Beastmaster of the Ages

Tianming temporarily left the Flameyellow Cemetery. He thought that Wudi would remain there and was surprised to see him following along. ”Weren’t you going to analyze the cosmic arts?”

Wudi shot him a nonchalant look. ”There’s no rush. Cosmic arts aren’t something you can learn in mere moments. There’s serious business that demands my attention.”

Wudi immediately fused with the Flameyellow Coffin and became half a million meters tall once more. The metallic giant flew up into the sky, followed behind by Uncle Tai Xu who sighed in resignation.

Then, all 150 billion flameyellow imperial fiends in the astralguard formation and Sky Palace Formation appeared in a powerful surge, drawing the eyes of countless cosmic gods in the Sun.

Surprised, Tianming asked, ”You call this serious business?”

”What would you know?” Wudi laughed and turned around. ”This is called rehearsing! We have too many flameyellow imperial fiends. How can we coordinate them properly when we need them without some practice? In the meantime, we can also show everyone our power and inspire pride among our people!”

Tianming chuckled. ”You’re just doing this to show off. It’s all style and no substance.”

Wudi said with a serious expression, ”Don’t be such a downer, my son! You have no emotional intelligence in the slightest. There’s some things you shouldn’t say! Read the room!”

”Darn it...” Tianming couldn’t take it any longer and went back to the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. Everyone in there was celebrating along with the others in the Sun.

Tianming then activated the Flameyellow Divine Path and sent the Sun straight through it. It emerged next to a massive gray star. This imperial-class world belonged to the Sin Pantheon. As its astralguard formation was activated, none of the Sin Pantheon cosmic gods were able to leave.

”Sin primalwingers...” Tianming looked at the star coldly. Since he encountered the Eightpart Pantheons, he’d felt that the Sin Pantheon was the worst among them. In fact, the primalwingers of Grand Jiang back at the Primordial Sands hated the Sin Pantheon the most.

Tianming also recalled encountering the sin primalwingers first at the Fiend Ruins and the bad impression they had left on him. Yushen Hua, Can Nian and the rest were the most sinister, rotten people with no lines they wouldn’t cross. They were always up to something dastardly. While normal primalwingers at least found a good pretext when they were up to no good, sin primalwingers were proud of their bad deeds.

”Do you think the likes of you deserve primalwings?” Tianming was reminded of Feiling whenever he saw primalwings. The cosmic gods of the Sin Pantheon didn’t even deserve to be compared to her. ”From now on, the Sin Pantheon will no longer exist!”

Zi Zhen had ravaged the world and taken all their legacies with the other flameyellow divinities like they had done to the previous two imperial-class worlds. The sin primalwingers were helpless to stop any of that. Their cosmic god army had already been eliminated in its totality, while the few remaining elites were no match for Zi Zhen.

Once more, the Flameyellow Divine Pillars were deployed. With how the Sun was slightly larger than the Sin Pantheon’s world, the sight was quite impactful to behold. The Sun looked just like an older boy that bullied the neighbor’s little girl.

Even though the sin primalwingers also despaired, they were much more dignified in comparison to the cosmic gods from the Starfall and Sundown Pantheons. They were fearful all the same, but they didn’t surrender. Instead, they set their searing gazes on the solar lances and tried to stop them with their physical bodies. Even though it was a vain effort, it did show Tianming that the different pantheons did indeed have differently spirited people.

Their crazed malice gradually rose to a certain peak. In their moment of despair, the savagery and evil in their bones manifested as an unwillingness to surrender even in the face of death. The cosmic gods with black-red hair crashed into the solar lances in suicidal fashion, yet it changed nothing.

Tianming watched without doing anything. The Sin Pantheon was still one of the Eightpart Pantheons at the end of the day. They had no doubt killed countless flameyellow divinities before they managed to get the universe under their rule and committed countless evil deeds. Tianming simply had no reason to forgive even a single one among them.

Eventually, the gray nova source of the world got sucked into the Flameyellow Imperial Star, causing it to expand once more. The gray star shrank and withered. All the rivers and landmass on the star was sucked up along with the nova source, deposited at a temporary location in the Sun.

When it all came to an end, not a single sin primalwinger survived. Their gray star was left as a barren waste. The Flameyellow Imperial Star hadn’t spared a single useful thing and sucked it all up. There was also another hint of gray coming from its glow.

After Ji Ji calmed down the nova source and harmonized it all, the gray nova source blended in with the rest and no longer created windstorms. The Flameyellow Imperial Star’s current size was about three times that of a typical imperial-class world.

***

”Let’s continue!”

Though some cosmic gods of the Sin Pantheon still existed on some maniverse-class worlds, there was nowhere for them to run. Tianming didn’t even have to lift a finger before the others took care of them. The Sin Pantheon was over for good.

The Sun and Ninedragon Imperial Tomb once more crossed the Flameyellow Divine Path and emerged near a golden imperial-class world. This was the world of the Virtue Pantheon!

Right before Zi Zhen could lead the army to pillage the world, Tianming stopped her and said, ”They are a race of specters.”

Zi Zhen snorted. ”They have nothing to do with me. I already killed their imperator, so why would I care?”

She looked him square in the eye and said, ”Tianming, your enemies are my enemies, no matter who they are!”