Beastmaster of the Ages

The scorching sun and bestiae burned everything.

"Baleful souls of Skywolf Frost? You’re already dead. Why cause more trouble? You made great contributions to the sun by resisting your compatriots, but now it’s time for you to disappear! Ye Lingfeng, do you want to devour the baleful souls of Skywolf Blaze as well? I’ll have to disappoint you. I’ve completely destroyed it. There’s nothing left, not even a fusion formation! Even baleful souls will dissipate without something to hold on to. Don’t even think about leaving my Flameyellow Coffin, you pathetic worm!"

How could the sun emperor give him another opportunity after having witnessed the Primordial Demon’s terrifying power? He slaughtered baleful souls in the Flameyellow Coffin while the white and gold sun continued slamming into whatever remained of Skywolf Blaze with the Flameyellow Guard Formation. The empty shell of a fusion formation was burned to ashes. Even the corpses were gone, so there was nothing to evoke resentment from the baleful souls. Soon, they would completely disappear as well.

Countless beasts attacked. Light was the right path; the Flameyellow Coffin had become a symbol of hope once more, the bright flame of counsel burning away hundreds of billions of baleful souls that were part of Lingfeng's body.

"Now, it's my turn to say this to you: DIE!" Being chased by a child for so long had made him feel annoyed. Inside the coffin, the golden soul rose, setting the darkness on fire. The scene resembled the one outside.

At that point, no one could stop the will of the sun, not even a Primordial Demon. However, Lingfeng wasn’t one to retreat. Neither failure nor flight had ever crossed his mind. He went head to head with his enemy. As darkness and light collided, soul power surged in the Flameyellow Coffin.

The giant coffin shook. Even Tianming could see how terrifying the coffin had become with the increase in the Flameyellow Guard Formation’s strength. Red-hot flames enveloped the coffin, dispelling the dark souls and returning the light. No one could obscure its brilliance. Against the will of the sun, no one could turn defeat into victory, not even a Primordial Demon.

Everything happened so quickly. Inside the coffin, the baleful souls miserably screamed, burned to nothingness by the solar soul. When the baleful souls were completely dispersed, Lingfeng's body collapsed.

A loud boom reverberated and thick black smoke poured out from the Flameyellow Coffin, turning into Lingfeng and the Soulfiend. Around the enormous coffin were two hundred billion other baleful souls. They were still wrapped around the coffin, tearing at it and roaring. However, they were no threat at all after separating from the Primordial Demon.

Failure meant losing the momentum; Tianming knew that very well. In their current situation, survival was the most logical option, so he was ready. The moment Lingfeng emerged from the coffin, he transformed the Godsin into chains and wrapped it around Lingfeng and the Soulfiend. Qingyu had been sent back to the tomb when Lingfeng entered the coffin. The Primordial Demon was in fact a great tribulation. Now that it had disintegrated and the baleful souls dissipated, Lingfeng and the Soulfiend fell unconscious and appeared to be in horrible shape. Tianming dragged them into the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, having given up on the Starvore.

The coffin and its carriers suddenly burst into flames that reached the sky, competing with the formation for brilliance. The sun emperor opened his eyes, just in time to see Tianming saving Lingfeng and the Soulfiend.

"Tianming, my child, you’ve escaped so many times. Are you still trying to escape with the help of the tomb?" All of the sun’s rays seemed to shine on him.

Tianming felt his body go cold. As the loser, there was no point in speaking. It was already the second time he had lost to the sun emperor. Although he had almost killed him, the sun emperor was right—he would still find a way. Pushing the tomb to the limit, Tianming rushed toward the Sky Palace Formation.

"It's useless, not even the Sky Palace Formation can protect you. The Flameyellow Imperial Star is all mine. Where can you hide?!" The Flameyellow Coffin was stronger than ever. Roaring with laughter, the sun emperor operated the coffin and the dazzling meteor chased after the tomb. At this moment, the coffin seemed even faster than the tomb.

"You must die today! Your deaths will mark the beginning of a prosperous age!" The sun emperor was pleased with the power of the coffin. Once he incorporated the sun’s current impetus, he would be even stronger. The flaming meteor quickly approached the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, casting the shadow of death over the heads of Tianming and the others. It was their most nail-biting encounter yet and the white-haired youth’s hair stood on end. However, just as it was about to reach the tomb, the meteor suddenly slowed down. For the moment, they were out of danger.

"Damn it!" Angrily turning around, the sun emperor glared at the coffin carrier behind him. The man’s messy red hair hid his countenance.

"Won’t you die off?!" When the sun emperor looked up once more, the tomb had disappeared.

The expanding sun grew hotter and hundreds of millions died due to the landslides and ground fissures caused by the expansion. During the collision with Skywolf Blaze, hundreds of millions of celestial orderian warriors had been reduced to ashes by the planet’s nova source. Between heaven and earth, only the majestic figure of the sun emperor remained. Under the illumination of the sun’s rays, he resembled an ancient god descending upon the world. In the starry sky above, there was only one giant sun, enveloped in raging flames. The will of an emperor had emerged in the cosmos once more.