Beastmaster of the Ages

Things were going completely according to the sun emperor's plan.

"What do we do next, Dad?" Long Renshe asked, not turning to look at Qingyu behind him.

"We head to the Primodragon Cave," the Torchdragon Emperor said.

"I know, but everyone knows that the Seven Dragon Imperials and their army of thirty million are there."

"So what? The formation of the cave requires all ten dragonsprings to open. When we meet them, we'll open the cave together and let the countless guests from the Myriad Solar Sects witness your marriage, which will finally bring peace to both our sides. I'm sure the ancestors in the cave will be touched." He seemed to be in a rather good mood today, speaking as he fiddled with his mustache.

"Dad, you know that isn't going to happen."

"Ahem...." He glared at his son and said, "Since you know that, why bother bringing it up?" They'll definitely stop us, so we have to wipe them out first to take their dragonsprings. Then we'll trudge over their corpses and hold the wedding! It might be a little bloody, but at least your marriage with the Ninemoon Goddess will still be a done deal."

"Dad, I'm only asking whether we'll fight the moment we meet them. The sun emperor isn't here yet." Long Renshe still felt ill-prepared, not to mention that holding a wedding right after a bloodbath was unnerving to say the least.

"Naturally, we have to wait for the sun emperor to give an order. So we might have to wait a bit before His Solar Majesty arrives."

"I see...." It wasn't surprising for a youth like him to feel unsettled by the state of affairs. He took a deep breath. Even though he was the groom, he felt a cold chill coming from the goddess behind him that unnerved him.

The leaders led the sixty million troops toward the Primodragon Cave. It looked like a sea of fire was spreading and threatening to set the Ninedragon Army alight. Long Renshe felt like he was standing atop flaming clouds, feeling the temperature around him changing. He also felt a burning heat from within that was almost scalding. The killing intent of the celestial orderians was almost infectious.

"Son!" The Torchdragon Emperor smacked his shoulder hard. He was being lifted up along with the atmosphere as well. Looking in the direction of the cave, he could vaguely see the mass of thirty million figures. He grit his teeth and said in a low, but maniacal voice, "Back then, the ancestors of our Veildragon Palace were driven from our homes like dogs.... They swore that we would rise again and return to make them pay the price one day. We submitted to other forces, and that allowed us to finally fulfill that oath!" That was the rhetoric that had been ingrained into him by the generations that preceded him and every single member of the Veildragon Palace who yearned to return to the promised land.

"Yes, yes!" They weren't doing this for power or authority, merely the fulfillment of the wishes of their ancestors! As they approached the Primodragon Cave, their hearts felt a burning passion to paint the place red with the blood of their enemies.

"I wonder how the dead souls of our ancestors in the cave will see us when we trample over the corpses of the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect!"

"Hahaha!"

Their laughter even sounded distorted. This was the very thing they'd dreamed about since their ancestors had begged the celestial orderians for protection. It would be sixty million troops against the Ninedragon Army's thirty million, one from the south and the other from the north. The two forces gradually approached, the land between them completely silent without a single person to be seen.

The eyes of the celestial orderians seemed like they were on fire. They looked like flaming stars in the misty void generated by the dense nova source, all of them intent on burning the Ninedragon Army to the ground. Their gazes carried so much pressure that it could make one suffocate, which was only exacerbated when all of them deployed their totems. The world seemed like it was going mad with fervor as they let the blood rush to their heads.

The ground rumbled as sixty million people marched toward their destination, shaking the mountains around them. A dense smell of blood and gore could already be sensed even before the battle started. Needless to say, this would be a war on such a scale that had never occurred in the past hundred millennia, waged between gods whose astral bodies shook the world as they marched. The battle at Taiji Peak Lake seemed like child's play in comparison. Even the rocks and boulders between the two armies were crushed by the sheer willpower radiating from both sides. Nobody dared to enter the area between them to endure the pressure of more than ninety million gods.

Yet nobody could have expected a pitch-black figure to appear between both armies like a mad ape, leaving a trail of smoke along the way as it screamed and rampaged. It smashed through an entire mountain and revealed its three faces with their mouths opened as it roared toward the army of sixty million with its six arms extended. It was like an ant showing up between two rhinoceroses charging at each other! However, this three-headed six-armed beast was far from being as small as an ant, and was easily spotted.

That instant, the fiery atmosphere turned much more eerie. Everyone turned their gaze to the beast. None from the celestial orderian side bothered to comment on it, intent on just crushing the lone figure and his beast with sheer force. All of a sudden, a black figure emerged from the chest of the beast, wielding a black staff. His eyes locked straight onto Long Renshe as he charged toward the army of sixty million alone.

"Is that fellow mad?"

Countless others said something similar, annoyed.

"Send someone to take that person out," Li Xiaoyan said. However, nobody expected that the Ninemoon Goddess would shake off her red head covering while Li Yunxi was distracted, revealing her moon-white hair.

"Goddess?"

People were shocked to see their goddess tearing up as she maddeningly stared at the lone figure, who charged toward her like a moth to flame. Long Renshe clearly saw everything and recognized Lingfeng, feeling a rage building up within him.