Chapter 4067 - Trust Your Man Forevermore
Tianming piloted the ark toward the only remaining entrance of the Fiend Ruins.
"Since the Eightpart Pantheons' one million geniuses lost the Heavenly Dao Arena, they're completely helpless. It won't be hard to kill them now. If they don't huddle together, we'd be able to kill a few hundred thousand with enough time." The reason Tianming didn't do so was that it wasn't worthwhile if he couldn't grow his omnisentient threads at the same time. He was still counting on increasing them in the Upper Star Ruin.
"The flameyellow descendants out there are still in a precarious situation. I can only do my best to communicate with them and gradually build them into a united whole. At the same time, the elites of the Ten Desolate Starforges have mostly left. If I'm able to take over those places without anyone noticing, I'd be able to save a lot...." The Ten Desolate Starforges were maniverse-class worlds, surrounded by a thousand fortuna-class worlds that housed numerous slaves. Though they would still suffer, it was something they had to put up with for now. The disaster that befell the flameyellow divinities wasn't something that happened only in one generation, but all subsequent generations. They hated the Eightpart Pantheons to the core. That much was clear to Tianming through the omnisentient threads. It constantly weighed heavily on them.
"What can I say to those who have experienced so much more pain than I have?" Tianming returned to the Ten Desolate Starforges with a renewed resolve. He had experienced much that caused him to grow. Soon, he reached the entrance of the Darkfiend Den.
"Big Brother, I'll stay here to wait for Feng," Qingyu said at the end of the day, which was no surprise to Tianming.
"Alright." He understood how she felt. If it were him, he wouldn't be able to give up on even the slightest hope. Right as he was about to get Moran and Zi Zhen to stay there too, however, a xenogate appeared within the ark! A black-robed youth emerged from the vortex, his hair pitch black. He had a black spinning vortex at his chest, and his eyes were completely crimson rather than the crimson and purple of before.
"Feng!" Tianming could finally see him for good.
"Brother Tianming," Lingfeng said, his voice hoarse. He seemed to have matured lots across his absence.
"Feng...." Qingyu had not seen him so lucid for a long time. She wanted to rush to hug him and ask if he was finally free, but Lingfeng took a step back.
With a pained look, he said, "Qingyu, I can't...."