Chapter 3885 - A Secret of the Flameyellow
"I know your targets are Mo Tu and Tong Zhi. Once you kill them, you can go to the Wondersky and Wargod Haven to save your slave race." Yue Mo’s voice was cold and chilling.
Tianming said nothing.
"Li Tianming... you’re a fine seedling. I feel like you aren’t even a member of the slave race. So, have you truly thought it through? If you’re willing to join any of the Eightpart Pantheons, what awaits you might be a meteoric rise. But if you foolishly choose to side with a race of slaves, then I can only say you’re intentionally turning your back on wealth and glory, choosing instead to wallow in misery, death, grief, separation, and misfortune. You still have a choice—think carefully." Yue Mo’s voice carried a trace of amusement, and his dark red eyes flowed over Tianming.
"You’re just a tiny third-level cosmic god from a maniverse-class world. You might be impressive here, but in the Ninefold Hellstar, you’re just a nobody. What makes you think you can lecture me?" Tianming sneered.
Yue Mo chuckled, then fell silent. After a slow shake of his head, his gaze turned as cold as hell itself. He said, "You have no idea how ridiculous what you’re doing is. Every fortuna-class world has slaves. So you saved the slaves of the Midsky Tristars. Now what? Where will you take them? The Midsky Tristars belong to the Eightpart Pantheons. Even if you temporarily seize the worldcores, someone will soon come to reset them. The cosmic gods who come will be far beyond your imagination. You speak for the slaves, but you have nowhere to go. Will you conquer every fortuna-class world? Fool! The more havoc you cause, the more the other slaves on other stars will suffer. Heh...."
He spoke the truth.
Even if one could save the Midsky Tristars, could they save the entire world? It was indeed a problem staring Tianming in the face. But he had already asked himself that exact question countless times, and the answer was simple: without starting, there could be no end.
The Midsky Tristars were just the beginning.
In the future, Tianming might choose different strategies to save others, and he might not pick such a blunt method, but his core intent would never change! He was the prince of the sky plunderers and a flameyellow descendant. How could he abandon his people?
Yue Mo’s attempts to shake Tianming’s confidence did nothing. He simply stared at him with his gold and black eyes, his message clear: you move, and I’ll move too!