Beastmaster of the Ages

This was everything Tianming had dreamed of, the omnisentient threads of all the peak astral gods of Myriadpath Valley.

It was like he had gained a following of over a million rex mundi, and gold-and-black omnisentient threads that were as thick as divine dragons bound themselves to his astrons, connecting with his imperial order. In fact, many even had cultivations above Tianming. Their sheer numbers accelerated his order’s growth.

Torrential power and boundless conviction converged, finally uniting the long-divided land into one cohesive whole.

Tianming took to the air, now the undisputed emperor. The exhausted House Qitian and House Yumo stood no chance against him.

If the august and sacred houses truly broke free from the control of the Three Exalted Houses and sided with Tianming, House Qitian and House Yumo would lose all their advantages at the eminent and reverend tiers. The two houses together had fewer than a hundred eminents and less than two thousand reverends. However, House Suishen alone almost equaled them, and Myriadpath Valley had another forty thousand reverends and hundreds of eminents outside of the Three Exalted Houses.

The august and sacred houses were crucial. Although their eminents and reverends generally had lower realms, sheer numbers could influence the momentum of events.

Everyone watched as Tianming used the Yumo Blood Crucible to trap Suishen Ranxing the moment he was defeated. Then his attention shifted onto Qitian Muyu and Yumo Diyan!

He issued his first imperial decree, ”Slay Qitian, Exterminate Yumo!!”

”Yes!” War was no game. At this stage, only complete annihilation could create a new world without hidden threats.

When Tianming’s war declaration was issued, everyone turned their focus to Houses Qitian and Yumo.

The defeat of Suishen Ranxing had left the two houses broken in spirit. Yumo Diyan’s face violently twitched as it twisted in desperation. Tianming’s supreme imperial majesty had surpassed his comprehension, sending a chill down his spine.

”Don’t be afraid! The wonderians have already sensed what’s happening here. As long as they kill Li Tianming, these rebels will collapse without a fight!!” he roared with all his might, his voice booming across the battlefield.

His words gave the ferocious House Yumo a sliver of hope. They had already transformed into hellish demons, the starblood in their bodies billowing like baleful clouds. Countless vengeful spirits shrieked for their doom, but at that moment, the savagery of House Yumo no longer frightened anyone.

Leading the charge against them were Suishen Xiyue and Jiguang, along with part of House Suishen and numerous Myriadpath Valley eminents and reverends. Even Eminent Tiankui switched sides and joined the campaign against House Yumo.

When even he defected, it was clear that the tide had completely turned.

House Yumo was surrounded by ten times their numbers, all eager to earn merit under the new regime. Their killing intent sentenced the entire House Yumo to death!

”Li Tianming despises our house’s starblood. We’re doomed!”

”There’s no way we can survive his rule. We can only fight to the death! Yumo Diyan said it himself, Li Tianming will fall to the wonderians!!”

”Kill! Kill!!”

House Yumo displayed remarkable resolve, their bloodshot eyes flaring as they tightly clustered together in the face of overwhelming odds.

”Join forces with House Qitian!” Yumo Diyan’s voice thundered.

Not far away, House Qitian was also under a siege led by the former valley lord and Qitian Muyue.

Qitian Muyu was the former valley lord’s grandson, but the years of animosity within House Qingchuan left only hatred.

”Grandfather!” Qitian Muyu desperately pleaded, ”Can you beg Li Tianming to spare House Qitian?” He had completely mentally collapsed.

”Did you ever spare my family? Only now do you suddenly remember I’m your grandfather?” The former valley lord shook his head. No one understood Qitian Xiao and Qitian Muyu better than he did.

”I don’t have the right to forgive you on behalf of those you killed! Hei is still waiting for me to give him justice!” Uncle Hei was someone Qitian Muyu had murdered.

”Sister, please, beg him to give us a chance!” Qitian Muyu turned to Qitian Muyue in utter panic.

”Beg? I don’t even know if I’ll survive this battle. How could I possibly plead for you?” Qitian Muyue said, her tone grim.

”You! If this continues, House Qitian will face extermination! Doesn’t the blood of House Qitian flow in your veins? Don’t you feel the pain of our annihilation?” Qitian Muyu bitterly cried.

”My own life is hanging by a thread! Why should I care about the house’s destruction? Besides, the Three Exalted Houses have ruled the astralscape for tens of millions of years. When conquered, the men are killed and the women taken. That’s always been the way things are, hasn’t it?” Qitian Muyue helplessly said.

Finally, she looked at her brother, tears streaming down her face. ”I do feel hatred! But I fear him even more! One thought from him could end my life—I have no choice but to submit. And you, brother, probably won’t even have the chance to submit!”

Qitian Muyu felt like he had been struck by lightning.

”Destroy House Qitian!” Qitian Muyue shouted the most ironic words, leading a force ten times stronger to crush her own house. The scene utterly shattered the hearts of House Qitian.

They despaired and their defeat came even faster than that of House Yumo. While the Yumo still sought survival, House Qitian attempted to surrender, only to find they couldn’t. Stunned, they stood still and were slaughtered in a frenzy by the enraged warriors of Myriadpath Valley.

It was a true bloodbath as the numbers of House Qitian and House Yumo rapidly dwindled.

Yumo Diyan could never have imagined that a child who once clashed with Yumo Yuanni mere decades ago would now bring an apocalyptic disaster to his house, an ancient behemoth with millions of years of history.

House Qitian couldn’t have foreseen this day back when they’d had amicable relations with Tianming, either.

Not to mention the old patriarch, Suishen Xiao, who had personally brought Tianming back to Myriadpath Valley. From the moment his son had fallen, no one cared about him anymore. All the House Suishen warriors passed him by, following Jiguang and Suishen Xiyue to attack House Qitian and House Yumo.

The tidal wave of people rushed forth, their shouts shaking the heavens. Suishen Xiao stood motionless, like a wooden statue. The scene vividly illustrated the meaning of “the tide has turned”.

”My son....” The old patriarch extended his trembling hand, his bloodshot eyes filled with tears. ”I was wrong! I was wrong... ah!”

The most painful part wasn’t Suishen Ranxing being crushed in his prime; it was that no one had spoken up for him after his defeat. Instead, his entire house had chosen to fight for Tianming. That was the true tragedy!