This time was even easier than last time!
Because they had seen with their own eyes Li Tianming kill Zhantian Le, whom they feared and hated!
And because Long Qian and more than five million of their compatriots had already gathered around Li Tianming, placing all their hopes upon him.
From this moment on, Li Tianming was no longer alone!
He was the embodiment of a Lineage's will!
When he felt fresh golden-black sentient threads, each like a divine dragon, connecting to his will, the fury in his mind surged higher as well.
These were countless scenes of grief and indignation, countless brutal facts. Every Yanhuang descendant's heart was shrouded in gloom.
That gloom poured into Li Tianming's heart, crushing him until he could barely breathe and making him feel pain.
"Why are you crying...?"
Weisheng Moran stared blankly at the young man whose eyes had turned red around the rims.
"No, it's nothing."
Li Tianming turned away and looked toward the incomparably dark world of the Upper Star Ruins!
His eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was enduring an unimaginable storm of gloom.
The power of every sentient thread did not come for free, because it needed fury and hatred to sustain it. They were like volcanoes piling up upon Li Tianming's body, heart, and life soul, entering every stellar particle.
Countless images flashed through his mind!
It was as though he had experienced it all himself—oppressed, suppressed, humiliated time and time again...
This was not merely the fate of one generation, but of thousands upon thousands of generations. At this moment, Li Tianming was like a volcano of pain!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He hammered the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb, and the entire Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb shook with a thunderous roar!
"It's okay, it's okay..."
Weisheng Moran grabbed