"Wouldn't that Imperial Heaven-class Illusory God be able to sweep across Darkstar?"
To be honest, Li Tianming's heart pounded.
He truly was tempted.
But upon careful thought, there were twenty-nine cities, each stronger than the last.
At present, he could at most reach the eleventh city.
With his current strength, it was definitely impossible to clear them all.
Besides, how could one inherit an Illusory God within the Huan Tian Realm, and how could it be transferred onto Li Tianming's real body?
That was unrealistic as well.
Whether it was a trap was hard to say.
Thus, although the words "Imperial Heaven-class" had stirred Li Tianming's emotions for ten breaths, he quickly calmed down.
From then on, the old man's voice from the Ruins of Return never sounded again.
"An Imperial Heaven-class Illusory God... if I could really obtain one, that would be... damn awesome!"
With that thought in mind, Li Tianming left the Sky Battlefield.
He returned to Darkstar!
The moment he got back, Jiang Feiling told him that Lin Xiao and the others were looking for him at the Ancestral Hall.
"Go on, quickly."
Jiang Feiling said softly.
"Wait, let me smell you first."
Li Tianming leaned close to her and took a long breath.
"Fucking fragrant," he sighed.
"Does it smell like a Huan Tian Sprite?"
Jiang Feiling asked with a half-smile.
"Haha, everyone, look at this guy. He's jealous of a pile of divine patterns, isn't he? How novel."
Li Tianming laughed awkwardly.
Nearby, Lin Xiaoxiao and Weisheng Moran both pretended not to hear, concentrating on their cultivation.
"Go, go!"
Only after Jiang Feiling shoved him did he run outside.
"Grandpa, Grandma, Grandpa Xiong, Uncle Changkong, Uncle Chongyao..."
The moment Li Tianming arrived, he hurriedly greeted every one of them.
It couldn't be helped—they were