Chapter 4157 – The City of White Jade

Jadeglow Haven was a snow-white fortuna-class world ten times the size of Ebonia. An invasion had temporarily broken its concealment formation, making it shine like a pearl in the night sky.

At that moment, the Tian Jiu Cult controlled Jadeglow Haven and didn’t care if its location was exposed. To them, this was just an island to temporarily anchor and replenish their astralships with nova source.

Moreover, to these cosmic gods who were hundreds or even thousands of meters tall, a fortuna-class world did not even feel particularly large.

Within Jadeglow Haven, there was a city named Jadeglow Mound. Fantastical and dreamlike, it was entirely white, as if it were sculpted from white jade.

It was also currently the temporary base of Tian Jiu Cult’s core cosmic gods. Ninety million cosmic gods were spread around Jadeglow Mound, standing by at all times!

The black-and-white Tian Jiu Cult’s pope and the Ten Paladins were in the middle of a secret meeting.

“Pope, the above was the full report regarding the recent incident at the Grand Jiang.” Mo Lingji prostrated before the pope and spoke respectfully. Her seven-thousand-meter figure curved like a winding mountain range, rising and falling. The other paladins naturally didn’t dare to look much and most of them turned their heads away.

However, seven of the Ten Paladins were women.

“Mhm.” The pope nodded after listening. While gesturing for Mo Lingji to sit, he swept his gaze over the others and asked, “What are your opinions on the Grand Jiang and Li Tianming?”

Everyone looked at each other. In the end, they unanimously said, “We will follow the pope’s will in everything!”

“Wow, that was amazingly useless.” The pope glared at them, then said casually, “After this upheaval, the factions within the Primordial Sands have become clear. We already knew that after one failure, Empress Xia would take reckless risks, so things reaching this stage was foreseeable. It’s just a pity we couldn’t capture a maniverse-class world beforehand.”

“Fortunately, the pope wisely ordered a timely retreat. At least we preserved our army. What comes next will be the true era of chaos in the Primordial Sands, and that army will be critical,” Mo Lingji said.

“Our attacks on Grand Feng and Grand Jiang both failed, all because of Li Tianming. Without him, we might already have nothing left to worry about.” A yellow-coloured cosmic god named Xing Yuantian said coldly.

“Whose interests does that brat represent? The flameyellow voidkin? Or his own? What is his real connection with the kunlan primalwingers?”

The Ten Paladins began discussing with furrowed brows.

“It actually no longer matters. Once the Eightpart Pantheons descend, we will both be victims.” The pope said.

“Are you suggesting there’s still a possibility of us and him joining hands?” Mo Lingji asked.

“If nothing unexpected happened, he should already be on the way.” The pope looked up at the starry sky and spoke lightly.

“Then we...” The eyes of the Ten Paladins flashed.

“We’ll play it by ear.” The Tian Jiu Cult pope stood with hands behind his back, his black-and-white eyes incomparably deep.

Just as he finished speaking, someone entered. “Report. Pope, Li Tianming’s imperial-class ship is outside requesting entry.”

“So fast? How many people are inside? Has anyone shown themselves?” Mo Lingji asked.

“Unknown, no one has shown themselves. But it seems he intends to fly straight inside,” the messenger replied.

Mo Lingji raised her brows. She had once been beaten by Tianming, so she naturally felt displeased and asked, “Does he not fear we’ll seize his astralship?”

“Mo Lingji, this fortuna-class astralguard formation cannot stop an imperial-class ship,” Xing Yuantian said coldly.

“Obviously.” Mo Lingji glanced at the pope and said, “What I mean is that the pope could perhaps suddenly strike during negotiations and capture his astralship. Summoning his army of ghouls must take time. If he’s this close, he might not have the chance to block the pope’s attack.”

For a moment, everyone turned to look at the pope.

“Receive the guest first,” the pope spoke authoritatively. He soared into the sky, stirring up a storm of black and white as he rushed toward the city outskirts. He directly opened the astralguard formation, allowing the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb to descend before him and the Ten Paladins!

“What a terrifying astralship...” The Ten Paladins looked at each other, their faces all betraying longing.

“This brat truly has guts!” They watched with scorching gazes as the gates of the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb opened. A ‘tiny’ person no more than a thousand meters tall exited, not hesitating to come to the pope!

The two sides were now within arm’s reach. Tianming smiled, looking very relaxed.

Such an attitude naturally conveyed a message. Whether it was bluffing or true confidence depended on how they chose to interpret it.

“Welcome.” The pope smiled.

“Greetings, Pope.” Tianming glanced around and said, “Time is short, shall we talk here?”

“Sure.” The pope also smiled.

However, behind him, the Ten Paladins wore less friendly expressions. In the eyes of most of Tian Jiu Cult’s army, Tianming was the culprit behind the disaster that was both their campaigns.

Tianming got straight to the point. He clasped his hands and said, “You all should have heard that Empress Xia is building the Xiavoid Stareye to summon the Eightpart Pantheons. You should also know that I already slew the Eightpart Pantheons’ lackeys on Grand Jiang. As such, I will lead Grand Jiang, Chen, and Lin of the Kunlan primalwingers into a life-and-death struggle with the Eightpart Pantheons and their horde of lapdogs.”

“Your boundless courage has nothing but my praise.”

“Then, what about you all?” Tianming asked.

“Us?” The pope pointed at the city behind him. “Jadeglow Haven is a most stunning place. Our hearts have found peace here and we see it as our new home. We will not take part in the struggle over the Primordial Sands.”

Hearing this, Tianming shook his head with a smile. “It seems the pope has no thought of joining hands. Then I won’t waste time. From now on, each side will fight on their own.”

The pope looked at him profoundly. “Join hands to resist? Do you even know, once the Eightpart Pantheons set their sights here, the number of troops they deploy will have no limit.”

“Of course I know. But what of it? If the enemy is strong, does that mean we can simply not fight? That’s not for us to decide.” Tianming said.

“Of course it can be decided.” The pope smiled faintly. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but we have already decided to surrender to the Eightpart Pantheons, and in fact, we have received their approval.”

“Does the pope think I'm ignorant as I’m not a local? You all worship Tian Jiu, while this generation of wonderians sees Tian Jiu as a calamity. If they come here, you’re a prime target.” Tianming chuckled.