Beastmaster of the Ages

As the eminents thought about it, they didn’t delay any longer. Even though Qitian Muchen didn’t want to go and was still raving mad, Tian Nu could only forcefully drag him along, saying, “Young Master! The best course of action now is to quickly notify the valley lord and let him avenge you!”

“No! I don’t want to see him! I’m afraid to see him! I won’t go back to Myriadpath Valley! I won’t go back... wuwuwu....” Tears were falling like rain from the eyes of the dignified youngest son of the valley lord and his face was full of panic like he was a child throwing a tantrum.

He didn’t want to return to Myriadpath Valley because he couldn’t face the disparity between his former status and his current one, nor the reality that he had become a useless person. He believed that if he just blinked, the events of the day wouldn’t have happened.

As for the death of Yazi, it seemed like he wasn’t feeling any pain from losing a companion that had accompanied him for a thousand years. Instead, his pain stemmed from the fact that he had become a failure and couldn’t face it.

“Let the valley lord handle it. Maybe there’s still hope.” Tian Nu, helpless, dragged the wailing Qitian Muchen to the stareye, with several reverends watching the commotion.

Even then, Qitian Muchen was still screaming, “What’re you looking at? Keep looking and I’ll dig your eyes out! I’ll wipe out your nine generations!”

People were baffled, not knowing what kind of act the proud and promiscuous youngest son of the valley lord was putting on this time.

“Is he role-playing? I heard he’s been involved with at least eight thousand young, beautiful women in Myriadpath Valley, if not ten thousand.”

“Who’s he role-playing with? There aren’t even any women around!”

“True!”

“Sigh! I’m so envious. There’s too few women in Myriadpath Valley.... I’m already a reverend, but the choices are so limited.”

“Forget this life. In the next life, make sure you’re born into a better family.”

“It’s already good enough. Who knows if we’ll be born in a mundus in the next life? It’ll really be tragic if it’s a heliacal-class world where your upper limit is a god. Their lives are as fragile as paper.”

“Gods are still better off. If you’re a mortal, you’re like dust, blown away with a breath.”

“Exactly! So, although we’re not as good as the valley lord’s youngest son, we’re still standing above the masses. Being born in Myriadpath Valley is already the greatest fortune in the universe.”

What they didn’t know was that the Qitian Muchen they envied was truly crying all the way back to Myriadpath Valley.

A month swiftly passed. Qitian Muchen arrived in Myriadpath Valley and was still trying to run. Helpless, Tian Nu used a transmission stone to inform Qitian Muyu.

House Qitian was in an uproar.

“The youngest son of the valley lord’s ninesource beast was killed by the mistrunner in the Yin-Yang World!” Qitian Muyu was in a meeting with several eminents, so the matter couldn’t be hidden.

After hearing the news, Qitian Muyu’s expression turned odd, as if he was holding something back. The expression lasted only for a moment before turning into rage. “Notify Father! I’ll go first!” he told his sister, then hurried toward the Myriadpath Celestial Formation with several House Qitian eminents.

“Sigh! The child’s finished.” Qitian Muyue knew best whom their father favored in his heart. Now, there was no other choice.

“Father said there were no Yin-Yang World survivors and it was people from Myriadpath Valley impersonating them! This is serious. If the mistrunner’s a specter, which of them would dare to kill my brother?”

Qitian Muchen was still throwing a tantrum at the Myriadpath Celestial Formation. The matter couldn’t be hidden, and as soon as the news exploded in Qitian Cave, it spread throughout Myriadpath Valley. In no time, the entire valley was in complete chaos and people frantically ran around, discussing the incident.

The once high and mighty youngest son of the valley lord had suddenly become a pitiable figure of Myriadpath Valley.

“My god! The mistrunner’s terrifying.”

“We’ve really met a formidable enemy.”

“Terrifying, absolutely terrifying!”

“What’ll the valley lord do? How will we respond? If those Yin-Yang World survivors are hiding in there, they’ll be hard to kill.”

Myriadpath Valley was in turmoil.

The back-to-back events of the mistrunners and the Infinitum Mundus made everyone almost forget about Tianming, the top fugitive who had returned to Myriadpath Valley. Compared to major events like those, Tianming and Suishen Yao’s Suishen Blood incident seemed trivial. For him, it was another opportunity to quietly develop.

“So many people from House Qitian are heading to the Myriadpath Celestial Formation!”

“Let’s go take a look!”

Such a big event attracted the attention of everyone in Myriadpath Valley. Many had just thought to go watch, but when they arrived near Skyward Path and looked ahead, they saw that the Myriadpath Celestial Formation was so packed with people that there wasn’t even room to stand.

“Can you see anything?”

“Has House Qitian arrived? Has the valley lord arrived?”

The loss of a strong future valley lord contender from House Qitian was enough to cause undercurrents to surge in every house. Even Suishen Yao and Suishen Zhao were mixed into the crowd.

There was one more person at the edge of the crowd: Jian Qinghe. Upon hearing the news, the veil on her face was already damp with tears. She had never been so happy in her life.

“Who did it...?” She didn’t know, but it was, without a doubt, the happiest day of her life. The one who had been ruined today was her twin brother. She could never escape the control of Myriadpath Valley, but at least at that moment in time, she’d escaped a shadow that had loomed over her since childhood.

Yazi’s dead? It truly is karma.... It must be heaven’s will, making you pay with blood for blood so you can feel the pain you’ve caused others time and time again! Jian Qinghe’s eyes were red. She saw many of House Qitian’s members who had brought endless suffering to House Qingchuan gathered in the center of the Myriadpath Celestial Formation. Those people were terrifying figures on normal days, but now they were all silent and full of frustration.

At the center of the crowd was a man in white, curled up with his head bowed, miserably weeping. He hadn’t wanted to return to Myriadpath Valley because he didn’t want to become a tragedy in the eyes of millions. But now, each astonished glance was like a thousand cuts.

His heart was being torn apart over and over again. Many pitied and sympathized with him, but their pitying gazes were like sharp swords, making his pain even more unbearable. He saw many feet in front of him. Among them was a pair that must have belonged to his father, the emperor of the astralscape!

“Qitian Muchen.” The familiar voice rang in his ears.

Upon hearing the voice, Qitian Muchen completely broke down, crying like a child as he crawled up and rushed toward the speaker. He remembered how, when he was a child, whenever he was wronged, his father would hold him and comfort him.

He desperately needed that embrace now. Through his tears, he could see his father right in front of him, calmly watching him.

Qitian Muchen reached out and was right in front of the valley lord. The scene made people deeply feel the deep bond between father and son.

In the next moment, the white-haired valley lord struck Qitian Muchen’s chest with a palm. Qitian Muchen looked at his father with extreme disbelief and confusion as he disintegrated into dust.

At the moment when he needed his father’s warmth the most, he had simply died.