"Every Stellar-Moon Holy War, only the descendant who claimed the championship and earned the honor of being the number one genius of the Meteorfall Gods could enter their divine tomb and inherit their Eonic God Tribulation Sea!"
Li Tianming hadn't said this. It was what those ninety-nine people in the Celestial Vault Star Prison had told him. They had described it so clearly because they firmly believed that the number one genius of the Meteorfall Gods under three hundred years old, who was currently absorbing the simulated-image tide, was the person among them most likely to defeat Li Tianming!
If even he had no hope, then they could only leave everything to fate.
"Who's inside? That Momo?" Xianxian asked.
"Yes! The only one at the Sixfold Derivation Realm. I heard he has quite a few tricks," Li Tianming said.
"Though he's at the Sixfold Derivation Realm, if we ambush him again, our chances are still pretty good," White Night snarled.
Li Tianming asked Silver Dust, then said, "No rush. Taking down these ninety-nine people took less than a third of the time I expected. On the Warheaven Divine Citadel side, Fen Tianhe hasn't led his people out yet. I still have time. This time, there's no need to take risks."
His actions in this Gods' Graveyard were extraordinarily dangerous; not a single mistake could be made. That was precisely why Li Tianming had left this "Momo" until last. He feared that if he couldn't utterly crush him, he would have a chance to send a message.
Never mind victory or defeat—just letting him get the news out would be fatal.
"Besides, the Celestial Vault Star Prison is nearly full! Our margin for error is getting a little low now," Li Tianming said gravely.
"Then what do we do?" Lanhuang widened