Chapter 3885 - A Secret of the Flameyellow

"I know your targets are Mo Tu and Tong Zhi. Once you kill them, you can go to the Wondersky and Wargod Haven to save your slave race." Yue Mo’s voice was cold and chilling.

Tianming said nothing.

"Li Tianming... you’re a fine seedling. I feel like you aren’t even a member of the slave race. So, have you truly thought it through? If you’re willing to join any of the Eightpart Pantheons, what awaits you might be a meteoric rise. But if you foolishly choose to side with a race of slaves, then I can only say you’re intentionally turning your back on wealth and glory, choosing instead to wallow in misery, death, grief, separation, and misfortune. You still have a choice—think carefully." Yue Mo’s voice carried a trace of amusement, and his dark red eyes flowed over Tianming.

"You’re just a tiny third-level cosmic god from a maniverse-class world. You might be impressive here, but in the Ninefold Hellstar, you’re just a nobody. What makes you think you can lecture me?" Tianming sneered.

Yue Mo chuckled, then fell silent. After a slow shake of his head, his gaze turned as cold as hell itself. He said, "You have no idea how ridiculous what you’re doing is. Every fortuna-class world has slaves. So you saved the slaves of the Midsky Tristars. Now what? Where will you take them? The Midsky Tristars belong to the Eightpart Pantheons. Even if you temporarily seize the worldcores, someone will soon come to reset them. The cosmic gods who come will be far beyond your imagination. You speak for the slaves, but you have nowhere to go. Will you conquer every fortuna-class world? Fool! The more havoc you cause, the more the other slaves on other stars will suffer. Heh...."

𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He spoke the truth.

Even if one could save the Midsky Tristars, could they save the entire world? It was indeed a problem staring Tianming in the face. But he had already asked himself that exact question countless times, and the answer was simple: without starting, there could be no end.

The Midsky Tristars were just the beginning.

In the future, Tianming might choose different strategies to save others, and he might not pick such a blunt method, but his core intent would never change! He was the prince of the sky plunderers and a flameyellow descendant. How could he abandon his people?

Yue Mo’s attempts to shake Tianming’s confidence did nothing. He simply stared at him with his gold and black eyes, his message clear: you move, and I’ll move too!

"Chief Yue Mo! Hurry up and take him down! I’ll deal with Long Xing!" came Mo Tu’s explosive roar from behind Tianming. He and Long Xing were fighting with heaven-shaking intensity, explosions ringing out nonstop.

Tianming’s situation looked truly dangerous.

However, Yue Mo stared at Tianming. He took a deep breath and suddenly laughed. "I’d prepared a starspanning devilvine to bleed you a little, but thinking about it... what does your chaos have to do with me? Better to not damage my little babies."

After speaking, he glanced at Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Xiao looked back, then bowed her head. "I’ll follow the chief."

"Well, if the stars align, we’ll meet again my new friend!" Yue Mo casually tossed the hot potato, the Worldgazer Skyeye, toward Tianming. Then the Crimson Crescent soared into space.

Yue Mo abandoned Mo Tu just like that, leaving as easily as he had come.

Clearly, he’d had the upper hand and could possibly save Mo Tu, even if he couldn’t kill Tianming. However, he didn’t want to risk it. He had realized that taking down Tianming would be much harder than expected, so he decisively gave up. He was a pure self-serving pragmatist, unwilling to act if there was no benefit.

His departure was exactly what Mo Tu had feared the most. With Yue Mo gone, Mo Tu was in dire straits. If Tianming joined the assault, his death would be certain!

"Stop!" Mo Tu growled. He had realized that Tianming was the one calling the shots. While backing away, he said, "I surrender! I’m willing to swear a heavenly oath and give you the worldcore of Wargod Haven. I’ll also help you save your slave race!"

Long Xing halted. He was clearly unsatisfied but turned to ask, "What do you think?"

Tianming glanced at Mo Tu, his gaze resting on his hell-ring. A cold sneer curled his lips as he said, "We could get everything you promised just by killing you. Why should I spare you?"

Long Xing’s gaze toward Tianming grew even more passionate. He didn’t want to spare Mo Tu, either. He had a deep grudge against the man.

"Li Tianming, you’re crossing the line!" Mo Tu was furious, but reality forced him to suppress it. His voice softened and he continued, "State your demands!"

"Oh? Then I want the lives of all in Wargod Haven who possess hell-rings, including yours." Tianming coldly declared.

"Dream on!" Mo Tu’s face twitched in disbelief.

"Dreaming? Heh...." Tianming just coldly laughed while Long Xing and the violet titanic dragon resumed their fierce assault. For the sake of Eighth, he wouldn’t let a single hell-ring bearer survive. The same went for Wondersky Haven. For Weisheng Moran, every wonderian cosmic god would have to die.

"Brother Long Xing, pick up the pace or I’ll join in," Tianming icily said, his eyes fixed on Mo Tu.

"You!! There’s really no room to negotiate?" Mo Tu desperately asked.

Tianming gave no reply, and Long Xing, fired up by his words, exploded in power alongside his violet titanic dragon. Though both combatants were second-level cosmic gods, the might of the flameyellow divinities had fully erupted!

Mo Tu was forced back into the Starmoon Guard Formation. His roars turned to curses, then to begging, and finally, he was crushed by Long Xing.

A black cosmic god essence appeared before Tianming. He rushed forward and devoured the butchering ghoul first. The gray coffin inside him quivered a few times in satisfaction, like a chubby little glutton.

Mo Tu still wasn’t dead and continued begging; the eerie disappearance of his ghoul only made his terror worse.

But Tianming didn’t waste any more words. While using the Grand-Orient Sword to play “split the watermelon” with the giant sphere, he piloted the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb toward Wondersky Haven.

There were still many wonderian cosmic gods there!

"Let’s see if they can run fast enough...."

At that moment, the golden lightning bull-headed spectre, Qiu Yuan’s cosmic god essence, suddenly cried out in despair, “Li Tianming! Spare my life and I’ll tell you a secret about the flameyellow divinities!"