Chapter 1999
Chapter 1999
"He’s stopped chasing us? Is he going to let me go?"
The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb accelerated through the air, breaking through the waves of fire and traveling across the sun that had been reborn after a catastrophe. From the outside, the world was larger and more powerful. However, the expansion had also caused mountains and seas to split apart, as well as cracks in the earth. It was unclear how many people had fallen into those cracks. He originally felt a chill from head to toe, but when he looked back, he saw the sun emperor stop in his tracks.
"I can't figure it out." Now that the Skywolf Stars had been destroyed and Lingfeng had fallen unconscious, Tianming was his only enemy. Why didn't he chase after him? Amidst his bafflement, the coffin started moving toward the tomb once more.
"He’s started again?!" Tianming was bereft of speech. Fortunately, the short pause had allowed him to build a little distance between the tomb and the coffin.
The world before him was enveloped in white and gold waves of flames. With the increase in temperature, the world almost seemed foreign. The Flameyellow Coffin grew closer and closer; unwilling to give up, the sun emperor was relentlessly pursuing Tianming. Smoke and fire made way for him as his majestic aura suppressed the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb like the sun’s hand wrapped around the tomb.
Amidst the flames, the sun emperor conveyed a message through his fiery gaze: there is no escape.
The silent pursuit continued. Because the sun had expanded, the journey back to the Sky Palace Formation became much longer. Inside the tomb, a cold air of solemnity prevailed. The Soulfiend aside, there were only three living people. While Tianming steered the tomb, Qingyu sat nearby, holding Lingfeng in her arms, her eyes red.
"How is he?" Tianming asked.
"Physically, he’s fine, but his soul might’ve been injured. He’s unconscious and there’s nothing I can do to wake him up. It might also be the sequela of the Primordial Demon." Qingyu was still calm and could speak clearly. The Soulfiend was in a similar condition.
"Maybe it's both trauma and sequela." Because he didn't know much about the soul, Tianming couldn't be certain if Lingfeng would be able to regain consciousness. He had some pills that could nourish the soul. However, Lingfeng’s Primordial Gate was no longer turning and his aura was very weak; he couldn’t refine pills at the moment.
"Big Brother, it’s useless. Will he ever wake up again?" Qingyu stared at Lingfeng, her eyes filled with pain, hair draped over her shoulders.
"I can’t help you right now. The lunatic is still chasing us. It doesn’t look like I’ll survive today." Tianming calmly said, his gaze thoughtful.
"Why does he want to kill you so badly? Why all that killing intent? He’s just destroyed Skywolf, can’t he wait?" Qingyu asked.
"You’re right. There’s at least three billion people who have lost their homes. The outraged specters of Skywolf are at least at ninth-level Ascension and above. There’s more than two billion of them in celestial orderian territory acting like beasts, slaughtering anyone they see. Yet all he cares about is killing me." Tianming bit his lip.
Although the specters weren’t baleful souls, their resentment and killing intent were just as strong. If they weren’t dealt with as soon as possible, the people of the sun, including the celestial orderians, would be miserable. In the end, the only winner would be the sun emperor. Even the celestial orderians would suffer heavy casualties.
"He’s gone mad...." Qingyu's vacant eyes were filled with tears. She, too, was confused. The war was still ongoing. What was the way out? Was there any hope of peace for her loved ones?
"Big Brother, is he going to catch up to us soon?" Qingyu didn't dare to look back. Although the sun emperor was ferocious, there was another man behind him that made her heart ache. At that moment, the three most important men in her life—her father, older brother, and lover—were struggling between life and death.
"It's okay. This will be our last stand. It's a pity that Feng’s unconscious. This time, I have no one to help. I don't even have my totems." The fire was bright, but Tianming's gold and black eyes were brighter. This was the greatest standoff in all history.
"Big Brother, we seem to be at the end of the road. Do you think there’s a chance you’ll win?"
"No, but I’ll fight. I’ll let the heavens decide my life and death."
His resolution gave Qingyu strength. Thus, she nodded solemnly.
"Xian Xian, Yin Chen, come." While steering the tomb, Tianming rummaged through his spoils. They were from Empress Ying, Sovereign Redforge, and Sovereign Sanctquility. The three sovereigns had possessed a lot of wealth in their hands, and most important of them all, manna imperius.
At that moment, Ying Huo, Meow Meow, and Lan Huang were all sovereign beasts that had broken their next bloodline chains. Still stuck as seven-star divine beasts, Xian Xian and Yin Chen were slightly weaker in combat. With the ongoing war, they hadn’t even had time to evolve. But now that Tianming had to fight the sun emperor alone, his lifebound beasts were his only hope in the life and death battle.
Inside the tomb, millions of small silver eggs poured in, piling up to form a silver mountain. Countless pairs of eyes expectantly stared at Tianming. On the other side, Xian Xian took the form of a Radiant Daffodil, fluttering its white petal-like wings. There was an eager look in its eyes as well. The two little ones had yearned to reach the next stage like their older siblings.
Tianming counted his spoils. There were a total of seven manna imperius. He chose the two that were most suitable for Xian Xian and Yin Chen. They were eight-star manna imperius, and inside each one were eight star cores. Within that mysterious power was the fundamental secret of the cosmos. The one for Xian Xian was called the Dew Clematis, which seemed to possess a sacred power. The eight stars radiated eight flowers, suitable for plant-type lifebound beasts like it. Yin Chen’s manna imperius was known as the Eight-starred Pearls, which were eight stars connected together like a chain of stars.
"I hope these can help you break the bloodline chains so that you can unseal more bloodlines belonging to the Primordial Chaos Beasts."
"Uh-huh!"
"Time is of the essence. The sooner the better. I’ll be waiting for you!" As soon as the two little ones received the manna imperius, they began absorbing them to evolve. After picking out one for Shuo Yue, Tianming kept the rest. After all, there were many people in need of them, including Lingfeng.
"Isn’t it too late?" Qingyu asked with a bitter smile.
"There's no other way, so let’s just give it a try. Who knows? If I make it back to the Sky Palace Formation and delay for a few months, I won’t be so easy to kill when my totems recover." Tianming shrugged, his voice calm. Although he was nervous, he was in a new mental state after experiencing so many ups and downs. Despite his many doubts, seeing the sun emperor's great ambition and means ignited a roaring fire within him. He wasn’t negatively affected by the sun emperor, but had strengthened himself instead.
The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb was finally approaching the Sky Palace Formation. There were more than twenty billion Myriad cultivators from the Myriad Solar Sects, each of them holding their breath, anxiously waiting for Tianming to escape and lead them in battle. Because they were connected to him through Omnisentient Threads, the hearts of these people pounded furiously against their chests. The tragedy of the sun had affected their hearts.
"The sun emperor doesn't have to be so anxious, does he?! What about the specters murdering innocents?"
"If he’s merciful enough to let Tianming go, we can go out and save the people first...."
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