Beastmaster of the Ages

That was just how absolutely massive the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb was now. Only a cosmic god that had reached several thousand metres of height could hope to stop it. “Let’s go inside and see the changes.”

Tianming and Moran went in. He let Moran absorb Dreammaster Siming, while he himself went to the Imperialdragon Palace, the core control area of the astralship.

“Flameyellow Atlas, open!” Back when the Sun had risen to fortuna class, a part of the darkened areas on this Flameyellow Atlas had lit up. And now, after reaching maniverse class, a vast, colorful scroll unfolded before Tianming!

“Is this the entire astralscape?” Tianming looked around and saw that the Flameyellow Atlas had expanded nearly a thousand times compared to before. All the lower star ruins were depicted, with markers representing their equivalent of core places like Myriadpath Valley.

“The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb can also travel alone through the Flameyellow Divine Path now! This meant my people could reach any lower star ruin, spreading the Tianming Dynasty throughout the entire astralscape and surrounding the Upper Star Ruin....”

It was an idea, but Tianming wasn’t anxious. He no longer needed to personally do this. He had plenty of people by his side who could help. For example, Jiguang and Yaoyao already had much experience in this process.

“The Upper Star Ruin is still the most important!” Tianming had seen maps of the Upper Star Ruin before in astralships’ wormhole expressway routes. Those maps were probably jointly made by the Eightpart Pantheons. They contained the various starforges, as well as the central imperial-class region, which was dubbed the firmament.

“Huh?” When Tianming carefully observed this brand-new Flameyellow Atlas, he was shocked.

First, he saw a region not included in the Eightpart Pantheons map, marked out as the Primordial Sands. This region was about the size of two Ten Desolate Starforges.

“In other words, both the Imperial Tomb and the Sun could directly enter the Primordial Sands?” If so, then Tianming would not even need the help of the flameyellow voidkin to go there.

“It’s counted as part of the Upper Star Ruin. The interstellar sands separating the Primordial Sands from the territory of the Eightpart Pantheons blocks astralship travel, but not my omnisentient power.... So in the Primordial Sands, I could still be as strong as I am now.” Tianming’s smile widened at this huge confidence boost to his trip.

“Besides the Primordial Sands, there were several other corners not included in the Eightpart Pantheons’ territory. These spots also seemed to have some strange labels... I could explore them when I had the chance!”

Without a doubt, this Flameyellow Atlas gave Tianming new possibilities.

“Not bad!” The transformation of the Imperial Tomb had been very effective.

Tianming glanced over, and saw that Moran was improving herself. “If I sent her to the Ancestral World to level up, then I could go to the Primordial Sands to find Ling’er.”

He didn’t disturb Moran and instead went to the astralguard formation of the Sun, where Wudi was waiting for him. Tianming arrived at a Flameyellow Coffin floating amidst a sea of fire.

“Has the astralguard formation been strengthened?” Tianming asked.

“Watch closely! Hahaha!” Wudi’s voice came from inside the coffin.

The Flameyellow Coffin suddenly radiated dazzling divine light. Masses of flames converged into an army of divine soldiers, each with three heads and six arms.

“It upgraded again. They’re called the flameyellow imperial fiends, one billion in total!” Wudi spoke proudly.

“Flameyellow imperial fiends?” Tianming looked closely and found these divine soldiers indeed stronger and fiercer. Their aura was very similar to that of the devas, but they appeared bright and holy, obeyed orders, and stood solemn and dignified.

An army of a billion, combined with the other powers of the astralguard formation, should provide a very formidable defense.

“Watch again!” The Flameyellow Coffin, already several kilometers long, suddenly transformed to become a golden-red, peerless Coffin Man, Wudi. Another part of the Flameyellow Coffin turned into a crimson Peng bird made of the same material.

“Huh? Uncle Taixu’s beast-face crests jumped to ninety-nine?” Tianming was shocked.

“The imperial-class Wudi has arrived. I’m about to soar, little chick.” Wudi laughed heartily.

Sure enough, he had caught up to Qingyu. Tianming had originally thought Wudi and Qingyu were now peers, but then he froze upon counting again. “Ninety-nine beast-faces.... Then this is a 100-crest beast? Does he also have a 100-fold simulacrum?”

“That’s right. The Number One Imperator of Flameyellow throughout history is about to descend.” Wudi announced proudly.

“Damn.” Tianming was shaken at first. But thinking carefully, Qingyu was the Eightpart Holy Daughter with eight inheritances. In that case, her individual inheritance for beast and totems couldn’t compare to her father’s.

“He really is quite the genius....” Looking at the mighty Coffin Man, a smile tugged at Tianming’s lips, “The Number One Imperator of Flameyellow, the number-one genius of the Upper Star Ruin, do you dare to spar a bit?”