Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 3965 - Mastering the Sword for Fifty Thousand Years

It was a woman!

Tianming was deeply shaken.

The woman, dressed in a long black-and-gold dress, floated in midair. Though she was a cosmic god, her body still retained a distinctly human allure. Willowy brows, bright eyes, snowy white teeth, a skin tone as radiant and smooth as white jade, and lips that glistened crimson with cosmic luster.... Finally, her legs stretched hundreds of meters long, longer than Tianming was tall. She could easily step over his head....

“Sis! Hit him! Sit on him! He stole my fruit!” The feral man from earlier popped out from behind, pointing at Tianming in fury.

Tianming felt a headache coming on.

This woman gave off immense pressure, and her unreadable eyes made it impossible to judge her intent. All Tianming could do was offer a respectful salute. “Junior Lin Feng greets Senior. If you are of the flameyellow voidkin or the flameyellow divinities, perhaps I share some connection with your people.”

“Flameyellow divinities?” The woman looked down slightly. “We have no connection to them.”

“No connection?” Tianming was slightly stunned.

“Correct,” the woman in black and gold said, staring deeply at him. “You’ve taken quite a few treasures. Since you’re not too unpleasant to look at, I’ll let it slide. Once you leave, I advise you to get out of the Ancestral World as quickly as possible. Otherwise... your life is your own to lose.”

“Not too unpleasant to look at?” Tianming didn’t believe that was the real reason she spared him. From that one sentence, he extracted a lot of information.

First: These natives of the Ancestral World, the flameyellow voidkin, likely had ways of monitoring others. That was how she knew more about him than she should have when he hadn’t said much.

Second: They weren’t merely hiding or retreating. They were planning a counterattack! They simply hadn’t struck yet. And when they did, it would be kill or be killed.

Most importantly, third: Tianming was certain that she didn’t spare him just because he looked pleasant. It absolutely had something to do with the flameyellow divinities, meaning she knew more than she let on.

“Senior....”

Just as Tianming opened his mouth, the cold and flawless woman glared at him and snapped with a little irritation, “Don’t call me that. I’m hardly your senior; I’m not even five hundred years old. If I wanted to deal with you, I wouldn’t worry about the Heavenly Dao.”

“Under five hundred?” Tianming was genuinely shocked.

He mentally flipped through the Ten Desolate Cosmic Genii Ranking. There were barely any under five hundred years old that were even in the latter half of the first stage of cosmic godhood, let alone someone who had reached the second stage, achieving galaxy-class order and a thousand meters of height.

In other words, even seventh-level cosmic gods under five hundred were rare. And she vastly surpassed that level. What did this say about her talent?

Tianming couldn’t even be sure that the imperial-class worlds of the Eightpart Pantheons had anyone of her caliber.

“So... she’s a true prodigy at the very peak of the universe....” To achieve kilometer-scale cosmic godhood before five hundred years old was nothing short of mythic. The lifespan of such a being would exceed ten thousand years, nearing that of Archaionfiends. For her, five hundred years was like being a toddler.

In the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, it would be like a one-year-old being stronger than Wei Tiancang back then. That was how Tianming felt right now.

Every step of the Cosmic God stage was brutally difficult. Each level required vast amounts of time and resources to forge, especially in the latter stages.

Once the early five-hundred-year growth window passed, progress slowed considerably. However, those with explosive growth early on could pull far ahead. This woman in black and gold would absolutely outclass even powerhouses like the Cobalt Overfiend in the future!

At this moment, Tianming just wanted to tell that feral man, “Bro... your sister is a freakin’ monster.”

“If you locked all the young geniuses of the Ten Desolate Starforges into one room... this girl could solo them all.”

To most people, the super geniuses of the Ten Desolate Cosmic Genii Ranking were untouchable miracles. But before this woman, they were nothing.

And her intent... was terrifying when thought through.

So, Tianming decided to play nice, at least until he got out of this place and back to the Ninelives Cave.

Tianming hurriedly said, “Big Sister, my Primordial Sands brothers and I are actually on your side! If possible, I’d love to fight alongside you against the Eightpart Pantheons!”

The woman in black and gold gave him a strange look, “Who’s your big sister? Hmph.”

With a wave of her hand, she summoned a gust of wind that picked Tianming up and tossed him into a gate that appeared out of thin air.

He disappeared before their eyes.

As the white-haired youth vanished, the woman let out a soft sigh. She slowly turned around, and her previously proud and cold expression softened into one of respect and admiration.

She bowed slightly. “Big Brother, it’s been so many years, so many generations... can’t we let the past go? Times have changed. Though our sentence is served, we still can’t return home. Yet this youth carries the will of our ancestral clan. He may bring change. Even the smallest change... is a hope for return, isn’t it?”

“You also remember it was a sentence, huh? Heh...” The man with matted hair looked down with eyes full of bitter resentment. “Evil can never stand in the light. Even if we’re just descendants, we can never erase this black mark in our lineage. The Ancestral World is a fine place, why go back? The starry sky may be beautiful, yes... but we’ve grown used to the filthy and heavy colors of this world, haven’t we?”

“Yes, it’s peaceful here, isolated from conflict. Life is dull, but free of worry. But even so, those damn Eightpart Pantheons flies haven’t stopped! They’ve taken the best lands and now want to steal our last bit of peace.” The woman bitterly chuckled, her laughter dripping with sarcasm.

“These were once lowly vassals, minor clans, and filthy mongrels! Now they’ve all risen to the top, dancing and barking like clowns....” The man closed his eyes, and a hint of vicious killing intent surged.

“So stop hiding what’s in your heart.” The woman smiled. “If you didn’t see hope in that youth to be a bridge for our return home and for the world to acknowledge us again, you wouldn’t have gone to see him twice just to make your presence known, would you?”

“Shut up,” the man glared at her. “That was a classic, “the expert makes his existence known.” You wouldn’t understand.”

The woman giggled. “Expert... suuuure.”

She looked at him with heartache and said softly, “Big Brother, you’ve suffered so much. You’ve shackled yourself for all these years... when will you finally be free? Without you, we couldn’t bear this burden.”

The wild man looked down at his scar-covered body, then gazed into the abyss around them. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly smiled.

“Soon. I’ve mastered the sword for fifty thousand years, all for a single chance of slaughtering to my heart’s content.”