Beastmaster of the Ages

Tianming had long since memorized the names and origins of every single sect. Next, he needed all of them to report their military forces and where they were stationed at. But before that, he had to deal with the alliance council.

Right now, the second-, third-, and fourth-rate sects all stood by him. However, the fifth-, sixth-, seventh-, eighth-, and ninth-ranked sects hadn’t truly fallen under his banner yet. He still needed a deep discussion with Northdipper Swordsage and the rest.

“Please follow me, alliance leaders,” he said. He was above them in status, but these were all his seniors based on qualifications. Hence, he still had to be polite with his words.

But if they tried to use their seniority to bully him, he wouldn’t be polite.

The reason he had to give the first-rate sects so much importance was that, when added together, they were the equivalent of all the second-rate sects in military power! The Myriad Solar Sects had ninety sects like the Azuresoul Palace. In truth, the Myriad Solar Sects weren’t that much weaker than the celestial orderians. The main flaw was in how fragmented they were. Led by the Saintdragon Emperor, the alliance council entered a secret room.

Long Wanying remained outside to help Tianming organize the sects. “Don’t worry everyone. The alliance leaders are currently holding a secret discussion so our tactics don’t get leaked. When there’s a conclusion, perhaps our first alliance leader will come out and give us good news. Please wait expectantly!”

Long Wanying’s words grabbed the sect masters’ attention. They were filled with patience and waited there. They also cooperated with her to let her know their military power. She had information on all of the sects, so if someone hid things from her, she would get to the bottom of it. The issues she was dealing with were all critical ones.

Long Wanying being in charge meant that the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect already held the leadership position. Tianming had unparalleled rallying power, especially among the third- and fourth-rate sects. The second-rate sects might be more cautious and wait out the results of the council meeting, but their opinions no longer mattered.

History proved that whoever had the hearts of the people could influence history.

Based on the rules the Saintdragon Emperor had set, there were six alliance leaders.

The first alliance leader: Xuanyuan Dragon Sect, Li Tianming.

The second alliance leader: Empyrean Sword Sect, Northdipper Swordsage.

The third alliance leader: Shenwu Dynasty, Ninesun Martial Lord.

The fourth alliance leader: Frostsoul Imperium, Frost Empress.

The fifth alliance leader: Fushen Clan, Fushen Gongyi.

The sixth alliance leader: Group of Celestial Maiden Halls, Yan Lingxian.

The council didn’t establish a voting system, which meant that the system would be Tianming making the decisions while the other leaders supported him. He was confident in gaining their trust step by step. Hence, he had to reveal some things today to gain the cooperation of these five first-rate sects!

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In the secret room, the seven people, including the Saintdragon Emperor, were standing in a circle, looking at Tianming at the head. No one else spoke since he hadn’t spoken yet.

So far, he had only gotten power through suppressing the Northdipper Swordsage. He hadn’t revealed any methods to reverse the dire situation they were in.

“Saintdragon Emperor, announce our next steps.” The Northdipper Swordsage still wasn’t comfortable with asking a young child; hence, he still believed that no matter how incredible Tianming was, the decisions would still be made by the qualified seniors.

The Saintdragon Emperor seriously replied, “I’ll be following whatever Li Tianming says.”

The Northdipper Swordsage and the rest exchanged a look.

“Saintdragon Emperor, Li Tianming is indeed bold and courageous, but he’s also young and inexperienced. It’s enough for him to rally the hearts of the people in the open. The decisions should be made by you,” said the Ninesun Martial Lord, emperor of the Divine Martial Dynasty. He was dressed in black robes, well-built, and over three meters tall. He was the one with the most imperial bearing other than Tianming, as his power was a dynasty, and he led a Divine Martial Army that was as strict and regimented as the celestial orderians’.

The Shenwu royal clan had lifebound beasts called nine-headed shenwu tortoises. They were an evolved form of a xuanwu tortoise, quite similar to Lan Huang, a monster on the battlefield. They had given the Shenwu Cavalry quite a bit of fame.

There were two others present that Tianming wasn’t familiar with other than the Ninesun Martial Lord.

One was the palace master of Frostsoul Imperium, the Frost Empress. She was roughly the same age as the Northdipper Swordsage, making her relatively young among the sect masters from the top ten sects. Her face was covered with a veil and her body let out a chilling cold. Her skin was rather similar to the mysterians, except it was like blue crystals and even more beautiful.

The Frostsoul Imperium was a special case on the sun, a sect constructed in the Frostsoul Sea, which was a special zone on Orderia. Everyone knew Orderia was a giant flaming ball, but the Frostsoul Sea had instead been frozen over for millennia, the extreme opposite of the rest of Orderia’s environment.

It was because Orderia’s nova source wasn’t pure. While fiery nova source was the majority, some of it was frosty. It had all been pushed to one corner and leaked out of the fusion formation to there, becoming the Frostsoul Sea. From space, it looked like a beautiful blue eye on the sun.

Those living in the sea had built the Frostsoul Imperium. They all had strong ice-type lifebound beasts. For now, they were still in relative safety. However, they neighbored the Blueblood Starocean. Those totemancers clearly coveted the thick nova source of the Frostsoul Sea. Thus, the imperium had no choice but to work together with the rest of the Myriad Solar Sects or their future would be in question.

The other was from the eighth power, the Fushen clan. Similar to the wargodeans, they were tied together by the bloodline of those with the surname ‘Fushen’. There weren’t many clan members, but they were of high quality and were beastmasters that used various strange insects.

Their clan patriarch, Fushen Gongyi, was a strange one. His body was covered in thick green robes, his head was covered by a hood, and his face was covered by green mist. The only things visible were his four long and narrow eyes. They were dark green and looked like gazing into a deep abyss. And like the Frost Empress, he was a man of few words.

That could be because the Fushen clan was located in a steep area filled with caverns and deep streams. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, so the Fushen clan had suffered few losses, much like the Frostsoul Imperium. However, they interestingly also had another lapdog of the celestial orderians nearby. The wargodeans had become the strongest external organization under the celestial orderians after the Veildragon Palace had been lost. Their Warlord and the Tumulus Pill God were eyeing the Fushen clan’s territory.

The two territories were probably the rewards the celestial orderians had promised the wargodeans and Blueblood Starocean.

All six sect masters present had no way out. Tianming had to topple the sun emperor to save his godfather and break the curse of the old gods’ blood. It was also the path for his ambition to establish an empire on the sun.

The leaders all looked at the Saintdragon Emperor. Their thinking made sense. Strength, talent, and a halo didn’t equal deciding rights. When it came to deciding the fate of all life in the Myriad Solar Sects, experience was needed; there was no way Tianming was mature enough.

But the Saintdragon Emperor was staunchly set in his ways. “I’m serious. Tianming will decide. From now on, us old folks can advise, but the one who can create miracles is him.”

The Northdipper Swordsage and the rest were speechless.