Beastmaster of the Ages

”You alone can use it, you say?” Tianming smiled and looked at the head of the gigantic figure as he played around with the little star with his black hand.

”That’s right!” Xing Hui was completely confident about it. He could tell that Tianming would definitely not kill him. As long as he was alive, he had nothing to fear. He was completely confident in his clan and his seniors. ”Li Tianming, since you’ve entered this place, don’t dream that you’ll be able to leave. My seniors have definitely discovered you. They’ll come soon enough.”

”Is that so? Then, I’ll wait here for them,” Tianming said with a chuckle. I would know better than anyone whether they’re coming or not! Threats would not work on him.

As for the ancestral heart, it had already begun to change as Tianming’s left hand squeezed it from time to time. ”Xing Hui, I’ll show you something amazing!”

Tianming rose into the air and pulled on the Skydome Prison, lifting Xing Hui’s torn-apart body up with him until it reached the level of the gigantic face. Cosmic God Cangyue was one of the most impressive people in the history of Starmoon Haven, with countless amazing legends attributed to her name, yet she couldn’t move in the slightest. Between her brows was a cosmic tribulation sea that was formed from bane-rings. It looked to be two meters in depth, shaped like a silver crescent moon. There should be nine bane-rings within them, all filled with simulacra tides that were meant to be Xing Hui’s reward.

”Stop dreaming. The blessings of the ancestors of the Starfall Pantheon are not meant for the likes of you slaves to enjoy,” Xing Hui said contemptuously. He didn’t find Tianming’s combat capability insulting, just his wild and unfounded ambitions. He knew that Tianming was powerful from the get-go.

”Is that so?” Tianming spoke with his back facing Xing Hui. He levitated closer to the cosmic tribulation sea and placed the ancestral heart above it. The ancestral heart sank into it, much to the abject shock of Xing Hui! He stared at Tianming’s arm, on which the decapath era godswords appeared. The totems pierced into the cosmic tribulation sea, submerging and coming back out again and again. ”Do you see? Not only can I enter the cosmic tribulation sea of your ancestor, I can also leave as I please, and go in again, hehehe...”

Xing Hui’s face was frozen stiff.

”Alright, I’ll stop messing with you.” There was simply no point. All Tianming cared about was to increase the simulacra of his totems. The decapath era godswords submerged themselves completely in the cosmic tribulation sea. Through them, he could feel a divine liquid that was hard to describe envelop the totems and infuse into them.

”Ahh, this feels good...” Tianming couldn’t help but appear a little dazed. He wasn’t doing this intentionally to spite Xing Hui; it was a truly pleasant sensation that permeated his entire body. He felt like he was floating amidst warm clouds. His totems were transforming nonstop as they absorbed the simulacra tides.

”Li Tianming!” Xing Hui howled. Despite not being the least bit annoyed after having his body separated into multiple parts by Tianming, seeing his look of bliss made him so mad that his soul felt like it was about to explode. Yet, no matter how loudly he cried out, Tianming was far too immersed to pay him any heed. ”Impossible! That’s my ancestral heart! How’s he even using it?! Don’t absorb it! Leave some for me! Aaaaah! At least leave one bane-ring’s worth!”

He howled nonstop in the Skydome Prison as Tianming’s totems sank deeper and deeper through the bane-rings, absorbing them all.

”The feeling of increasing the simulacra of my totems feels too great....” Back at Myriadpath Valley, he had House Suishen to thank for that. Both Suishen Blood and simulacra tides truly were divine nectars. It took no more than ten seconds for the simulacra tides to fully immerse into the decapath era godswords.

Wow, my simulacra raised by two in one go... I have a ninefold simulacrum now. Tianming’s eyes brightened. He knew that the decapath era godswords were the most amazing totems to exist, but they suffered because of their low simulacra. But once he left this divine tomb, his totems, the weakest in his full arsenal, would have grown by leaps and bounds. I wonder what it would be like if I could reach twenty or thirty folds.... It was rather frustrating to be dominated by the Eightpart Pantheons’ cosmic gods. I have to rob their descendants as well as their ancestors! Only then would he be able to vent properly.

The moment he withdrew the totems, the cosmic tribulation sea dimmed completely. The sight of that caused Xing Hui to break down. ”Did you suck it all up?”

”I sure did,” Tianming said.

”Why was it so fast?”

”How long would it normally take?”

”A month...” Xing Hui was completely dazed.

”A month?” Tianming’s eyes lit up even more. That should be due to the unique nature of my decapath era godswords. I’m able to absorb simulacra tides extremely quickly! It’s more than ten thousand times more efficient than you geniuses, huh? With that speed, he could absorb even more! If it took a whole month for him to do so like the rest, he wouldn’t be able to do much at all.

If I have the chance, I should swallow up all the simulacra tides in the divine tomb! I wonder how many simulacra my totems will reach by then? He began to look forward to this even more. He shrank the Skydome Prison into a sphere, squishing Xing Hui into a ball of flesh and dragging him along.

”Wait, don’t tell me you’re planning to go to the other tombs!”

”Bingo! You got it!” Tianming said. Xing Hui’s combat capability was among the top five in the entire divine tomb, yet Tianming had no difficulty dealing with him, considering how young and inexperienced he was. There were a hundred people there in total, most of whom Tianming could defeat in an instant. He decided to cripple the troublesome ones first and drag them around like he was doing to Xing Hui. After all, they no doubt received the best ancestral hearts compared to the rest.

”I have to go after the good stuff first,” Tianming said with a chuckle. This was the proper way for a graverobber to behave.

”Dream on! The divine tomb’s so large that you won’t be able to find the others at all!” Xing Hui snapped.

”Hahaha...” Tianming didn’t elaborate, making Xing Hui feel even worse.

”Slave! You deserve death!” he cried, vomiting blood from rage.

”Just watch. Time will tell who lives or dies,” Tianming said.

”You must be bleeding from your heart since eight hundred million of your kind will die at Yanri Mound!”

”Oh, thanks for the nice reminder. Guess I won’t have to hold back here, then!”