Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4047 - Mushan Xue's Deal

Amidst the dazzling light, Tianming and Moran returned to the Myriadpath Celestial Formation and then headed back to the entrance near Bluemaple. There was no other way. The entrance in the Upper Star Ruin had already been completely sealed off by the Eightpart Pantheons.

Emerging from Bluemaple's stareye once again caused another tremor across the star. Wherever he passed, the void shattered.

"Now, for me, breaking open an infinitum-class world with one sword strike is no big deal...."

Before long, Tianming arrived at the Darkfiend Den. The void here was shattered, and the Darkfiend Den was broken before repair, but the entrance to the Ancient Flameyellow Ruins remained intact.

Tianming pulled Moran along, and the two entered the black mirror-like surface side by side. Once they crossed that border, Yin Chen finally began to awaken inside the lower ruins and entered working mode.

Tianming, on the other hand, quickly headed toward the direction of the Ancestral Void Ark.

On the way, Yin Chen picked up information from Zi Zhen's side about Lingfeng's appearance.

"Give me the details!" Tianming first made sure Qingyu was safe, which allowed him to relax a little, and then he calmly listened to Yin Chen recount the full incident.

"He’ll win? And there's still more xenofiends backing him?"

This was exactly what gave Tianming a headache. Right now, Di Yi had essentially parasitized Lingfeng’s body, and he could freely travel through the Xenoworld. Tianming had no way to make a move on him.

Fortunately, with the Soulfiend now supporting Lingfeng, the situation seemed a little better.

"Under the pressure, Qingyu raised her talents to 99-fold?"

This truly shocked Tianming.

It was said that neither the Sundown nor Starfall Pantheon currently possessed such levels of talent, which showed just how astonishing the Eightpart Holy Daughter's emergence was.

"She must've gone through a lot of hardship... at least the outcome was good." As he thought of this, he arrived at the Ancestral Void Ark and quickly entered.

“Big Brother.” A girl glowing with silver moonlight appeared before Tianming.

“Fifth-level cosmic god already?” Tianming asked in surprise. He hadn’t expected that she had made such significant progress during the time he spent teleporting.

“My speed increased compared to before,” Qingyu said with her head lowered.

“That’s a good thing!” Tianming patted her on the shoulder and sighed. “Now that I’m a cosmic god, I expect my progress to slow down a lot. But if you’re speeding up, that means you’ll soon catch up to me and help share my burdens.”

Qingyu rolled her eyes at him. “You always say that. Theeen, you have another stroke of good fortune and soar again. All I want is to catch up and lend a hand when I can.”

That was the truth.

“As for Little Feng....” Tianming had just started to say something when Qingyu shook her head.

“Let’s wait for the right opportunity.”

Finding the right opportunity was up to Yin Chen. Tianming really had no leads either, as the Xenoworld wasn’t his turf.

“What about you two?” he asked Bai Ling and Bai Ye.

“Their souls are entangled together; it’s tricky,” Bai Ye said.

“Not tricky. Just kill them all. Problem solved,” Bai Ling said.

“You nincompoop. That’s Little Li’s bro!” Bai Ye snapped.

They started fighting in Tianming’s head again.

“These two are hopeless. Still, Yin Chen is reliable,” Tianming muttered. He ordered Yin Chen to check out the changes in the lower ruins. Soon, Yin Chen brought back new information.

“So, a lot of people came in?” Tianming asked coldly.

“Many more!” Even Yin Chen sounded annoyed.

They had just killed fifty thousand, yet even more arrived.

“This proves I was right to have the Primordial Sands brothers evacuate urgently.” Tianming’s gaze turned cold. “Tell me, how many imperial-lineage elites and genius cultivators from other starforges have arrived?”

“Over a... hundred imperial-lineage.

“Over three... hundred thousand... starforges elites!” Yin Chen reported mechanically.

“Damn!”

Who knew how many thousand-meter-tall cosmic gods were mixed into the imperial-lineage geniuses?

As for the latter, over 300,000 geniuses from other starforges? The Ten Desolate Starforges had arrived at full capacity before with only 50,000!

“So you’re saying... the entire lower ruins are now occupied by the Eightpart Pantheons?” Tianming asked through gritted teeth.

“That’s right.... Give up... on entering... Miracle Mountain.” Yin Chen replied sarcastically.

It was nearly impossible to move now!

“But I still have to go in. Half of my sword is still in there,” Tianming said coldly. Even so, he was definitely feeling the pressure.

“It seems that killing those fifty thousand cosmic gods really enraged the undefeated Eightpart Pantheons. With all these geniuses pouring in, I’d say the entire Upper Star Ruin is now watching the lower ruins.”

That was great news for increasing his omnisentient threads.

“The problem is whether I can handle this group.”

Their strength had increased more than tenfold, while Tianming’s allies had returned to the Primordial Sands. There was a clear disparity in strength. The path ahead was long and difficult.

Tianming couldn’t bring himself to be optimistic. He felt like a monstrous obstacle had suddenly appeared before him, one he couldn’t bite through.

Just as Tianming was at a deadlock, Yin Chen suddenly said, “Mushan Xue... asks you... to go... meet her.”

“Mushan Xue?” Tianming relaxed slightly. “She’s finally shown up.”

He piloted the Ancestral Void Ark according to Yin Chen’s directions. After reaching a certain location, he exited the ark. In the swampy land ahead, a massive dark gate appeared.

Tianming stepped inside without hesitation. He seemed to enter another part of the Ancestral World, and before him stood Mushan Xue, over a thousand meters tall. She looked noble, elegant, and imposing, hard to approach.

But now that Tianming had grown so much, he could barely look her in the eye as an equal.

“Last time, you were a great help,” Mushan Xue began bluntly.

“So? Are you going to give me some kind of reward?” Tianming smiled.

“I already have,” Mushan Xue replied.

“Where?”

“Over a million little ancestralbeasts, and the Grand Fortuna Starcrusher... all given to you,” Mushan Xue said quietly.

“Fair enough.” Tianming could only nod. He wasn’t the kind to be greedy. Clearly, if they hadn’t approved of him, he wouldn’t have been able to take those million beastballs.

“So their real name is little ancestralbeast?” He made a mental note.

Then he asked, “Miss Mushan Xue, what have you come to me for this time?”

“Another deal,” she said.

“What kind?” Tianming asked seriously.

“You should know that several times more people from the Eightpart Pantheons have entered here. Some of them are on par with me,” Mushan Xue said coldly.

“I just found out,” Tianming nodded, then paused. “You’re not asking me to kill them all, are you? I don’t have that kind of power. There are way too many.”

“No.” Mushan Xue shook her head. “There aren’t enough of them.”

“Not enough?” Tianming was stunned.

“Too few big fish. Not enough small ones either. It won’t change anything,” Mushan Xue said.

“So you mean....”

“Keep inciting hatred. Make the Eightpart Pantheons even angrier, however you can. The more people that come in, the more rewards you’ll get.” Mushan Xue stared intently at him. “As for why I want you to do this, don’t ask.”

“No problem!”

Tianming was an expert at being annoying.

“What’s in it for me?” That was what Tianming truly cared about. This was perfect, as it would boost his omnisentient threads too.

“Little ancestralbeasts, and even better godshaker class cosmic arts.” Mushan Xue was direct.

“Deal!” Tianming needed better combat techniques. Then he asked, “Can I get an advance on my pay?”