Chapter 2011

Chapter 2011

With the cosmic impulse, the lethality of Tianming’s Imperial Sword Prison soared. When it invaded the sun emperor’s body, even a sovereign’s astral physique would be crushed into ashes by the Flint Infernal Impulse and sword-shaped symbols. Under such an attack, even a sovereign’s soul would dissipate into the cosmos after losing their body.

A gust of wind blew and the golden-haired man who was kneeling on the ground turned into ashes, starting from his head and continuing all the way down. The wind picked up his ashes and spread them to every corner of the world, like fallen leaves returning to their roots. The sun emperor’s domineering presence and majestic power had completely disappeared. Their hearts found peace again.

"No matter how much hatred there is between you and I, or how many irreconcilable fights we had, that’s all over from this moment. In some aspects, I resent you, and in others, I admire you. If a biography’s ever written, I’ll make sure everything they record about you is unbiased. I’ll also give the celestial orderians the fairness they deserve."

After all, every person on this star originated from the flameyellow divinities. They all shared the same ancestors. War was sometimes a clash in the will of the upper class, while the people of the lower classes could only die. And too many had died since the start of this war. The hatred and grievances were endless. Now that the sun emperor had perished, it was time for the war to come to an end. As Tianming stared at the sun emperor’s disappearing figure, a thousand emotions bubbled in his heart, yet they were all lodged in his throat. He couldn’t find the right words. Although the sun emperor was dead, he was even more unforgettable than Autarch Qian or Bodhi.

"Godfather." As Tianming turned around, his long white hair glimmered under the light of the flames.

Li Wudi squinted his eyes, staring at the dazzling light in the sky. It had been a long time since he’d felt alive, so he was still in a trance.

"Father!” The voice trembled, hiding longing, tension, and worry. Qingyu was here.

Lingfeng had yet to regain consciousness and was being taken care of by Shuo Yue for the time being. After hearing Yin Chen’s reminder, Qingyu had left the tomb at the final moment. In the sunlight, the girl stood in front of them, blankly staring at her father. Tears filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

"Hey now! Stop staring at your old man. You’re embarrassing me.… Let me get my feelings going first!" After being in confusion for so long, he finally spoke. However, as soon as he was done speaking, he felt the sky spin. He had thought he could hold on, but he still swayed and passed out. Tianming quickly held him.

"Big Brother, is he okay?" Qingyu nervously asked.

"He’s fine! He’s injured, but I can help with that. His soul is probably just weak. He’ll be better after some rest," Tianming said.

The injuries on Li Wudi's body had mainly been caused by Tianming’s Flint Infernal Impulse. As long as he removed its remaining destructive power, his godfather’s injuries wouldn’t be a problem with the help of pills and divine herbs. After all, he possessed a sovereign’s astral physique.

Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. Together, they supported Li Wudi’s body. "The old bastard’s finally out of danger. Thank you, Big Brother...." The sun emperor had also admitted that his kindness to Qingyu had come from Li Wudi's soul.

"You don’t have to thank me unless you think of me as a stranger." Tianming pursed his lips. "Alright, return to the tomb with Godfather. Now that the sun emperor is dead, I have more important things that need to be immediately dealt with." With the sun emperor gone, only one ruler remained on this sun and it was time for him to fulfill his responsibilities. At the very least, he couldn’t allow the sun emperor to die with remaining grievances.

"Okay." Qingyu nodded.

The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb descended to the ground. Tianming sent Li Wudi and Qingyu into the tomb. At the same time, he also moved the Flameyellow Coffin inside. Although it had been punctured by the Grand-Orient Sword, its structure remained intact. It was very difficult to truly damage a divine artifact unless it was torn to pieces. For example, the Grand-Orient Sword and Prime Tower.

"When Godfather recovers, he should be able to continue using the Flameyellow Coffin to control the Flameyellow Guard Formation." At the moment, the entire population of the sun was recuperating. And in terms of Tianming’s peak combat power, his body was intact, but his totems would take some time to recover.

The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb took off into the sky. The blazing white and gold sun was right under their feet! It unfolded on a magnificent scale, displaying its boundless majesty. However, there were still about three billion desperate villains that had lost their homes and were driven by hatred to take revenge on the citizens of the sun. Because the sun emperor didn’t care, wherever the specters went, blood flowed like a river.

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The cultivators of the Myriad Solar Sects who had left the Sky Palace Formation fought them, which was rather effective. On the other side, the celestial orderians were slower to respond due to losing contact with the sun emperor. Because there were more enemies on the orderians’ side, they were still in dire straits.

"This world is wounded. I won’t add on more pain. It stops here!" Being the nova source ruler wasn’t just the power and prestige brought by a supreme status or the tyrannical slaughter of thousands in a fit of rage, but the responsibility of a ruler. "One has to contribute as much as one enjoys. The water that bears the boat is the same water that swallows it up. The sun emperor was a ruler that was isolated from the people. He loved no one, but not me!"

Tianming stood on the tomb as it whizzed through the flaming clouds. Through his Omnisentient Threads, his heart now resonated with the hearts of fifty billion people. Tianming could even sense everything they felt, saw, and heard, much like he could in the Flameyellow Continent.

Many knew about his fight to the death with the sun emperor, including the celestial orderians. So, what was the outcome? Taking a deep breath, Tianming announced via the Omnisentient Threads, "Citizens of the sun, this is a proclamation. The sun emperor has passed. From now on, I rule over this vast world!"

Like thunder, his words echoed in the hearts of the Myriad Solar Sects. In fact, the outcome was obvious as the sun emperor had long failed to respond with the Flameyellow Guard Formation.

"From now on, I’ll lead the celestial orderians and Myriad Solar Sects in dealing with the Skywolf specters. We’ll restore peace to the world and return dignity to the people, and let the dead rest in peace! The war has lasted too long. And because of it, we’ve lost too much. It’s time for everything to come to an end. The specters have also paid a heavy price for invading our sun. Once we overcome our last obstacle, we’ll unify this flourishing world. I’ll undertake the goals of both the north and south of the sun. As long as you’re people of the sun, you’ll be treated fairly! This I swear to you as witnessed by the heavens!"

Completely subduing the celestial orderians was a long term endeavor and wouldn’t happen overnight. However, Tianming had to express his thoughts today. Now that the sun emperor had died in battle, the celestial orderians were facing their most chaotic period. They had also paid a heavy price for both wars; their casualties far exceeded those of the Myriad Solar Sects. In the invasion of the specters, they were the main force of resistance. Even now, they were being targeted by the specters. Many of their top experts had also died in battle. Perhaps even they were eager for the war to end. Too many people had died, there could be no more tragedy. In a nova source war, even the victor would be overshadowed by the conflict.

"Let’s join hands to create a prosperous and peaceful world!" Only by uniting could they deal with the specters more effectively. Tianming’s announcement caused tremors throughout the sun.

The people responded to him through the Omnisentient Threads. This was the first time the number of Omnisentient Threads had increased so rapidly. Sixty billion, seventy billion... a hundred billion! And it was just beginning. In a place like the sun, the population far exceeded that of the Flameyellow Continent. A hundred billion was nothing. Soon after the news spread all over the world, his Omnisentient Threads reached three hundred billion in number.