Beastmaster of the Ages

They came with the Eightpart Pantheons. Everyone else perished, yet they were able to stay on the imperial star. How lucky they were! Their decision to join the battle was an irreversible pledge of allegiance, leaving the Eightpart Pantheons behind forever.

”Brother Feng!”

After arranging these people, Tianming finally met with Mushan Feng.

Victorious once again, the 500-million-strong flameyellow divinity army fixed their fervent gaze upon Tianming, gaining a deeper understanding of him.

”I’ll take you to the imperial star first!” Tianming said to them.

”The emperor is invincible!” Countless flameyellow divinities cheered.

”After that...” Tianming looked at Mushan Feng.

Mushan Feng smiled and said, ”I’ll return to the Ancestral Void Realm and free my people! All ten billion of us are counting on you.”

”Brother Feng, I’ll go with you,” Tianming said.

”You will?”

”To show my sincerity.” Tianming chuckled. ”Didn’t you say that some of your elders have doubts about my bloodline and motives? Relocating everyone is a big deal so I want to prove my sincerity.”

After a moment of silence, Mushan Feng smiled bitterly. ”Yes, your coalition of devas, Grand Xia, and even the Tian Jiu Cult is proving very unpopular with the elders. Their dream is to revive Flameyellow and claim a new world in its name.”

Tianming understood this. While the flameyellow voidkin longed to return to the Upper Star Ruin, Tianming was focused on establishing the Tianming Dynasty. The two were not the same; the first goal centered around Flameyellow, while the other on Tianming.

”Their thinking makes sense. After all, Flameyellow will be the most powerful faction in the Primordial Sands while the others pale in comparison.” Tianming paused. ”But it’s okay. This is just the beginning. I’ll show them what I’m capable of.”

”Okay!” Mushan Feng nodded. ”If you’re going, take your godfather with you. I heard from Xue’er that he’s received our ancestors’ legacy. That will appeal to the elders.”

”No problem,” Tianming chuckled. ”It’s just that the man’s a homebody. I’m worried he’ll make a fool of himself.”

”Haha!” Mushan Feng laughed.

The armies could now return triumphantly! The primalwingers returned to the six stars, the Tian Jiu Cult to Grand Xia, and Tianming boarded the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb with the 700-million-strong army of devas and flameyellow voidkin, bound for Flameyellow Imperial Star.

Inside the tomb, Moran’s towering figure was in the midst of transformation. Tianming didn’t intend to interrupt her, but she suddenly said, ”Let me accompany you to the Ancestral Void Realm.”

”Are you worried about me?” Tianming asked with a smile.

”Once you get there, you and your godfather will lose your enhanced combat capabilities, and you’ll fall back to a second-level cosmic god. I’m worried you won’t be able to adjust, and it’ll leave you at a disadvantage in any negotiations,” said Moran.

”You’re considerate as always.” Tianming paused. ”But Tian Jiu’s one of the main reasons Flameyellow fell. Even though I’ve said many times that you’re not Tian Jiu, they’ll turn hostile at the sight of your immense power.”

”Is hostility a bigger issue than the risks of being weak and defenseless?” Moran asked.

”No, of course not!” Tianming smiled. ”I’m so jealous! You’ve all shot up to tens of thousands of meters tall in the blink of an eye, without much effort!”

”That proves you’ve raised us well,” Moran said playfully.

”You’re right, it’s all thanks to me.” Tianming said, his gaze narrowing. ”But you’ve reminded me as well. Once the war is over, I must focus on myself and raise my cultivation level.”

”So shall I go with you?” Moran asked softly.

”Yes!” Tianming nodded. ”It’s my honor to take a tall wife like you with me. I’ll even sit on top of your noggin and let you parade me around.”

”Did you say knocker?” Ying Huo asked in shock. ”Is the gap between you two really that big?”

”Scram.”

...

The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb sped away, but out on the fringes of the battlefield, a woman in black could be seen within an illusory vortex. Staring in Tianming’s direction, she murmured, ”You’re all grown up. It’s time to go home. Your family misses you...”

...

After settling the flameyellow voidkin and devas on the imperial star, Tianming was about to set off for the Ancestral Void Realm with Wudi and Mushan Xue.

It had been too long since he last left home and Wudi paced and primped in front of the mirror, fidgeting with nervous energy.

”How do I look? I haven’t upstaged you, have I? It’s hard, you know. I had to tone it down so you wouldn’t just look like a supporting cast standing next to me. Otherwise, the elders wouldn’t even notice you.”

”Stop it, you’re ridiculous,” Tianming said, rolling his eyes.

”A little insecure, are we?” A pitying expression crossed Wudi’s face as he sighed. ”Tianming, my son, stand tall and be confident.”

Mushan Feng stared at Wudi for a long moment before chuckling. ”Uncle Wudi embodies the characteristics of several imperatores recorded in our history.”

”Which are...” Tianming said.

”Honest, wanton, and uninhibited,” Mushan Feng replied.

”You should remove the words ’honest’ and ’uninhibited.’ That’s more appropriate,” Tianming said.

”You’re just jealous!” Wudi looked up at Mushan Feng with a smile. ”My nephew is still the best!”

Tianming was speechless.

Mu Shanfeng let out a brief laugh before turning serious. ”Let’s get down to business now. There are five imperial-star elders who hold the highest authority in our race. Although they were initially against you, your control over Grand Xia’s formations have swayed three of them who voted in favor of moving out of the Ancestral Void Realm after we win this battle.”

”But there are still two imperial-star elders who are uncooperative?” Tianming asked.

”Yes! Be careful. They may attempt to cause problems and influence public opinion,” Mushan Feng replied.

”I see. Which two?” Tianming asked.

Mushan Feng and Mushan Xue exchanged a glance and smiled awkwardly. ”Our parents.”