Beastmaster of the Ages

Amidst shocked and agonized screams, Shen Wu cursed Huang Qi like a madwoman.

“Huang Qi! Death will be the price of your betrayal! Do you really think no one will know this was your doing?”

She had never imagined that at such a critical moment, Huang Qi would betray them and pass the God-Refining Art to Tianming.

“An understandable mistake. I did not betray the Aeternal Beings,” Huang Qi sneered coldly. “I just don’t like your bitchy face.”

Watching Shen Wu being refined by the Grand-Orient Sword filled her with uncontrollable satisfaction.

Shen Wu wanted to send out a message. The others could perhaps still save her...

But the surrounding space had been completely sealed by pocket worlds formed from countless wonders layered upon one another.

“Li Tianming!” Shen Wu had completely melted into silver liquid, the shimmering substance gradually being engraved upon the blade itself.

Bit by bit, she could feel her power being sealed and then infused into a new domain.

Soon, a silver sword rune took shape on the blade. It contained a portion of Shen Wu’s power, granting the weapon even more terrifying might.

A second rune soon followed.

Shen Wu’s consciousness began to blur. She didn’t want to die, but she knew that Tianming would never spare her.

“Li Tianming! Hahaha! Do you really think you’ve won?” Shen Wu gave up on struggling and spat venomously, her voice cold and vicious. “In this war, you are doomed to die! You call yourself a Galactic Emperor? A big title for someone who can’t even control your own fate!

“Even if you refine me, you will not escape death! Not just you, but everyone around you will perish! Tian Jiu? Zi Zhen? They will die because of you!”

“You can do nothing! And your family in the Realm of Chaos, you’ll never see them again, hahaha...”

Tianming remained impassive. Between him and the Aeternal Beings, it had long reached the stage where only one side could live.

He would never foolishly believe that sparing her would earn mercy in return.

“Silence.” His voice rang out coldly.

The God-Refining power spiked violently, devouring and refining every last trace of Shen Wu’s silver essence, engraving it fully into the blade. Even the five silver divine swords clamped in Little Fish’s maws could not escape. In a sense, they too were part of Shen Wu.

One rune, two... until finally, five silver sword runes appeared upon the sword. They shone with dazzling silver light, each radiating a chilling, murderous aura.

At last, Shen Wu’s ceaseless curses fell silent. An Aeternal Being had been refined, even her soul extinguished.

Tianming gripped his sword, feeling its transformed power.

“It seems to carry a new, lethal force... the power that once belonged to Shen Wu? I never expected the Grand-Orient Sword to possess the ability to refine even Aeternal Beings.”

He was genuinely surprised.

But he did not dwell on it for long. The war was over.

When Tianming turned back toward the Flameyellow Imperial Star and Moran withdrew all her wonders, what greeted them was an eruption of unprecedented fervor.

“The Tianming Dynasty!”

“The Tianming Dynasty!”

“Emperor Tianming!”

Even the fortuna-class worlds, and down to the lower star ruins, celebrations echoed.

Their numbers were beyond measure.

Their hearts had always been connected to Tianming.

In this battle, they had experienced rise, glory, despair... and finally, the exhilarating triumph of slaying an Aeternal Being.

This was a monumental victory, not just for the flameyellow divinities, but for all the countless races of the universe.

“Imperator Shen is dead! And so are Mo, Yinne, and Ming!”

“The Eightpart Pantheons are history!”

“Looks like those Aeternal Beings aren’t so eternal after all!”

“If gods truly exist, then our Emperor is the one who slays them!”

Their hearts had clenched in fear when Tianming had been suppressed and regressing under the Heavenly Dao Sword. Now, all of that had turned into pure, unrestrained joy.

Wudi rushed forward, laughing boldly as he punched Tianming on the shoulder. “That’s my son, you didn’t disappoint your old man today!”

Seeing that Wudi was still fused with the Flameyellow Coffin, Tianming rolled his eyes. “Turn back to normal.”

Wudi grinned. “If I cancel the fusion, I’ll look short next to you. Where’ll my dignity be? Let your old man enjoy being impressive a little longer, hahaha!”

The two laughed as they embraced, patting each other on the back.

After a few extra thumps, Tianming couldn’t help but complain, “Damn, your skin’s like real bronze. It’s clanging when I hit you. No wonder even Imperator Shen couldn’t do anything to you.”

Li Wudi puffed out his chest proudly. “Of course! That Imperator Shen was just good for scratching an itch.”

Tianming smirked. “Alright then, next time you take on one of those numbered freaks alone. Pick a lucky number. Two? Four? Six?”

At that, Wudi immediately laughed it off. “No need, my son. I believe in you. When the time comes, you can take on three at once. No need for me to step in!”

Huang Qi and the Wondersky Fairy, who were closest, flew over together.

“Master! This is incredible! Following you was the best decision I’ve ever made!” The Wondersky Fairy spoke with a shy expression, swaying her hips with excitement, her enthusiasm impossible to conceal.