Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4032 – Imperial-Lineage Devas

In Cobaltium, inside the Skyfiend Hall, a group of kilometer-tall cosmic gods silently gazed at the light projection of the Heavenly Dao Arena.

Jiu Zhigui and Dugu Yao’s deaths had made their parents the current center of attention in the Skyfiend Hall.

Up to now, almost all the Ten Desolate Starforges rulers seated around this round table had already taken a turn to be hurt by Tianming.

To beings with lifespans nearing a hundred thousand years, five hundred years might seem short, but in truth, cultivating a child with a top-tier bloodline took a lot of effort.

Just conceiving one was hard enough.

The Skyfiendling, Yu Qing, You You, Shiming Shengshi, Dugu Yao, Taiyin Yuan, Taiyang Zhao, and now Jiu Zhigui and Dugu Meng.... It was a long list of geniuses exterminated by Tianming’s trio.

It wasn’t just the Skyfiend Hall that had fallen into silence, but the silence extended throughout the entire Ten Desolate Starforges.

All they could do now was stare, bloodshot eyes fixed on the sky, still clinging to the hope that their genius cosmic gods could use their numerical advantage to deal a fatal blow to the Primordial Sands.

As their frustration was boiling over, a piece of good news finally arrived at the Skyfiend Hall!

“Several imperial-class world geniuses have entered the lower ruins!”

As this news spread, the suffocating atmosphere began to ease.

“Which pantheons?” An immense black figure in a dark corner, shrouded in black-red mist asked. He was Dugu Dimo, an ashura who was much younger than the Cobalt Overfiend.

Dugu Yao and Dugu Meng were his children.

“I heard it’s the devas,” the Cobalt Overfiend replied.

“The devas’ imperial-lineage geniuses?” Upon hearing this, many cosmic gods in the Skyfiend Hall visibly perked up.

“The devas are the perfect fit to deal with those three masked people. They’re strong in single combat and have no obvious weaknesses. They’re fast, too!”

“Exactly! Lin Feng’s soul attacks are so strong that he dominated the ashuras. We can’t send them again.”

Previously, the ashuras were feared by many, but repeated humiliations at Miracle Mountain had made them the subject of mockery even among the Eightpart Pantheons.

“In critical moments like this, the devas are always the most reliable.”

“True! The top ranker on the Ten Desolate Cosmic Genii Ranking, Qin Wangchuan, was born with an imperial-lineage. The way he slaughtered those Primordial Sands trash didn’t disappoint at all.”

“He knows Miracle Mountain well, and those imperial-lineage devas who just entered are basically all his fellow disciples. With him leading the charge against the rebels, it couldn’t be more ideal.”

This news spread quickly through the Ten Desolate Starforges, and the faith of the Eightpart Pantheons surged anew, with wild cheers echoing through the Upper Star Ruin!

“Of the three great divine races, I think it’s finally clear who’s second and who’s third.”

“The ashura’s geniuses were so useless. It’s cringey that they call themselves the gods of the battlefield! Once the king is captured, their warbeasts become double-edged swords!”

A tidal wave of mockery swept across the Upper Star Ruin, reducing the once-proud ashuras to a laughingstock. Meanwhile, the devas had become the bearers of the Ten Desolate Starforges’s collective hope!

It was even said that in the imperial-class worlds, those of the very top were personally watching the lower ruins through the Heavenly Dao Arena...

Among the three tiers of Upper Star Ruin worlds, the fortuna-class had the most population, while imperial-class worlds had the scarcest populations.

However, even a single person from an imperial-class world could exterminate the entire population of a fortuna-class world. Such was the strict hierarchy within the Eightpart Pantheons.

Imperial-class worlds were the imperial capitals of the Upper Star Ruins. Maniverse-class worlds were like regional cities, while the countless fortuna-class worlds were nothing more than villages.

The Upper Star Ruin was a cosmic empire jointly ruled by the Eightpart Pantheons.

And now, those bearing an imperial lineage had arrived.

***

After killing Pu Lingyi, Tianming used the Thousandway Blitzrun to return to the battlefield!

“Yin Chen, how’s the situation?” Tianming asked.

“Temporarily stabilized,” Yin Chen replied.

Tianming let out a sigh of relief. That was thanks to the support of Jiang Feifei, Zi Zhen, and Moran, who had managed to reinforce the position just in time.

Before they arrived, only Ji Lin and later Lin Chaoge were holding the line. Facing the army of the Eightpart Pantheons, they could only turtle up inside the Ninelives Cave, holding out as long as they could while taking heavy casualties.

If Zi Zhen’s group hadn’t arrived, they would have already fallen.

Clearly, after hearing that Dugu Meng’s battlefield had collapsed, the enemy redirected their entire force to that location, resulting in intense pressure.

“But before... they arrived... at least... five thousand... were reduced... to become... cosmic god... essence essence.”

The value of cosmic god essence was most apparent in these kinds of wars. Since it was war, most cosmic gods didn’t waste time to finish the kill but instead moved on to the next opponent.

This meant that both sides would only start the final execution after one side took control of the battlefield.

As long as victory wasn’t determined, those reduced to cosmic god essence weren’t dead yet.

So although that battlefield suffered heavy losses, anyone not yet dead still had a chance to live.

Of course, this was true for both sides.

On Dugu Meng’s battlefield, most of the Eightpart Pantheons geniuses were currently also in a cosmic god essence state. But if their comrades abandoned them and fled, they could only die!

This kind of dynamic meant that the losing side would suffer massive losses, while the winning side would walk away mostly intact.

That was exactly why Tianming insisted they defend the Ninelives Cave at all costs.

If an area was seized by the enemy, any cosmic god essence left there was doomed to die!

“The Primordial Sands have thirty thousand people, and twenty thousand are stationed at that battlefield. To have five thousand reduced to cosmic god essence already... that’s brutal,” Tianming muttered. It was a bloodbath.

“Little Fish’s... mirror reversed... the tide,” Yin Chen admiringly said.

“I gotta admit, Little Li has good taste. His concubines are becoming more and more useful. That’s what I call top-tier investment,” Ying Huo chuckled.

“Please stop hyping him up. He’s just another scumbag,” Xian Xian disdainfully said.

“Taking your concubines on a wife-hunting journey, now that’s the real alpha!” Lan Huang laughed.

“Dammit, now even Turtle Bro’s brain is tainted!” Xian Xian groaned.

“Stop joking. His Little... Fish is... in danger,” Yin Chen interjected.

“She’s in danger?” Tianming’s eyes turned cold.

“Of course! She’s blasting... the mirror... all over... the place. Every person... wants to... kill her... and then... steal it,” Yin Chen said.