Beastmaster of the Ages

Even amidst the chaos of billions of ghouls and countless cosmic gods, the destruction of the Ninefirm imperial son’s totems and his body caused quite the commotion! It resembled a supernova explosion. Many ghouls were swallowed up by the blast of flaming middlekin astrons. It was nothing short of a nightmare for the Starfall Pantheon.

”Ninefirm Imperial Son!”

Every single Starfall cosmic god attempted to charge towards the Ninefirm imperial son, but even the most powerful Uncle Tian couldn’t shake off his opponents, let alone the rest. The constant fatal ramming of the ghouls also didn’t leave them any opportunity to leave at all.

Just like that, the Ninefirm imperial son exploded with nothing to prevent it. His body reformed into a cosmic-god essence with a diameter of five thousand meters. He had survived, not that Tianming was planning to kill him properly. People like him were far more useful to him alive than dead.

”Oh, look, all your items came flying out.” Tianming picked up the spatial ring accurately. The ring itself was a thousand meters in diameter and of the void class, so it survived the explosion of the cosmic god. He looked within it and found a colorful disc-shaped object, which was the core of the Ninefirm Guard Formation, the Ninefirm Divine Wheel. It had far more limited privileges than the formation core that the imperator of the Starfall Pantheon possessed, but it was more than enough for Tianming’s needs. There was nothing Ninefirm Imperius could do any longer to defend against him.

”Let go!” The Ninefirm imperial son’s voice changed with the searing shame of someone of his stature failing to such a degree. He was beginning to panic.

”You should stay quiet.” Tianming wasn’t threatened by a damaged cosmic-god essence at all. He covered the essence with the words from his grand lexicown wonder, sealing it shut. ”Ninefirm Imperial Son, I managed to subdue you without even making a move. I left it all to my lifebound beasts. Do you yield?”

”I do not!”

”What a stubborn mouth you have. I’m not even a thousand years old, but I managed to completely defeat a 200-thousand-year-old primocosmic god like you,” Tianming gloated.

”Kill me if you dare!” the imperial son snapped.

”Sure thing!” Tianming pierced the Grand-Orient Sword into the essence and injected the power of totem ki, chaos swordmaidens and Bai Ling’s terra into it, causing the imperial son to shriek in pain as he inched closer and closer to death.

”Stop!” Uncle Tian roared, finally breaking free of the undying aeternals. ”Li Tianming, let’s negotiate! Do not kill our imperial son!”

”Oh?” Tianming stomped on the essence of the imperial son and pressed the sword deeper in. ”Who are you? Do your words matter?”

”I am Marshal Starguard of the Starfall Pantheon. The troops here are under my command!” Uncle Tian said.

”Very well. My demands are simple. Stop the fight. Then, I will start digging away at your mausoleum.”

”Dream on!” the imperial son roared.

”What do you mean? I could just kill you and take the Ninefirm Divine Wheel to make everyone in the Starfall Pantheon yield to me. Whether you’re still alive doesn’t really matter,” Tianming said as he prepared to push the sword in deeper.

”Stop!” Uncle Tian knew that Tianming already had the Ninefirm Divine Wheel. Starfall Pantheon no longer had any leverage in the negotiation. ”Li Tianming, I know you want Starfall Pantheon to pull our troops back. I will notify the imperator right away! You can talk to him directly!”

”What’s the rush? I have time to spare.” Tianming looked around and saw that the fighting had stopped. The undying aeternals returned to Tianming’s side. He had also sent the Xi Hwa Ghoul Army away. Peace had returned to the battlefield.

The cosmic gods all seemed incredibly angry at the sight of their imperial son beneath Tianming’s feet. Though they cursed him in their minds countless times, they weren’t able to say a single word.

”What are you looking at? Move aside,” Tianming said.

”Why do you insist on disrespecting our ancestors?” Uncle Tian said, fuming.

”You were the ones who disrespected me first. Since you descended from your ancestors, they have to pay the price.” Tianming approached Uncle Tian with his hostage and escort. The imperial son kept on shrieking and groaning.

”Li Tianming, talk to our imperator first! We can--” Uncle Tian kept insisting.

”Fuck off!” Tianming barged through the crowd with his hostage and reached the mausoleum. He began to undo the maniverse-class barrier-type formation with his other hand still gripping his sword and foot still on the essence.

The cosmic gods of Starfall Pantheon could only watch and seethe.

”It’s fine! He won’t be able to enter Ninefirm Mausoleum at all.”

”We just have to wait for the imperator to return. He must return.”

”How many days will it take?”

”The troops at Calabash Windfiend have already launched the attack on the Flameyellow Imperial Star. I don’t think they’ll make it...”

The war was the biggest topic among them. Tianming didn’t care and focused solely on breaking the formation, ignoring Uncle Tian’s pleas. Though the cosmic gods couldn’t determine what he was doing, Uncle Tian furrowed his brow increasingly with worry.

Soon, Tianming began to make his way into the barrier-type formation, causing the onlookers to gape and stare. They had no choice but to watch him inch closer and closer to the mausoleum. Eventually, he actually made it through with his hostage and the undying aeternals.