Chapter 2080 - Little Fish’s Future
The crone shed tears. She forgot to resist and instead chose to hug the person by her side, leaving her life for Tianming to reap.
“I’m here,” the old man chuckled and hugged her back.
They had admitted defeat.
There was no resistance as the Grand-Orient Sword fell from the sky and pierced their bodies, accompanied by the Flint Infernal Impulse. The impulse exploded as the wonderians hugged each other, continuing to stare into each other’s eyes as they fell together. Even death couldn’t separate them. The stone plaques broke before vanishing from existence.
It was over. All that remained were two corpses. No one would believe that the once all-powerful Wonderhaze Suzerain would die in this desolate corner of the universe in their old age.
“Who can you blame when you come for benefits, but die for it?” Such stories existed everywhere, from a city as small as Flamehaven to a universe as large as the astralscape. It was a law of the world that people would die for resources and treasures. The strong ate the weak, but who didn’t want to live with dignity?
Everything Tianming did was driven by his responsibility for two trillion people. He didn’t need to announce the results, the trillion people with Omnisentient Threads did it for him!
Waves of shock filled the sun once more.
“We were right, weren’t we?”
“Those two were even stronger than the Blood Abyss Wargod.”
“But they still died to Tianming. What reason is there to not make him our king?”
Tianming’s number of followers had reached critical mass. Even if he did nothing, new Omnisentient Threads would form just from daily conversations. Future newborns would also grow up hearing his legend and naturally take him as this world’s god!
The momentum of his faith could no longer be stopped.
This battle granted Tianming another two hundred billion Omnisentient Threads, a far cry from his usual gain of tens of millions each time.
“Thank goodness for you, Ling’er. Victory would’ve been uncertain if you hadn’t stopped the Grand Dao Thousand Words.”
“Of course! Now you know to treat me with more respect.” Feiling flew over.
“When have I ever not respected you?” Tianming wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.
“I don’t care. Next time, I’ll be the jailor and you be the prisoner.”
Tianming was speechless. He pinched her cheeks and gave her a glare, then turned toward the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb and shouted, “Little Fish! Little Fish! You’re up, come over!”
Two women stepped out of the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. They were Lin Xiaoxiao and Weisheng Moran. Recently, they had been bored out of their minds. They seemed to be getting along well, so Tianming usually just brought them along for the ride.
“Just go already!” Xiaoxiao pushed her ahead, and Weisheng Moran anxiously stepped forward. She was apprehensive around Feiling and always felt guilty around her for some reason.
“Stop dallying around! Didn’t I already tell you through Yin Chen? These are the best wonders, so it’ll be a huge gain if you can fuse with them!” Tianming pulled her along and brought her to the two suzerains.
“Yes!” Weisheng Moran nodded and shifted her attention to the wonders, avoiding the awkwardness.
“You’re holding her hand.” Feiling revealed an expression that was a smile and not a smile at the same time.
“Huh? I’m just pulling her along…” Tianming said.
“Don’t quibble. Xian Xian already told me. Her notes are already completely full of your wild lifestyle,” Feiling snorted.
“I was framed! Xian Xian is setting me up!” Tianming felt a headache.
“You know best yourself what happened.”
“I promise! I definitely—”
Tianming was just getting anxious when Feiling put a finger on his lips and made him stop. “I’m kidding, I won’t be jealous.”
“Why? I’ll be more scared if you don’t get jealous.”
Feiling tilted her head. “A few days ago, Qing’er said that you’re an emperor now. Usually, they’ll open up a harem and have many children to inherit their mantle and strengthen the clan. She told me to be mentally prepared.”
“Jiang Qingluan is setting me up too!” Tianming wanted to cough out blood.
“Don’t say that, I actually think she makes some sense!” Feiling said.
“What sense? I get a headache when I see women. They’re too troublesome. Anyway, you already satisfy all my fantasies,” Tianming righteously said.
“So Qing’er’s words are wrong?” Feiling said.
“Naturally. Who said kings need many kids. Quality over quantity. Look at the sun emperor. Ten sons but none that matched up to him!”
“That Qing’er! No wonder she said to count her in if you open a harem. She promised to only be there for the benefits and not love you.”
Tianming was speechless.
Feiling giggled, “Alright, alright. I was kidding, I know how you feel.”
“Exactly!” He hurriedly nodded along.
Feiling gave him a look. “After all, there are fifty beauties here, all of them exactly the same. They can keep switching around. I’d be moved too.…”
Tianming looked at the fifty Weisheng Morans that had appeared there. When they were together, he couldn’t even tell which one was the original.
“Others have just twins, but she has fifty! That’s an innate gift, and even I’m moved.” Ying Huo had popped up out of nowhere.
“Get lost!” Tianming grabbed its head and threw it as far as humanly possible.