Chapter 3818 - Repay Them Hundredfold

Then again, who else did they have to blame when they were the ones too immersed in absorbing simulacra tides?

"Zhantian Feng and the others were defeated by me using omnisentient power, so those fights aren't good frames of reference either. It looks like the longer fights I've had with Xing Baizhan and Luori Guiyang reflect my actual combat capabilities more accurately." If Tianming used that as a benchmark, he would probably have a real chance of fighting against Mo Mo openly, not that he gave him a chance to.

Having almost constantly crushed so many geniuses of the Eightpart Pantheons, he ran the risk of underestimating them. However, he knew that without omnisentient power and the surprise attacks that he was able to launch in the divine tomb, he wouldn't be able to fight that well unless the stars aligned perfectly. His own cultivation level, battle techniques, and totem simulacra were still crucial.

By then, Mo Mo finally understood what was happening after his body had been completely crushed. He had accepted his current situation calmly and didn't feel too torn about it for now. "Li Tianming, you didn't dare to kill us, yet you captured so many of us. But all of that is pointless if you can't leave the divine tomb."

"You don't need to worry about that," Tianming said. Xian Xian kept them subdued the whole time while Tianming dipped his totems into the cosmic tribulation sea of the astral emperor. There were still eighty percent of the simulacra tides left. The moment his totems entered the sea, Tianming's eyes lit up.

"What a great boost!" His decapath era godswords' simulacra seemed to be rising. The simulacra tides of the strongest cosmic god worked really well.

"Kill him!" Mo Mo roared as he struggled to piece his torn body back together.

"Kill who?" Xian Xian let out another burst of Quadform Radixbreath into the Skydome Prison, causing another wave of agonized cries to ring out.

"Mo Mo, what do we do?" asked the other geniuses.

"This lowly slave launched sneak attacks on all of us! He's far too shameless!" Their rage was palpable.

"What can we do?" Mo Mo took a deep breath and said, "Don't panic, everyone! Trust in our seniors and the Midsky Tristars. Have faith in the Eightpart Pantheons!"

"That's all we can do for now..."

"Sigh!" Their expressions were completely crestfallen.

"Don't worry. This rat has stolen far too many things. The mass of what he stole is far beyond his means to carry. He was far too greedy and wanted far too many things! That will only increase the risk that he will be discovered. Sooner or later, he will die a horrible death from his greed. Just watch, everyone!" Mo Mo's expression was already turning incredibly hideous at the sight of Tianming sucking away all his simulacra tides.

"What if Jiu Jue betrayed us and let him out just like that?"

"That's impossible. Jiu Jue is a guardian from my clan, and I understand him. He would never do that. This brat must've come in using some method unique to him, which must be related to how he's able to take control of our ancestral hearts. What we must do now is survive and bring news of this back outside so that our senior will get enough information to research how he did what he did. This will depend on whether he'll be able to leave with all of us in tow," Mo Mo said as he looked at Tianming with his torn-up eyeballs.

"If he fills up his belly too much, he'll risk getting discovered more easily!" Xing Hui said, eyes seething hatefully. All they could do now was pray.

Tianming had finished absorbing the simulacra tides of the emperor. Looking at his bane-rings, he felt rather satisfied. "My simulacra finally caught up to Godfather's. I should have the highest simulacra of everyone here in Starmoon Haven too, right?"

It was a jackpot! Bai Ye said, "They're all praying that you won't be able to leave with all of them in tow."

"Well, they guessed right," Tianming said with a cold chuckle. It wasn't too hard to come in alone with his Sky Plundering Arm, but leaving with so many was ten thousand times harder. A single arm simply wouldn't do it, and Tianming was still considering how he could deal with this situation. "I shouldn't sit around while I think."

Tianming took the caeli of the astral emperor as well as the filled Skydome Prison and rushed out of the burial room. He looked like an ant dragging a ball around. "Just you wait, I'll grow to ten meters in no time."

"So what? That's like an ant growing to the size of a bird," Ying Huo said.

"With my 30-fold simulacrum, my tiny sword that's less than two meters is already enough to pierce through a hundred-meter astral gods. That's impressive enough, surely?"

Soon, he exited the burial room and reached the gigantic tombstone of Astral Emperor Yunxing Mo. The ten majestic stargates looked as if they were really there, exuding a powerful pressure on him. It was as if the galaxy was pouring out from them, making for quite the enchanting sight. Suddenly, he made his way to one of the stargates that was gray and black in color.

"What's he planning to do?" Fu Lin asked.

"Surely, he can't be trying to learn the high-imperial-class battle technique left behind by the astral emperor, right?"

"Maybe he's just paying homage to it?"

Mo Mo gave it a look and calmly said, "Stop overthinking it. He doesn't have the bloodline of the Starfall Pantheon. He wouldn't be able to learn anything, even if it's any random maniverse-class technique in the divine tomb. The ancestors have installed anti-theft formation locks, and those are no joke. These legacies are top secrets. If any random person was able to learn it, then they wouldn't be precious legacies that make up our foundation at all!"

"That's true," Xing Hui said.

"This brat has far too many tricks up his sleeve to the point that we got terrified. We were constantly panicking as he touched more and more things.... Sigh...." Fu Lin sounded incredibly melancholic.

"It's fine. Whatever he has swallowed, he'll have to vomit them all back up and repay them a hundredfold!" Mo Mo said hatefully.

"The fact that he's still wasting time here proves that Mo Mo is right. He's unable to leave at all. That's why he's dragging things out until his doom comes."

The discussion continued as Tianming stretched his back arm out to touch the gray-black stargate. "Ninefold Hellstar, descend!"

His caelum was abruptly pulled into the depths of the galaxy until a huge black maniverse-class world appeared before him. Tianming's eyes narrowed unconsciously at this stunning sight. What kind of battle technique of legend was beyond the stargate with a maniverse-class world in it?

He took a deep breath as his caelum entered and left the stargate. What he saw was merely a mental projection rather than the real Ninefold Hellstar, though it felt as if he had truly gone down to a maniverse-class world when he entered it. With a loud thud, he was swallowed up by the massive, black world.

Then, an ancient voice rang in his ears. "Fortunate descendant of the Starfall Pantheon, I am Yunxing Mo, and I will guide you in learning the Desolation Stargate Sword Formation!"

Tianming smiled and nodded. "Yes, I am a top genius of the Starfall Pantheon!"

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