Beastmaster of the Ages

Explosions ripped across the battlefield, each one signifying the fall of a cosmic god from the Eightpart Pantheons. With these cosmic gods powerless and left for slaughter, the war ultimately devolved into a brutal bloodbath. The deaths of the ashuras caused their warbeasts to run rampant. Fearing the danger they now posed to fortuna-class worlds, Tianming commanded his army to eliminate as many of them as possible.

As the battle drew to a close, a group of cosmic gods led by Yin Chen launched a final sweep, finishing off stragglers and escaped beasts at the fringes of the battlefield. The merciless obliteration of hundreds of millions of cosmic gods resulted in a sudden, immense outpouring of power equivalent to a fortuna-class nova source. The death toll was staggering.

Although the battle ended quickly, the final mop-up operations were lengthy. In the end, Tianming’s men were the only ones left in the vast expanse. With the enemy vanquished, Flameyellow, the Tian Jiu Cult, kunlan primalwingers, and devas assembled before Tianming. Mushan Feng and Granny Yin presented the cosmic-god essences of An Shen, Goat Saint, and Wild Saint to him.

”Your Majesty, end them and announce your triumph.” Mushan Feng smiled, eyes blazing as he looked at Tianming.

”Yes!”

Grand-Orient Sword in hand, he shot towards the three cosmic-god essences. An unshakable faith rose within a billion pairs of eyes burning with devotion. Empowered by the faith of these high-level cosmic gods, Tianming surpassed the limits of Galactic God. Though his physique was unchanged, his power grew exponentially.

”Li Tianming!” An Shen struggled and screamed. ”I can be useful! Lord Yue was against you before, but now he’s surrendered. So can I!”

Tianming chuckled. ”He’s my wife’s descendant. Who are you?”

”I can be your descendant, your grandson!” An Shen replied immediately.

”Hell no! Having a grandson like you would mean my descendants are ruined!” Tianming was furious. Wasn’t that in effect cursing him?

As he drew upon his omnisentient power, Tianming erupted in a brilliant radiance that surpassed all other cosmic gods on the battlefield, and the Grand-Orient Sword unleashed a ten-thousand-foot-long sword ki beam. He shattered An Shen in a swift, powerful motion with his sword. Tianming’s brutal display heightened his believers’ fervor, as they now recognized his capacity to resist the Eightpart Pantheons.

”Laughable ant! You’re nothing compared to the true Eightpart Pantheons!” Knowing death was inevitable, Wild Saint remained unyielding, spewing a stream of profanity.

”I have a hundred billion flameyellow cosmic gods.” Tianming laughed.

”What’s a hundred billion? You have no idea how powerful the Eightpart Pantheons are! Haha!” Goat Saint snarled.

”I still have Tian Jiu.” Tianming let out another laugh.

Goat Saint paused. His tirade was cut short as Tianming’s sword split in two, simultaneously piercing the cosmic-god essences of both Goat Saint and Wild Saint. A searing, explosive force tore through them and obliterated the two marshals.

In the brilliant afterglow of their deaths, Tianming held the Grand-Orient Sword high before his army and declared, ”Let it be known throughout the Primordial Sands: A billion Eightpart Pantheons’ cosmic gods are no more! The victory is ours and we stand as the undisputed masters of this land!”

His powerful voice proclaimed a decisive victory, and though it was just a ceremony, it united their collective faith and enthusiasm. With a single declaration, Tianming bound the Primordial Sands’ clans and factions into a unified nation centered around him, poised to fight the Eightpart Pantheons.

His goal was to create the Upper Star Ruin’s Tianming Dynasty. Although it wasn’t enough to conquer the Upper Star Ruin, he had created its fledgling beginnings and laid the foundations for the Tianming Dynasty, which was an ideal starting point.

One Upper Star Ruin, and numerous Lower Star Ruins... His ambition encompassed the entire universe within the Realm of Order for now.

A wave of thunderous cheers rolled across the starry battlefield, and finally subsided when Tianming raised his Grand-Orient Sword. Their awe-filled gazes were riveted to him.

Tianming first turned to Lord Yue, Feng Linxue, and the others.

”Grand Feng, Grand Yue, and Grand Meng have turned over a new leaf and fought exceptionally today. You may return to your stars and redeem yourselves with meritorious deeds. But from now on, the alliance will be led by the main lineage from Grand Jiang!” Tianming said.

Lord Yue breathed a sigh of relief. This was good news for him. He fell to his knees and kowtowed to Tianming. ”Emperor, the primalwingers of Grand Feng thank you for your grace. We swear our loyalty to you and the primalwingers. If we ever go against you, death will be our punishment.”

At that moment, Lord Yue, the cosmic god armies of the three stars, and two hundred million primalwinger cosmic gods were completely convinced by Tianming.

Tianming turned to the pope and asked, ”Tian Jue, would you like to return to Grand Xia or the imperial star?

”We want to go home!” the pope said on behalf of the Tian Jiu Cult.

”Alright. From now on, you’ll be Grand Xia imperials!”

Grand Xia was a maniverse-class world that required recovery. Tianming had originally planned to swallow Grand Xia and recycle it, but with its fusion formation restored, he changed his mind and decided to leave a legacy for Flameyellow’s old brothers.

”Emperor, where can we go?” Granny Yin asked with her hands behind her back, her voice solemn. Even with all her past experience, she still felt a tremor of nerves. She was afraid Tianming would turn against them and annihilate them all.

”If there’s a fortuna-class...”

Tianming interrupted Granny Yin just as she was about to speak. There are only three territories in the Primordial Sands, the primalwingers’ six stars, Grand Xia, and the imperial star. You can’t go to the first two, so of course you’ll go to the imperial star.”

They couldn’t believe their ears! They could actually enter the imperial star? That was Tianming’s base camp!

”Emperor, are you serious?” Granny Yin’s eyes were red with excitement.

”Of course, I must treat you well so the other devas will see how good it is to join me!” Tianming said bluntly. ”But don’t even think about enjoying yourself on the imperial star. It’s still under construction and there’s hard labor waiting for you.”

Honest words were often more persuasive than sanctimonious ones.

”Kneel!”

The devas were moved to tears.