Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 1921

Tianming’s hand was looking more and more like a demonic claw. The honeycomb-like hexagonal scales, blood-red fingernails, and the Plundering Eye all combined gave it a very fierce impression.

He used the Godsin to test out the arm’s hardness. As a grade-nine divine artifact made mainly from formless glacier, the Godsin could be considered the sharpest weapon on the sun. The Godsin could currently still cut the black scales and draw blood; however, ordinary grade-six and -seven divine artifacts couldn’t do anything to this arm. He could catch weapons with his bare hands, now.

“This is just the start. As I continue tempering it, this arm will one day be comparable to grade-eight and -nine divine artifacts. Together with my sword body and its divine hazards, my Fiendsky Arm can be considered a pinnacle weapon.” Although the process was painful, Tianming was giving it his all for that Skypierce Finger that could stab through stars. “I can progress in the Fiendsky Arm step by step, but the ninth sword strike is more troublesome.” That was what he was depressed about. He had no direction to speak of, and the more anxious he was, the less successful he was.

Skywolf was almost there. Although he wouldn’t be the one fighting them, he couldn’t remain calm in the face of a nova source war that impacted hundreds of billions of living things. “Now isn’t the time to put everything aside and train my sword arts.” Training his sword and danger had become a conflict.

Tianming looked up, his heart heavy.

Fortunately, the Saintdragon Emperor sent him some good news at that moment. They had successfully accepted the gods from the Voidword Shrine and Dreamless Celestial Nation, two of the top three powers on the sect rankings.

After the battle at the Myriaddragon Mountains, the Empyrean Sword Sect and the rest retreated without a fight. Only the Voidword Shrine and Dreamless Celestial Nation were left. They were like headless dragons and ended up collapsing without being attacked, which led to two billions gods becoming homeless.

The Voidword Shrine and Dreamless Celestial Nation’s situations weren’t exactly the same, but they shared one common point: in each of those two massive factions, the core clan was only a small minority. For example, most of those within the territory of the Dreamless Celestial Nation were myriad sect natives, except that they were ruled by the dreamless celestials. The Voidword Shrine’s middle and lower tier were also sun natives.

Now that the dreamless celestial emperor had perished, the top level of the Voidword Shrine had been eliminated by the sun emperor, and their sect protective formations had broken, they were in the same predicament as their myriad sect fellows—they’d lost their homes.

The Saintdragon Emperor and the rest had worked hard during this time to communicate with the splinters from the two factions that were wandering around. They found out that they wanted to enter the Sky Palace Formation and follow Tianming as well.

Thus, their efforts had borne fruit!

Apart from the Blueblood Starocean and wargodeans, which had fallen for good, the rest of the top ten factions of the myriad sect ranking had joined the Sky Palace led by Tianming. A large majority of the dreamless celestials had also chosen to follow him upon Weisheng Moran’s advice. Hence, the Sky Palace Formation had also accepted a batch of dreamless celestial experts.

The number of gods in the formation had now surpassed twenty-two billion!

It was now the truly united myriad sects.

Tianming wasn’t worried that the newcomers would suddenly turn traitor at a critical moment. That was because Yin Chen had always been watching, from the moment they gave up their homes, to when they wandered around lost, and all the way up until they panicked and their desire grew for the safety provided by the Sky Palace Formation and Tianming.

After the two factions lost their pillars, the piles of loose sand left behind had returned to their roots as sun natives and were easily accepted by Tianming.

“This is the most united we’ve ever been in history.”

Within the formation, everyone had found their groups and the atmosphere was good.

“I suggest that after our myriad sects finally seize back our territory, we don’t split up again. We should make Tianming our emperor and establish a super dynasty that covers half the sun. The Myriaddragon Mountains, Somnium, and so on will be the ten megapolises. The empire will administer and unify us all, while we all work together. That’s the only way we can protect our later generations and topple the celestial orderians!”

The words weren’t Tianming’s; they had been spreading within the Sky Palace lately. While some weren’t used to it, no one opposed it. Even many sect leaders of small sects voiced their support. Practically everyone in the formation was connected to Tianming through an omnisentient thread. The reversal at the Myriaddragon Mountains and the opening of the Sky Palace Formation had let him gain everyone’s approval. It was even enough approval for them to abandon their old sects and follow him in establishing a new empire!

Honestly, that had been Tianming’s end goal the entire time. Only a united world would let go of internal strife as everyone worked together. Only such a myriad sects could hold their heads up proudly on the sun.

However, there were still two major obstacles: the celestial orderians and Skywolf! There would never be a Tianming Dynasty on the sun if those two mountains weren’t moved away.

The Sky Palace Formation may be big, but turtling up wasn’t a viable plan for countless generations! That wasn’t why Tianming couldn’t rest now that Skywolf’s advent was imminent.

Tianming returned inside the formation and appeared in front of the twenty billion gods. There were people everywhere inside the formation. Their gazes were passionate; all of their emotions and passion were entrusted to him.

He could only get them to maintain a constant state of battle-readiness to fight for the sun and myriad sects. He had also established an army of thirty million, made of the elite of the elite of the myriad sects. Each of them was at least an eighth-level constellier, such as the Azuresoul Palace’s hundred thousand swordpupils. All of them were the backbone of the twenty billion present. Many were sect leaders.

He activated the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb and brought the thirty million elites into the astralship. It was much more spacious now that he had removed the saplings. They could freely move around, and would also be able to exit very quickly once the tomb’s nine gates opened up.

Then Tianming broke them down even further, creating nine separate armies that were named after the nine dragon palaces. They were the Blazedragon, Silverdragon, Blooddragon, Blackdragon Army, and so on. The strongest was the Imperialdragon Army, which had three hundred million people. They were mostly the powerhouses of the Ninedragon Army. The nine armies combined were Tianming’s new Imperial Tomb Army that would follow him to battle.