Beastmaster of the Ages

Orders were soon sent from the higher-ups to the lower ruins to deliver the message. Transmission stones could only function within the Ancestral World, so this warning would take some time to spread to everyone, though it wasn’t too long.

Following this, two major developments were bound to occur within the lower ruins.

First: All genius cosmic gods would experience a swell in their seal. The fall of the Skyfiendling served as a warning, and they would begin to prioritize territorial control instead of resources and kill off their Primordial Sands competitors.

Second: All disciples of the Eightpart Pantheons would be ordered to hunt down the masked man.

While this warning was beginning to spread through the Ancient Flameyellow Ruins, Tianming and his lifebound beasts were already enthusiastically working as fruit pickers. There were over a thousand golden ninelives fruit, and one hundred thousand ordinary fruits!

Tianming didn’t even need to lift a finger as Yin Chen swarmed out in countless numbers, transforming into a silver tide that engulfed the tree's branches and leaves completely.

Each individual Yin Chen body was now large enough to carry a ninelives fruit, so harvesting them was no issue. Very quickly, the fruits surged toward Tianming like a flood. He swiftly collected them.

“I’ve got more than enough for myself. I can even share a good portion with the people on the Sun. And of course, a bit with the Primordial Sands brothers too.” They had contributed significantly to this endeavor, and some of them had been badly injured. The ninelives fruit just so happened to help cosmic gods recover from their cosmic god essence form to their astral giant forms.

For cosmic gods, strengthening their middlekin astrons was essentially the same as healing.

“The Ninelives Ancestral Tree is massive. This tiny portion alone yielded so many fruits; I wonder how many the entire tree has!” Tianming’s heart was pounding with excitement.