Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 1133

Chapter 1133 - Weapon of Omnisentient Life

Just yesterday, Tianming had absorbed the power from his subjects near the Kilostar Domain to slaughter tens of thousands of divine moonrace, and even eliminated all seven of Sovereign Xi's totems. The entire time he was fighting Bodhi, he was biding his time by relying on the towers for this very moment.
When the moon finally sank low enough, the power of his subjects finally surged into his albi through his Omnisentient Threads. Almost immediately, power burst forth in his body. Everyone connected to him was watching the moon's rapid descent. Their cries of panic and despair rang in his ears as the ground beneath them cracked open, separating them from their loved ones. The cities they were in were ruins of rubble. Tidal waves were going wild at the coasts and storms and twisters ravaged the continent, drawing in countless people and beasts.
The fall of the Divine Moon Realm had put every single one of the continent’s residents in danger. Death was looming over them and they could die at any time. Everyone well knew that once the collision occurred, the Flameyellow Continent would no doubt be reduced to ash, wiping out countless years of history. The only thing they could do now was fervently place their hopes in their emperor, Tianming, hoping that they could triumph with him through their mutual connection. When they felt Tianming drawing power from them, they fervently committed to it and prayed, seemingly setting the entire continent alight with their passion.
"Aaaaah!" They channeled all the energy they had skyward toward the shining point above, the object of their worship, a true divine incarnate! "Human Emperor!" Those words were the only ones that kept their courage from crumbling in their struggle against fate. At that moment, it was as if they were all standing hand in hand, ready to use their own bodies to stop the falling moon.
The will of the countless people was energy that fed into Tianming’s very soul. Countless souls resonated, gathering together and coursing through the dense Omnisentient Threads that linked them to him, allowing him to resonate as well, far more than the time he was slaughtering the invaders before this. This was a will to survive the end of their lives, homes, and everything as they knew it. It was an immeasurable force of spirit that soared through the skies of the continent.
"We will not die!"
The Omnisentient Threads allowed many of them to see the true nature of the starry sky, and the realization of how miniscule they were in the grand scheme of things only made them stronger. Tianming could hear all of their voices through the Omnisentient Threads. They were all familiar faces, placing their hopes into their emperor. At that moment, Tianming came to understand one thing: "I am their weapon!"
The relationship between a ruler and their subjects wasn't that of master and slave. Instead, both sides were extensions of the same body. He was the incarnation of their collective will, just like Bodhi's blood was the collective will of his forebears. The Flameyellow Continent had far too many people, and their combined force of will was not to be underestimated.
A ruler is merely the executor of the subjects' will. Wielding the mandate to use their power, I’m being directed by them to tear apart the chains of fate! This time around, I'm not just the one saving them. They’re all playing a part in saving themselves!
The sudden insight was far too important to Tianming, being the core principle of his Imperial Will. As the weapon of omnisentient life, if he misunderstood the nature of the relationship and became a tyrant that abandoned his people, his divine will would crumble for real. But now the resonance was resulting in even more growth of his divine will, reinforcing the Grand-Orient Swords in his albi even more, and allowing him to absorb and control even more of the powerful stellunar source.
All of that had happened within a fraction of time. At the mooncore, he had more than enough stellunar source, allowing him to rapidly grow and refill his albi with astralforce. Not to mention, his bane-rings were now filled with power from the Omnisentient Threads. He used his totemic calamity, Myriadsword Providence!
Tianming may have temporarily lost two totems, but the remaining godswords still managed to split into eight thousand providence swords. Each of them was far more powerful than they ever were. Within the confines of the orderian cauldron, all of those swords looked terrifying as they hovered above Bodhi's head.
Tianming and his beasts continued absorbing stellunar source, reaching the boundary of the Octasaint Sky level. However, each moment was one where they risked death. There was no time for them to slowly undergo a metamorphosis. The moment the providence swords manifested, Tianming charged toward the manic Bodhi, stellunar source still filling his body.
Even so, Tianming didn't need to reach the eighth level right now, as his subjects were supporting him. He roared and caused the Purple Tower to appear in every single albus in his body, stabilizing them from the influx of too much power from the Omnisentient Threads.
Bodhi witnessed the whole transformation, not understanding how in the world Tianming could ever get so strong so fast. The sheer number of unknowns was why he had been so careful about Tianming. "It's too bad you're far too late. You'll no longer be able to change anything."
Bodhi continued smiling wickedly, his eyes still bloodshot. The vengeful souls of his forebears still surrounded him and gleefully screeched at Tianming. The Divine Moon Realm was now lower than the Kilostar Domain's former range. Bodhi knew that even if he returned to the formation core now, there was nothing he could do to change the outcome. The sheer amount of energy contained in the mass of the moon itself and its stellunar source was devastating.
"Brace for the glorious sight to come. You can stop now. I’ll allow you to witness the beauty of the ending worlds before helping you on your way to the afterlife." Clutching his face, he began chuckling, then heartily laughing. "Young man, take a breather. Aren't you tired?"
The bloodied Tianming was now surrounded by a sea of swords that all pointed at Bodhi. Each of them seemed like a city that contained millions of people trying to survive. Everyone knew that there was no more time; Tianming ignored what Bodhi had said and locked his eyes on the white specter, intent on nothing but exterminating him for good.
The resonance with the continent rang in his ears as he made his charge. The sound of swords cutting through the air filled the cauldron. Bodhi was fully aware how powerful Tianming was right now, but he failed to understand the point of struggling at this juncture. There was always a limit to how much stronger one could get in a pinch. At the Ascension stage, that little boost shouldn’t matter much, so Bodhi chose to resist Tianming's final assault. He had his own technique that could boost his abilities too.
"Fiendgodmorphize!" Right before the swords reached him, his bones snapped and his body grew to five or six meters in length. His white skin turned silvery and his bald head began contorting into a wolf-like form as his hands sprouted sharp claws to match. He was a humanoid werewolf! This transformation seemed to have greatly strengthened him. The entire time he had been killing the divine moonrace, he had consumed far too many of their bodies, which had in turn nourished him and allowed him to develop a prime form suited for close combat. His entire body was like a divine artifact, both in toughness and in the power that flowed within. He easily tore open the lid of the cauldron with his claw and charged out.
"Stop!"
Tianming gathered his swords and used the Moonnight Subdued Strike, the moves all coagulating into a gigantic formation of swords that rained toward Bodhi.