Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4037 - Final Execution

Once more, the will of the ruler returned to Tianming. To become a cosmic god, the growth of my imperial order is key. Leading the ten thousand young geniuses is far too important! He had to win even if he was faced with the threat of the geniuses from imperial lineages.

"Everyone from the Primordial Sands, to me!" Tianming's roar reverberated across Miracle Mountain. He appeared before all of them like a true ruler that had come to guide their way. Before, many from the Primordial Sands had refused to acknowledge him, but after he killed the enemy's elites and brought them new hope, they’d completely changed their tune.

"Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" The name rang out across Miracle Mountain, as well as the Ten Desolate Starforges. Countless flameyellow descendants muttered it in hushed voices in distant corners. Countless omnisentient threads formed around him but didn't properly connect as they hadn't been able to cross into the Ancestral World. Even so, Tianming had a feeling that once he returned to the Ten Desolate Starforges, things would be completely different.

The Heavenly Dao Arena's broadcast had created this opportunity for him. He hadn't been able to act like a ruler for quite some time and looked forward to it, thinking back to the glory of the Primordial God-Emperor.

I carry the mission of protecting the home of the Primordial Sands as well as the restoration of the flameyellow descendants! It’s my destiny to walk this extraordinary path.... Fires of passion burned within him as he raised the Grand-Orient Sword and turned toward the cosmic gods of the Primordial Sands.

"Lin Feng!" The cheers continued ringing out nonstop, causing the geniuses of the Eightpart Pantheons to shake in fear.

"Everyone, give me your trust. I’ll lead you against the Eightpart Pantheons and slaughter them all! We’ll take Miracle Mountain! You’ll all return to your homes, basking in the glory of battle!" Tianming proclaimed. It would be the kind of glory that rang true even after countless generations! The thought of killing all the talented youths of the Eightpart Pantheons was enough to make their blood boil.

"Can we really do it?" Those from the Primordial Sands had always been in a weaker position than those of the Eightpart Pantheons.

As they were mired in hesitation, Moran let loose a monochrome pillar of light toward the hundreds of fighters from the Eightpart Pantheons.

"The so-called Eightpart Pantheons are nothing but useless trash after the veneer of pride and their tricks are scraped off. Of course you can do it!" Tianming's confident laughter sparked a new flame of rebellion in their hearts just as Moran's blast struck. "Think about it. Doesn't it feel amazing to know that every life of theirs that we take is being witnessed by their people thanks to their Heavenly Dao Arena? Where else could you find such an unforgettable experience? That's why...."

With the brightest voice he could muster, he yelled, "Kill!"

Like a sword, he pierced into the ranks of the Eightpart Pantheons. They had already wanted to flee after witnessing the death of their top-ranked geniuses. Moran, however, had already strategically suppressed their escape routes. Tianming was closing in; despair was nigh. They shrieked so hard that their former pride was nowhere to be seen, replaced by sheer terror. All it took was for their superficial layer of skin to be peeled off.

The troops of the Primordial Sands, on the other hand, were like vengeful wolves, unable to forget the scenes of their comrades falling. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" They had completely lost themselves in the hunt, striking back with reciprocal fury.

Cries of agony followed in Tianming's wake. They were doing this for glory, vengeance, and themselves!

Thanks to cosmic god essences, the enemies could only truly be killed after the battle died down. It didn't matter, for they were following the shining star of guidance ahead of them that fought nonstop to the point that many of their enemies knelt and begged for mercy. The weak mental fortitude of the Eightpart Pantheons had finally been revealed; it was what total morale domination looked like.

The cosmic gods of the Primordial Sands no longer had any fear. Like members of the imperial army, they followed their vanguard, Emperor Tianming, wherever he went. Moran's bombardment of the enemy also never stopped. Eventually, Zi Zhen, Jiang Feifei, and the rest also joined the fight, marking the defeat of all the remaining seventh-level cosmic gods of the Eightpart Pantheons!

The twenty thousand that remained were trapped within the caverns, turned into essence form one after another. The Eightpart Pantheons would never be able to live out their humiliating defeat even many generations later. The Heavenly Dao Arena had perfectly captured the scenes of their panicking youths completely being dominated. There was no sense of organization or fighting for a higher cause at all, just panic, fear, and cowardice, plain and simple.

Many across the Ten Desolate Starforges coughed out blood and no longer dared to raise their heads up high, and even then, the sounds coming from the sky above couldn’t be drowned out. Each shriek of fear or a beg for mercy was a knife to their hearts.

The destructive battle was seen across the entire Upper Star Ruin, angering everyone in the Eightpart Pantheons while letting the flameyellow descendants know the name of their hopebringer: Lin Feng.

Every single one of the despairing faces of the youths were clearly visible to those from the EIghtpart Pantheons. The spectators weren't angry at them for losing, but rather for being so terrified that they were running with their tails between their legs even though they were still capable of fighting! Instead, they simply let themselves be killed, so focused on running that they even forgot to defend themselves.

It was far too big a blow to the faith in the Eightpart Pantheons, the people who had thought they were the most exalted beings in the universe only to be humiliated like that. They had forgotten how powerful they truly were beyond all the layers of pride and glory. When all of it was peeled away, who would still be able to stand on top?

Endless rows of cosmic god essences were before Tianming; not a single youth from the Eightpart Pantheons remained standing on the battlefield. The Primordial Sands, on the other hand, had around seven thousand essences and less than three thousand survivors. It didn't matter, however, for those essences were still alive. With time, they would recover—even faster with ninelives fruits!

The same also applied to those of the Eightpart Pantheons, but who would be there to give them fruits? Nobody was there to stop Tianming and the survivors from finishing them off by destroying the cosmic god essences, either. Such was the unique nature of wars between cosmic gods. The losers of the battle were executed all at once at the end, while the winners wouldn't suffer even a single actual casualty!

"Finish them!" Tianming ordered. The surviving cosmic gods cheered and used their newfound cosmic relics to destroy the cosmic god essences. The cries of the Eightpart Pantheons’ youths echoed all throughout the Ten Desolate Starforges. Everyone there could only listen in silence.

Tianming had personally extinguished the most essences, needing only one sword strike for each! He’d gone through so many of them that his arms had turned numb. By the time he was finally done, he was about to collapse from fatigue, though he knew that his imperial will was growing at an explosive rate. In fact, he had been making the final preparations. Standing above the pile of corpses, he looked into the distant horizon of the Ancestral World and suddenly got an insight.

War isn't just a competition of pure might, but of heart and spirit as well.... So what if they were cosmic gods? They were still human! The path of the ruler is one paved with the endless hearts of one's subjects. Only the one who can properly grasp their hearts can become the true Galactic Emperor!