Heaven's Mandate Imperial City.
The Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb flew through the air.
Li Tianming brought the three women to bid their final farewells to his family and friends.
There was not really much to say goodbye about. After all, they could see each other often in the Huan Tian Realm.
Li Tianming's main task was to empty out nearly all the cultivation resources on him and leave them on the Sun.
Yu Ziqian sneaked over and pulled him aside, stuffing a spatial ring into his hand.
"Brother! I've pretty much cleaned out the stock. You've got to use them sparingly! There are thirty thousand in total. Be frugal—don't squander them like you used to," Yu Ziqian said with heartache.
"Cut the crap." Li Tianming smacked the back of his head. "It's fine. I refuse to believe the Infinitum Mundus doesn't sell this stuff."
"You don't get it, Brother. This is a Sun specialty! According to the laws of the universe, the more advanced a lifeform is, the harder it is for them to reproduce. If reproduction is already difficult, why would they invent this sort of thing? So the Infinitum Mundus might really not have any! Besides, you don't actually need this stuff. From my estimate, with talent as high as yours—rare under heaven—you're basically destined to die without descendants." Yu Ziqian snickered.
"I'll make your sister die without descendants. Get lost!"
Li Tianming landed a kick squarely on his ass and sent him flying.
He had more or less said everything that needed to be said.
At last, Sovereign Huiyang came forward and asked, "Tianming, Ye Chen asked me to pass on a message. He wants to know whether you can take him along on your trip to the Infinitum Mundus. He says that once he gets there,