Beastmaster of the Ages

The Sun was currently fortuna class, but it remained hidden within the Upper Star Ruin. Only its denizens knew how truly vast it was. Gradually, it was approaching the mass of the largest imperial-class worlds in terms of size. The ten-billion-plus flameyellow descendants of the Sun still mostly lived in the Sky Palace Formation, since they didn't know when Tianming would increase the world's size again. They weren't in a rush to build their homes, after all.

Everyone on the Sun had a strong belief that the world they had made their home would one day be restored to its peak form. That faith served as the basis of their belief in Tianming, making him even stronger. Every time he returned to the Upper Star Ruin, his subjects could clearly feel his presence as if he was by their side.

There's three times the number of omnisentient threads compared to before! Some of them came from Blackscatter, and others came from other starforges.... Tianming sat under the dragon eye of the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, which was parked within the Sky Palace Formation, watching the world outside and feeling the power that the omnisentient threads brought him.

I've only killed a few thousand devas, but that was enough for the flameyellow descendants in Blackscatter to place their hopes in me. They must’ve been oppressed enough over many generations to be so desperate! It was a heavy, yet unfortunate truth. If it weren’t for their despair, why would they jump on the first ray of light that came their way? Fortunately, the hardest part of forming the threads is over. Once word spreads, my growth will be exponential.

Not a single person in the Eightpart Pantheons knew that a Galactic Emperor was being born right under their noses. Tianming's connection to every single one of his believers allowed him to inform them of what they should keep to themselves. Naturally, they wouldn't disobey his order and would silently grow alongside him until the time was right! Tianming had never been in a better condition than he was now.

As long as I keep killing the enemy in the lower ruins, my strength in the Upper Star Ruin will keep growing. It was a crude, but effective method.

"The Sun...." Tianming fell into deep thought as he looked outside. He recalled that the Sun had only been a heliacal-class world when he’d first arrived there. There were the Myriad Solar Sects as well as the orderians, and he had only just started forming omnisentient threads during that time. But now, he had become the Galactic Emperor that ruled over the fortuna-class Sun, rising nonstop through his adventures through Orderia, Ebonia, Myriadpath Valley, and the Upper Star Ruin.

"You've been with me since the days I first arrived on the Sun...." Tianming turned back and pulled Moran into his embrace.

"Yes...." She leaned lightly against his chest, ink-green hair spreading across his body. Her slender and beautiful figure fit nicely against him.

"And now we've returned to the place where we first met." He gently stroked her hair and smiled.