Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 1927

Chapter 1927

"Dig it out?" Tianming shook his head. "The roots are already inside your organs. That won't remove them." Despite saying that, he took out Godsin. It was the sharpest weapon in his possession and as thin as a cicada's wings. The most troubling part right now was that the old gods' blood was far too mysterious. There were no records of what it was, so they didn't know what was happening to Qingyu, nor did they know what the consequences of their tampering would be. The only thing he could feel good about was that Sovereign Starfeather had called it a blessing. It had its side effects, but it was no doubt a blessing. Even so, that bulge looked like a huge, unsightly boil.

"Let's give it a try!" Even though the roots couldn't be pulled out, he could at least try extracting the huge black mole.

Tianming pierced his sword into it.

"Ah!" Qingyu looked like she was in incredible pain and pulled her arm back. "It hurts really bad! Forget it... at least it won't kill me." That simple prick must have hurt a lot, or she wouldn't have given up so easily.

"Let me take a closer look." Tianming held her hand close, but couldn't figure anything out given his limited experiences. At that moment, the sound of killing could be heard from the Flameyellow Guard Formation, a sign that the war had begun.

"Big Brother, Feng, you two should get to your work. I'm already used to weird things happening to my body. Since it isn’t going away anytime soon, you should prioritize defending the sun. We're in far too much danger!" she said, pulling her arm back. "Big Brother, go help Feng out. He needs you. I'll stay here and chat with Yin Chen. It’ll tell you if anything happens, right? Suo Yue's here too." She didn't want to keep him from fulfilling his duties. Lingfeng was the one who had called him over in the first place.

The divine astralship was just about to reach the sky above the Azurecloud Continent. Tianming said, "Alright, we'll settle things with the sun emperor after this war is over!" That would include finally dealing with what the old gods' blood was doing to her.

"Don't worry, I'll have Little Fish come here," Tianming assured Lingfeng. He was talking about Weisheng Moran, who had brought the dreamless celestial nation troops into the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb with her. She was currently with her forty-nine mute sisters, so Lingfeng was quite relieved that they would be keeping Qingyu company.

"Wait for me to come back," he said to her with a deep look in his eyes.

"Okay! I'll be waiting, so don't mess around!" Qingyu said.

"I promise." His feelings were simple. He would endure any adversity by her side and never abandon her. Qingyu was slightly older than he was, so she took on more of an elder-sister role in their relationship. Their eyes locked with each others'. The way they still felt so strongly for each other after so much hardship was truly enviable.

"Let's go," Tianming said. He gave Weisheng Moran some instructions before he left the Silverdragon Palace for the frontmost part of the ship, where thirty million elites were waiting for him.

Lingfeng also understood that he would be facing off against an abyss of death after parting with Qingyu. He followed behind his white-haired brother, letting out the killing intent he had been keeping pent up. His dark-red eyes devilishly shone and the Primordial Gate in his chest spun nonstop, spreading a dark aura across his body that caught quite a lot of attention. Everybody knew that he had almost been killed by the sun emperor alongside Tianming. The two youths were the cornerstones of the faith the others still held for the Myriad Solar Sects.

The next moment, the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb finally arrived at their destination. Tianming was finally back at the Azurecloud Continent. He hadn't had time to go back to see the sights. His Ninedragon Imperial Tomb looked like a grand beast that rose above the astralguard formation toward the Flameyellow Guard Formation, swimming with the countless beasts in the sea of flames. A rumbling cry could be heard from further up from the specters of Skywolf Frost.

"They're coming!" Tianming piloted the ship toward the core of the attacking forces and the ship cruised straight through the Flameyellow Guard Formation into the astralscape above. Swathes of flames were pushed out of the flaming cloud layer, still burning all around the divine astralship and giving the nine dragon heads a sinister appearance.

It greatly contrasted with the astralscape as its backdrop, but the troops of Skywolf Frost were even more imposing! Like the name of their star, they were incredibly cold and frosty. The bleak ocean of enemy warriors seemed to hide countless bones of their enemies that had sunk beneath them in ages past. They were sinister and dangerous, bringing with them an omen of death. Chilling winds and icy fog flowed through the torrent of death across the surface of the star.

The star had been far too close to the sun and looked like it was baring its bloody fangs at it, like a wolf that was about to consume the sun! Thankfully, the common folk's view had been covered by the Flameyellow Guard Formation, sparing them the fright of seeing their impending doom. From where Tianming was, he didn't just see the enemy star, but their troops as well.

After the flaming clouds thinned from their sights, the troops of Skywolf Frost came swarming toward them. They seemed completely endless in number, far more than six hundred million. Even the total forces of the celestial orderians that had attacked the Myriaddragon mountains only numbered three hundred million. Six hundred million bestial specters were too many to deal with!

They howled in unison like wolves, signaling the start of their invasion. They charged toward the sun like a universal storm, furious and with flair. Tianming saw their expressions and knew they were there to take everything they could get their hands on without regard for any laws or morals. They were even more defiant than the celestial orderians, having a worldview that consisted of nothing more than take or be taken from. Everything in this world was between them and their prey, and killing a single person or exterminating an entire star world made no difference to them.

They were completely amoral and deferred only to the law of the jungle! Might, for them, was right! Like wolves that sprinted across the plains, the only thing that crossed their minds was sating their hunger. Tianming knew there was no avoiding this fight—no amount of rhetoric would work on amoral beasts like them.