When Li Tianming emerged from the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb, he could clearly feel that Myriad Dragons Sacred Mountain had become different again.
It was not merely that there were more people.
In everyone's eyes, Li Tianming could see their thirst and confidence for victory, see the blazing battle intent burning within them.
All of it came from the Li Tianming they had "deified."
With this child of fortune among them, rumors that the Order Celestial Clan's "luck had run out" had long spread like wildfire.
As for Li Tianming himself, he still felt much the same as he had on Violetglory Star.
The greater the hopes of the masses he bore, the greater the pressure he carried.
The benefit of this was that he could become stronger.
He would possess the capital to face off against the Sun Emperor.
But the downside was equally obvious.
That was, once he failed or died, Myriad Sects would only collapse completely at an even faster pace.
One could see just how immense the pressure in his heart was at this moment.
The Sun Emperor's brutality, the mystery of whether Li Wudi was dead or alive, and even more terrifyingly, the pressure from Calamity Star Sirius—all of them were great mountains pressing down upon his heart.
Standing atop the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb, Li Tianming looked at the people who held such fervent hopes for him and took a deep breath.
He hid the worries in his heart and put on a smile to face the masses.
"The battle of Fushen Valley was only the beginning. As long as Myriad Sects stands united, we will definitely hold out until the end. We will definitely win."
"Yes!"
With those words from him, the people's faith grew even stronger.
With this achievement, Li Tianming had