Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4094 – Eighth's Springtime

This was quite the serious situation for the devas. Their ghouls made up nearly thirty percent of their combat strength, and their loss would push the devas out of the ranks of the three divine races.

Even Imperator Yin himself could not communicate with his ghoul emperor. He could easily draw the link to Tianming.

“First, stabilize the situation,” Imperator Yin instructed that shadowy figure, then turned his blazing gaze toward Tianming!

The gray coffin above Tianming’s head vanished. Imperator Yin had absolutely no idea what that thing was. A cosmic relic? Or some kind of living being? A gate?

“What exactly was that?” Pressure pressed down on Tianming.

Tianming didn’t answer. Instead, he said cheerfully, “What? Have you realized your ghouls aren’t picking up your calls anymore?”

“You!” Imperator Yin’s eyes glowed as he stared at him. He remained silent for a long time, clearly shaken to his core.

“So your true body really hasn’t descended? A mere projection doesn’t scare me,” Tianming put away his smile and spoke seriously.

“What was that, exactly?” Imperator Yin repeated.

“Keep guessing.” Tianming raised his head, his gaze burning as he looked at him. “Why did you come alone? For something this big, where are the other Eightpart Pantheons? You don’t seem all that united, do you?”

“What are you trying to say?” Imperator Yin’s colossal figure lowered until it was right before Tianming, its head many times larger than Tianming himself.

“Here’s a fact: you can’t kill me today. Next, I’ll take the imperial star and leave. Even if your Eightpart Pantheons turn the entire Upper Star Ruin upside down, you won’t find me.... You won’t be able to stop me from growing stronger.” Tianming met the gaze of the giant figure.

“So?” Imperator Yin said coldly.

“Let’s have a ceasefire negotiation first,” Tianming said.

“How do we negotiate?” Imperator Yin asked.

“Right now, across the fortuna-class worlds, there are quite a few flameyellow descendants scattered about. If you decide on total slaughter, you will indeed harm them,” Tianming said.

“That’s true. Once the maniverse-class worlds step in, your people won’t be able to hold out. Even if they scatter and hide, one day, they will all be exterminated,” Imperator Yin said, following his train of thought.

“That’s right. But once it reaches that point, I’ll throw a tanthrum and bring my imperial star along while I wipe out your maniverse-class worlds. You won’t be able to catch me or stop me. Even alone, I can make sure none of you ever know a good night’s sleep. Don’t believe me? You can try,” Tianming said.

“Heh.” Imperator Yin tilted his head. “So the negotiation you want is to keep the status quo. You won’t move against our maniverse-class worlds, and we don’t wipe out your fortuna-class compatriots?”

“A fight to the death benefits no one,” Tianming said, looking at him. “You seem like someone who has authority, so stop dithering.”

Imperator Yin laughed.

“You overestimate me. I can’t make that decision.” Imperator Yin took a deep breath, looked at Tianming again, and said, “You really won’t tell me what that was just now?”

Tianming gave a deep smile, then spoke softly, “Something that can make your devas willingly bow to me! As for what power it truly holds, you’ll witness it sooner or later.”

“Bow to you?” Imperator Yin repeated, then fell silent for a long time, his gaze toward Tianming flickering several times.

At last, he said deeply, “Very well. I’ll wait and see.”

“With my current strength, destroying maniverse-class worlds one after another is easy. So whether it’s war or peace, it’s up to you!” Tianming finished, then returned to the Sun.

He didn’t need an answer. As soon as the Eightpart Pantheons took action, he would retaliate immediately and speak with actions! The people were Tianming’s foundation and his weakness, while the Eightpart Pantheons still didn’t understand the emperor legacy.

By the time they caught on, Tianming’s foundation would only be more robust.

“Flameyellow Divine Path, open!” The Sun entered the rift and completely vanished from Imperator Yin’s sight.

Imperator Yin stared for a long, long time in the direction Tianming had departed.

Those ashuras far in the distance also fell silent. They did not know exactly what Imperator Yin and Tianming had discussed, but the fact that this Heavenly Dao avatar of Imperator Yin had failed to capture the rebel was undeniable.

“Something that could make my devas betray the Eightpart Pantheons?” Imperator Yin looked at the shocking crack on the hell-ring on his chest, starlight flickering in his eyes.

“A change after a hundred million years, the Heavenly Dao is out of control, and is missing a piece of itself.... And now the imperial star has reappeared. Could it be that a new era is arriving?” Imperator Yin gritted his teeth and shook off that thought.

“No. This is the strongest Eightpart Pantheons in history.” Regardless, his eyes were filled with the deepest worry.

***

On the Sun, within the vast Sky Palace Formation, Tianming was surrounded by Ying Huo, Meow Meow, Lan Huang, Xian Xian, and the other lifebound beasts. Further away were Wudi, Qingyu, Zi Zhen, and Moran.

“Hurry, hurry, bring Little Eight out so we can have a look,” Lan Huang shouted.

They were all going crazy with impatience.

“Poke it, check if it’s male or female!” Meow Meow’s eyes lit up, its excitement surging to the extreme.