Beastmaster of the Ages

Explosions ripped across the battlefield, each one signifying the fall of a cosmic god from the Eightpart Pantheons. With these cosmic gods powerless and left for slaughter, the war ultimately devolved into a brutal bloodbath. The deaths of the ashuras caused their warbeasts to run rampant. Fearing the danger they now posed to fortuna-class worlds, Tianming commanded his army to eliminate as many of them as possible.

As the battle drew to a close, a group of cosmic gods led by Yin Chen launched a final sweep, finishing off stragglers and escaped beasts at the fringes of the battlefield. The merciless obliteration of hundreds of millions of cosmic gods resulted in a sudden, immense outpouring of power equivalent to a fortuna-class nova source. The death toll was staggering.

Although the battle ended quickly, the final mop-up operations were lengthy. In the end, Tianming's men were the only ones left in the vast expanse. With the enemy vanquished, Flameyellow, the Tian Jiu Cult, kunlan primalwingers, and devas assembled before Tianming. Mushan Feng and Granny Yin presented the cosmic-god essences of An Shen, Goat Saint, and Wild Saint to him.

"Your Majesty, end them and announce your triumph." Mushan Feng smiled, eyes blazing as he looked at Tianming.

"Yes!"

Grand-Orient Sword in hand, he shot towards the three cosmic-god essences. An unshakable faith rose within a billion pairs of eyes burning with devotion. Empowered by the faith of these high-level cosmic gods, Tianming surpassed the limits of Galactic God. Though his physique was unchanged, his power grew exponentially.

"Li Tianming!" An Shen struggled and screamed. "I can be useful! Lord Yue was against you before, but now he's surrendered. So can I!"

Tianming chuckled. "He's my wife's descendant. Who are you?"

"I can be your descendant, your grandson!" An Shen replied immediately.

"Hell no! Having a grandson like you would mean my descendants are ruined!" Tianming was furious. Wasn’t that in effect cursing him?