Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4105 - King Feng

“This....” Muguang Lie didn’t expect that Tianming dared to make such a guarantee.

He already knew Tianming’s record in the Ten Desolate Starforges, and he had also heard about the matter of the Imperial Star.... No matter what the flameyellow voidkin’s final stance was, their evaluation of Tianming in their hearts was extremely high.

“She’s your lover?” Muguang Lie pondered for a moment, then asked again seriously.

“That’s right.” Tianming nodded.

“As husband and wife, you should understand each other enough.” Muguang Lie also nodded. “Since Young Master Li dared to make this guarantee, then our flameyellow voidkin will respect your choice.”

Tianming’s expression softened, and he said earnestly, “I’m grateful for your understanding. I know that for you, it really is difficult to be completely at ease with this matter.”

“Yes, there was no helping it. The legend of Tian Jiu is the most terrifying dark fairy tale in the Upper Star Ruin.” Muguang Lie let out a helpless laugh. He turned to look at Moran again, unable to hide the unease and dread in his gaze.

“Next, I have to trouble Senior to bring the cosmic god essences one by one.” Tianming clasped his hands and said.

Muguang Lie said, “Young Master Li, why don’t you come with us to the upper ruin? The war there has already reached its climax.”

“Is the chance of victory high?” Tianming asked.

“Not much of a problem.” Muguang Lie smiled. It was clear from his words and expression that the power of the flameyellow voidkin in this Ancestral World far surpassed that of the Ten Desolate Starforges.

“How would I get to the upper ruins?” Tianming asked.

“Follow us, and you could pass through many barriers of the Ancestral World. We’ve lived here for too long, and we’re familiar with the paths.” Muguang Lie sighed.

“Alright.” Tianming thought for a moment, then asked again: “When the time comes, could you open up a path toward the Primordial Sands for me?”

“No problem!” Muguang Lie answered very straightforwardly.

Tianming could also reach the Primordial Sands directly by relying on the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, but that required going through the Flameyellow Divine Path, which would waste some time. Since he was already in the Ancestral World, it was certainly more convenient to go directly.

“Please!” Muguang Lie led them to a deep cavern-like passage.

As they moved, Tianming exchanged a glance with Moran. There was a faint trace of worry in her eyes as she quietly asked, “Did they trust me?”

“They’re not important.” Tianming smiled slightly. “My one hundred percent trust in you was enough.”

“You’re exaggerating....” Moran couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Even I don’t trust myself one hundred percent.”

“You do trust yourself. It’s Tian Jiu you don’t trust.” Tianming suddenly held her hand and said.

“Maybe.”

“So you must always remember one thing.” Tianming passionately looked at her.

“What?”

“You were never and never will be Tian Jiu. You’re just Moran, my Little Fish. My Concubine Fish of the Tianming Dynasty.” Tianming laughed.

“You rascal....” Moran was amused by that ridiculous new title. How could anyone bestow a title in such a careless way? Someone hearing it might really think she was a fish.

“Alright, I’m fine now.” Moran’s gaze became resolute.

You were never and never will be Tian Jiu. Those words untied the confusion of late in her heart, helping her find her direction.

“You’ll send me to the battlefield, and then go to the Primordial Sands?” On the road, Moran suddenly asked.

“What? Are you afraid to be alone?” Tianming asked.

“Not that.” Moran pursed her lips. “I’ve forty-nine people with me.”

Tianming grinned, then said seriously: “There’s no hurry with the Primordial Sands. I can tell the flameyellow voidkin still has some reservations, so I’ll wait until you finish devouring before I leave. At the moment, Ling’er’s side has no activity.”

He looked up. The golden crystal star quietly hung above his head, like the calm before a storm.

“Alright.” Hearing this, Moran only nodded. When she turned around, a smile surfaced on her face. It was clear that she was happy.

Finally, a great gate appeared ahead. Tianming could already hear the earth-shaking sounds of battle from the other side! Hundreds of millions of cosmic gods were warring, and Tianming’s gaze pierced through the gate to see the awe-inspiring scene of countless cosmic gods reduced to ashes.

“How’s the battle going?” Muguang Lie stepped forward and asked the soldiers stationed before the gate.

“King Feng has found the Saturatia Dreamlord and intercepted him. We’re about to witness a peak battle!” those soldiers said with extreme excitement.

“The Saturatia Dreamlord? That’s one of the two strongest wonderian pairs in the Ten Desolate Starforges!” After speaking, Muguang Lie waved at Tianming: “Perhaps we’ll soon have some freshly harvested cosmic god essence. Want to watch?”

“Of course!” Tianming and Moran went forward.

“King Feng is?” Tianming asked as he looked outward.

“My elder brother, Mushan Feng! The leader of this operation.” Mushan Xue, who stood nearby, said proudly.

“Your elder brother is so powerful?” Mushan Xue wasn’t even five hundred years old, which meant that Mushan Feng’s age would not be too great either. Yet, they believed he could firmly kill the Saturatia Dreamlord.

“Yes.” Mushan Xue gave Tianming a meaningful smile. “Actually, you’re acquaintances."

“We’ve met? Impossible.” Tianming recalled that when he was in the lower ruins, he had only ever been in contact with Mushan Xue.

“My elder brother was the first one who discovered something strange about you and took the initiative to approach you.” Mushan Xue blinked.

“You can’t possibly be talking about that feral man?” Tianming was stunned.

“Feral man?” Mushan Xue covered her mouth and chuckled. “He only put a seal on himself. Never call him a feral man to his face.”

“Sealed himself?” That meant he could shrink his cosmic god body? Tianming was somewhat intrigued.

Just as they finished speaking, a deafening explosion rang out as the battle’s shockwaves reached them.

Tianming looked out and saw a ten-thousand-meter-tall cosmic god rush out of the chaos, the light radiating from him eclipsing everything. Before him, those two Saturatia Dreamlords, each thousands of meters tall, were obviously on the backfoot.

“King Feng! King Feng!” Countless flameyellow voidkins chanted, then ruthlessly slaughtered the crowd of wonderians.

The wonderians had nowhere to run. By now, the Ten Desolate Starforges’s army of over a hundred million had long fallen into despair. More than fifty million of them were already dead, and they had no options apart from a desperate last stand.