Beastmaster of the Ages

In front of Tianming, at the core of Reverend Yuanwu’s caelum, a huge fortress of order appeared! It was the largest foundation fortress he had ever seen. It was like a small world in itself, with endless city walls spreading out and hexagonal holes everywhere.

Fortunately, the holes didn’t have the weird hexapath eyes of Zi Zhen. But its city area and volume were at least four times larger than hers.

”Two, four, six, seven, eight!” Tianming counted a total of eight towering spires that rose from the ground. Around them were densely packed young bees, moving around and busy with the same task. It was still so mysterious!

”These eight towers mark an eighth-level foundationeer. Indeed, this Reverend Yuanwu was only one step away from obtaining the title of eminent.”

Reverend, eminent, valley lord. Those weren’t cultivation stages, but titles bestowed by Myriadpath Valley. One would become a myriadpath saint after becoming a foundationeer. Saints could overlap with fortuna and maniverse disciples. For example, the dozen or so foundationeer disciples on the Fortuna Ranking had the authority of myriadpath saints.

Those mighty foundationeers who were fifth-level and above would become reverends, while ninth-level foundationeer would be called eminents.

”The reverend and eminent titles aren’t completely tied to cultivation level. They’re honorary titles. Even some fourth-level foundationeers are conferred the title of reverend if they possess the combat power of a fifth-level foundationeer.” Of course, generally speaking, cultivation level and title were linked. For example, this Reverend Yuanwu, with his eighth-level Foundation stage, still hadn’t become an eminent.

”Normally, the eighth level of the Foundation stage is both the least and the strongest in the lower ruins. So in the future, everyone I observe should be an eighth-level foundationeer and my efficiency should be better than others!” Tianming was in a good mood. He began completely immersing himself in cultivation.

He used the Trisoul Prime and stared as hard as he could. Fortress walls, towers, hexagonal apertures, busy young bees. The trajectory of their wing vibrations, their flying routes, the cooperation of the bee colony, and so on all held profound meanings. Each bee was like a Reverend Yuanwu himself at different stages, a manifestation of his confusion, enlightenment, and cultivation experiences on the martial path. They were all presented one by one before Tianming.

”So that’s how it is.... Worth thinking about. This reverend has a very profound understanding of the martial path!” The more Tianming looked, the more amazed he became. As expected of a reverend right below eminents, no equal of his in comprehension could be found in the Million Mundi.

”It must be Myriadpath Valley in the end!” From that perspective, the convergence of the myriad paths was truly deserving of its name.

”This indicates that ‘Scorn Valley’ was only a part of Myriadpath Valley, and it was even superficial. Even though young people are more enthusiastic about bloodlines, identity, and superiority, as they age, those struggles will fade and they will pursue breaking through the limits of life?” Tianming pondered. He was glad he had come to the Grand Myriadpath Ruins.

”The more order fragments you use, the more you need to calm yourself down with inheritance caeli by observing the path of cultivation. Myriadpath Sourcespring water becomes more important, too.

”The focus of everything is to enhance our cultivation level and become stronger. As long as I am strong enough, red dust, the Oldgod Domain, or even my parents’ affairs... I can handle them all!” With that, he focused his mindset even more and became completely immersed in the path of cultivation.

It was equivalent to walking the path of life of Reverend Yuanwu again. Tianming forgot to eat and sleep, completely forgetting the passage of time. Why did time seem to pass faster as one’s realm increased? The key lay in the depth of immersion! As long as the immersion was deep enough, time would fly by.

When Tianming woke up from the Reverend Yuanwu’s foundationeer caelum, he wasn’t aware of how long the process had taken, but Ying Huo told him a month had passed.

”Dammit! The lifespan of an astral god seems long at several thousand years, but in reality, it’s short. When truly cultivating, it’s short. I observed one caelum and a month passed in the blink of an eye. For others, it’s probably a year! If they observe a few more, they’ll probably lose a decade.”

That kind of ‘decade’ was like a month in the Flameyellow Continent. Time was becoming increasingly insufficient. Tianming seemed far from five hundred years old, but in fact, he wasn’t far away from it at all.

Although it consumed a lot of time, the process of observation and growth was indispensable. He first used order fragments, then consolidated his order. It was like getting on a train first, then buying a ticket. Ultimately, he still had to buy the ticket or he would be thrown off the train.

”Continue!” He still had at least thirty years left of his tenfold merit and could afford to take his time. The second reverend caelum began, which was another eighth-level foundationeer.

He was still surrounded by a nebula of stars.

Over the past month, nebula clusters had appeared in the lower ruins, causing a decrease in the number of ancestral caeli available for cultivation. It was big news in Myriadpath Valley; however, the longer it lasted, the fewer people believed that the nebula clusters were artificially induced, and even fewer believed that there were people inside.

It was just perfect, as no one disturbed Tianming and he had plenty of ancestral caeli to choose from. And since there were many, he could even take his time and choose the one most suitable for his order.

Fire and lightning orders, which were suitable for his infernal and genesis orders, were especially common. Moreover, Tianming and his lifebound beasts could observe them and communicate together, reaping rich rewards. Time really passed by in a flash for those caeli.

The Fortuna Ranking continued fluctuating and Tianming’s ranking fell. He took some time here and there to push his ranking up to around six thousand to avoid getting kicked out of the lower ruins. He couldn’t climb any higher while he was a second-level cosmic cartographer; the top six thousand were ninth-level cosmic cartographer Myriadpath Valley geniuses. They were higher than him by seven levels, and fighting them would be difficult and carry the risk of death.

He didn’t need to take those risks for now. Apart from maintaining his ranking, he didn’t go anywhere else and spent all his time in the Grand Myriadpath Ruins. If it weren’t for Yin Chen’s reminder, Tianming would never have realized that three years had passed in the blink of an eye.

”Really, three years?” Tianming asked.