absorbed nova source, triggering the fission and expansion of his middlekin astrons.

After his actual combat strength started to rival that of a primocosmic god, the increase in middlekin astrons triggered by each breakthrough also skyrocketed.

This time, he advanced two levels from the fifth to seventh level of the Heavencosmic stage.

Originally, he was already close to twenty thousand meters tall. His height almost doubled, growing to about thirty-eight thousand meters, already touching the forty-thousand-meter tier.

This breakthrough had filled the shortfall in Tianming’s cosmic-god power.

“In the Realm of Chaos, where I don’t have omnisentient power but I have the advantage of ordered power, I might be able to fight a seventh-level primocosmic god.

“And in the Realm of Order, although fighting above my level is harder, the support of omnisentient power should let me fight the seventh-level, or even higher. Moreover, now that the supply line of resources has started business, the boost of omnisentient power is still increasing.”

With the explosive growth of his totem simulacrums and this breakthrough, Tianming had fixed two flaws and dramatically improved his combat power. Whether in the Realm of Order or Chaos, he had truly stepped into the apex tier.

“If I hadn’t gone to the Realm of Chaos, I probably wouldn’t even be able to defeat Mushan Feng right now.” And now, he had surpassed the imperial-star elders and had become the genuine strongest of Flameyellow.

Of course, whether he could keep the number one spot was up to Zi Zhen.

Tianming stood up. He was now so tall that gods and astral gods could not even see the top of his head, a cosmic overlord capable of toying with nova source worlds.

With such a body, even the maniverse-class Sun no longer seemed as large as the former Ebonia.

The sun still lacked soil, so even its most towering mountains were certainly not as tall as Tianming was now.

“The universe is feeling smaller and smaller. In the end, if someone said the universe itself was a person, I could almost accept it.”

Tianming had a premonition that his path of cultivation was one of transforming toward a real universe.

Though he was forty thousand meters tall now, he was only a miniature universe. The surface of his middlekin astrons was still far from being able to give birth to life. Just thinking about it made the gap obvious between Tianming and the titan that was the universe.

“Does that enormous blank gap from a hundred-thousand-meter imperator to a real universe truly have cultivation stages to fill it? Or is a real universe simply beyond what a cultivator can ever reach?” Tianming circulated his power, letting his thoughts wander.

In the end, he could only smile bitterly, because the answer was far too distant and could only be explored by himself.

His thoughts were cut off by a destructive violet radiance flaring from within the purple mist. It was so intense it even swallowed Tianming’s light, as if stealing the spotlight. An immense purple form rose and approached Tianming.

“Fortunately, we’re not that far apart...” Tianming slightly raised his head and saw that Zi Zhen roughly matched his size.

“What level are you at?” Tianming asked.

“I’m a sixth-level primocosmic god,” Zi Zhen appeared before him, her voice serene.

“Sixth-level? That should be at least sixty thousand meters. How are you—?” Tianming asked in confusion.

“Wouldn’t I exceed sixty thousand meters if I transformed? Want to take a look?” Zi Zhen chuckled.

“No.” Tianming preferred her like this.

If she transformed, she would probably exceed eighty thousand meters.

Zi Zhen possessed some ability to fight above her realm. Even against the imperial-lineage of the Eightpart Pantheons, she could cross two levels. With this improvement, she very nearly had an imperator’s combat power.

As expected, anyone who called cultivation “recovery” was truly terrifying.

And thus, Tianming ended his five minutes of fame as Flameyellow’s number one.

Naturally, he was delighted. Zi Zhen’s breakthrough was a godsend to him. The Imperial Star was sorely lacking in peak experts.

By rights, she was the one with the most secrets, yet at this moment she was the only one who could truly help Tianming in terms of battle power.

Amid the sandstorms of this sun, the two of them silently looked at each other.

Suddenly, Tianming grasped her delicate hand.

“What are you doing?” Zi Zhen asked, sensing something amiss from his gaze.

“Let’s have a child,” Tianming said.

“No.” She hurriedly shook her head, her face flushed.

She was the type who became shy afterward. Before their relationship had crossed that line, she had been full of initiative. Now that things were settled, she felt shy from the bottom of her heart.

Otherwise, she would not keep transforming at the slightest provocation.

“If you keep this up, I’ll transform!” she bit her lip nervously.

“Go ahead! I’ve got some heavy fetishes!” Tianming gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, squeezed his eyes shut, and pushed her down.

“Mmm...” She pushed at him and called out, but in the end she didn’t transform, instead curling up like a small cat.