Beastmaster of the Ages

Beneath the purple mask, Tianming’s cosmic god body appeared powerful and magnificent. His imperial and lifesbane orders, the seven orders of his lifebound beasts, and their bloodline characteristics had entirely changed him, forging him into something so physically powerful that he was like a nova wildbeast, yet the legacy of the Primordial God-Emperor helped him retain his human qualities. The fusion of ruler and beast made him an overwhelming emperor with a savage air.

He was clad in an imperial-class dragon robe of black and gold and wore his white hair in a ponytail. His black and gold eyes could stun countless people with a single gaze. Such was the true sovereign of cosmic gods! The only thing that was a shame was the purple mask that covered the full splendor of his might.

Soon, Tianming met up with Zi Zhen and Moran at Miracle Mountain. Needless to say, they knew that he had succeeded. Zi Zhen was provoking me the entire time we were together before I made my breakthrough. I wonder how she feels now.

Needless to say, there was nothing to be shy about when it came to interactions between adults. Tianming had always thought she was becoming more and more provocative, but he didn’t expect that she wouldn’t even dare to look up at him when they met. Instead, her eyes were anxiously darting left to right, even though she had been waiting for this day.

”Con—congratulations....” She looked down, hands behind her back and face blushing beneath her mask.

”That’s it?” Tianming raised a brow.

”You... you’d better not mess around.... There’s eyes everywhere,” she said, glaring at him and backing off.

”Well, it seems like you’re all talk, no walk,” Tianming said with a smirk.

”Enough!” Zi Zhen was even more distressed with Moran beside her.

Moran seemed much calmer in comparison. She had been by Tianming’s side for far too long, being one of the girls who had accompanied him the longest. It didn’t help that she was in somewhat of a cultivation rut that required a few decades between each breakthrough.

”The enemy’s coming. We should leave,” Tianming said. He guided them along a route that avoided conflict with their pursuers and told them his plans.

”So we’ll bring the little beastballs and ninelives fruits to the Sun first?” Moran asked in a whisper.

”We can also test out whether the route works,” Tianming said.

”It’ll be good if it did,” she said after some thought.

”I also want to see how things are now with the omnisentient threads.” They easily left Miracle Mountain as they talked. Given the time lag their pursuers had, there was no way they would be able to reach him while Yin Chen could make instantaneous adjustments to their course. Soon, they returned to the Ancestral Void Ark.

”Big Brother!” Qingyu had been making gradual, but steady progress, and was quite shocked by how much Tianming had improved. Becoming a cosmic god meant greatly extending one’s lifespan; cosmic gods could live for tens of thousands of years.

”Congratulations.” She seemed rather envious to see the three of them constantly stuck to each other. She also knew about Di Yi’s affair.

”There’ll be a way,” Tianming said, patting her on the shoulder. Lingfeng was among his biggest worries. He had Yin Chen constantly seeking a way to reach out to him, but nothing had turned up so far. If it weren’t for Feng, Tianming would have gone to the Primordial Sands long ago.

The Soulfiend left his body and returned to Qingyu, cradling its heads in sorrow. Tianming didn’t say anything else, but piloted the ark toward the exit that Yin Chen mentioned. They no longer needed the purple masks in the ark, so they took them off. One was a sixth-level cosmic god, the other was a seventh level.

Tianming looked back at his twin beauties of purple and green. One stood tall and slender, beautiful with an air of wisdom, and also came as a whole dance troupe. The other was cute and petite, yet still strongly tugged at his heartstrings. Though they had bodies of cosmic gods, their warmth and softness hadn’t faded in the slightest. He could finally appreciate their beauty after becoming a cosmic god himself.

”Whoa....” When they looked at him, they unconsciously let out a fangirlish sigh. They had seen many cosmic gods before, but none of them had the kind of aura that Tianming had. He was the only Primordial Chaos Beastmaster and Galactic Emperor in the universe; the light he radiated drew them in even more.

”Time to go cultivate,” they said, running off in a panic even though they had been jealously competing not too long ago.

”Those two little chickens....” Tianming was at a complete loss. In terms of strength of personality, Suishen Yao was still the spiciest of all his women. It was too bad that her current size couldn’t even compare to Tianming’s thumb.

***

It didn’t take long before the ark neared the exit. Tianming hid it as deep as he could within the flameyellow void essence, preventing detection by the Heavenly Dao Arena. ”Let’s go.”

”Big Brother,” Qingyu said, hesitating, ”if we leave the Ancestral World, we won’t be able to respond if Feng asks for help. I want to stay here with the Soulfiend. What if something changes?”

Tianming shook his head. ”No, it’s too dangerous. What if the Ancestral Void Ark gets discovered?”

”Then I’ll stay behind too,” Zi Zhen decisively said.

”Me to—”

Before Moran could finish, Zi Zhen cut her off. ”You can’t. You have to take the Empyrean Yin-Yang Mirror with you.”

That took Moran by surprise.

Qingyu couldn’t help it and burst out laughing. ”What’re the two of you doing? Why are you afraid of my big brother as if he’s some kind of raging wild beast?”

They fell silent. Zi Zhen bit her lip and said, ”It’s... it’s fine. It isn’t like I can do much if I go back. I’ll stay here and help you, Little Sis.”

Tianming gave it some thought. He did need someone here after all. ”Fine, then. Little Fish and I will go back. It won’t take long, so be careful.”

”Don’t worry,” Zi Zhen said.

Tianming felt rather good about leaving her to keep an eye on things. Zi Zhen had always been reliable and seemed capable of dealing with much more pressure than Moran. She had helped him far too much.

”Let’s go, then.”