Chapter 1846 - Illuminating the Skydragon Palace
No one could connect with the stars. However, Tianming felt the pulse of this fiery star through his Omnisentient Threads. It didn’t belong to the celestial orderians alone, but also to the Myriad Solar Sects. As the leader of the Myriad Solar Sects, he should replace the Sky Palace and control half of the sun. Only when one bore the weight would they know the rage. Tianming’s heart resonated with the nova source through the vibration of the star. Between the fierce beats, he felt a sense of honor that made his scalp tingle.
"This sword strike was born to disperse all peril, to split the darkness so the light shines in! Apart from the final attack, it’s the essence of the Ninedragon Tribulation." The resonance brought about an epiphany. As thoughts and sword intent enveloped his heart, many people flashed through his mind and finally settled on Li Wudi. Scenes from their last encounter came to mind.
"Godfather, after fourteen years of perseverance, you’ll finally have some peace and quiet. This time, I won't let you die no matter what!" Roaring at the top of his lungs, Tianming struck with his sword. Skydragon, Skysword Apotheosis! Sword ki erupted, astralforce merged with the monstrous sword intent, and the boundless power formed a huge sword. It was as if an enormous horn had sprouted from the dragon-shaped mountain, reaching into the fiery clouds above. The ringing of the sword resounded throughout the Myriaddragon Mountains. Everyone looked up at the sky, only to see a gaping hole had been torn in the sea of flames like a wound which had yet to heal.
Tianming was the only one who could see it clearly. A large area of the fiery clouds had been shattered by his sword. Under the impact of that destructive attack, even the power of the nova source had dissipated. And he hadn’t even used his totems or the power of his believers.
"It’s powerful." Because he understood the Ninedragon Tribulation, he could see that this single strike alone was stronger than the previous seven combined. It was an attack made entirely for killing. Skysword Apotheosis—complete destruction!
"I have Ling'er to thank for this epiphany." Without personally experiencing it, he wouldn’t have known what effect a lovely, gentle, and sweet partner could have on his cultivation. Sure enough, men and women complemented each other. The significance of mastering this sword strike lay not only in its power, but also in the control of the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. He couldn't wait, and felt a little anxious.
"Will I be able to upgrade the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb?" Any disadvantage of the tomb compared to the Divine Sun Palace was a disadvantage of the Myriad Solar Sects as a whole. It would be great news if he could change that.
Although he was excited, Tianming was patient, especially after having gone through so much. After all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment if he were to fail. So he took a deep breath and regained his composure. "I didn't expect my Lifesbane Will would grow with the mastery of this sword. I should be able to break through to the fourth level of the Solar stage."
He remained on Great Saintdragon Peak, absorbing the sun’s nova source. The power of the star’s nova source could cause a fiery disposition. Over the past few days, his Imperial and Lifesbane Wills had improved; as expected, he smoothly became a fourth-level solarian.
"Fourth level! Even without Omnisentient Threads, my strength should have surpassed Aunt Ying.” An improvement in his physique was true progress. Although the Omnisentient Threads in Orderia were more stable than those of Violetglory, Tianming couldn’t guarantee that they would never disappear. If he failed, he might no longer be their king.
"I mustn’t rely on Omnisentient Threads. Every emperor must be strong on their own!" Ignoring his own cultivation would be putting the cart before the horse.
Long Wanying and the Saintdragon Emperor happened to head up the mountain together. They had been attracted by the commotion, and also wanted to ascertain the Divine Sun Palace’s movement.
"Is it on the move?"
"No." If it did move, Yin Chen would immediately inform him.
"I wonder what the sun emperor is doing in there? Is he creating some new weapon to give us a fatal blow?" Long Wanying dejectedly asked.
"Yin Chen can't enter the Divine Sun Palace." Tianming shook his head. They had no way of knowing what the sun emperor was up to.
"By the way, you were just.…" Long Wanying looked at him. She could naturally see certain changes in Tianming. "It's strange. You seem calmer than before. Are you also stronger?" Tianming was their hope. As long as he was improving, it was great news.
"You can say that." Tianming smiled. "Come with me to the tomb, I’m going to try something."
"Try what?"
"You'll know when we get there."
"Why all the secrecy?"
With that, they flew down from Great Saintdragon Peak. At that moment, sixty million warriors were assembled in the tomb, ready to attack at any time. The army was composed of the remaining Fushens from the last battle, as well as ten million from the Ninedragon Army stationed in the Myriaddragon Mountains. Most of them were Tianming’s believers.
"Imperialdragon Princeps!"
"First Alliance Leader!"
Tianming’s presence naturally caused a stir. They all enthusiastically looked at him. Amidst the darkness, Tianming was their dawn. Smiling, he headed to the Skydragon Palace with the Saintdragon Emperor and Long Wanying. It was the second to last palace. In the dark hall, Tianming pulled out the wardrum formation with a black, nine-headed dragon on the surface. In his hand were eight drumsticks, seven of which he had used. The remaining one corresponded to the skydragon.
"It’s the last one. How will I light it after I master the ninth sword strike?" He gave the question little thought. Perhaps he would know the answer after mastering the ninth move. After all, there was a nine-headed black dragon on the drum.
"Tianming?!" As soon as they noticed his actions, their faces were filled with surprise.
Tianming nodded, "Don't be too happy just yet. I'm not sure if it’ll do anything."
"Alright." In order not to disturb him, they held their breaths and stood as far away as possible.
Taking out the skydragon drumstick, Tianming set up the black wardrum. Having just learned the eighth sword strike, he wasn’t completely proficient in it yet. After a long period of contemplation, he used the drumstick to execute the Skydragon Apotheosis.
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