Ninety-nine genius Meteor Star Gods, all reduced to mangled corpses—secured!
The Eonic God Tribulation Sea's simulacrum tide, along with all the Eonic God heavenly souls—secured as well!
Aside from the Eonic God corpses that could not be moved for the time being, Li Tianming had nearly picked the Gods' Graveyard clean of every cultivation resource.
"You really are like a rat that got into a granary and lay there eating it empty!" Yinghuo said in astonishment.
Buzz!
Li Tianming rose to his feet, the power of his Zhou Tian Starsea swirling around him.
"Although I don't have the power of the masses, the feeling of breaking through in my own realm is just wonderful. Not the slightest bit hollow."
Li Tianming was already looking forward to his Derivative Realm!
"I hope the Derivative Realm can raise the upper limit of the power of the masses' thoughts."
Having reached the Supreme Perfection, there was only one final step remaining in Li Tianming's plan for the Gods' Graveyard: he needed to learn a top-tier sword art to make up for his current lack of cultivation techniques and battle arts, one that could complement his overwhelmingly powerful twenty-eight-layer Consciousness God simulacrum!
"Every gravestone in the Gods' Graveyard contains an inheritance of cultivation techniques and battle arts. There must be one that suits me..." Li Tianming emerged from this tomb chamber and looked toward the deepest reaches of the mountains and ravines. The gravestone belonging to the "Star Emperor" rose proudly there, majestic and domineering!
"A two-thousand-meter-tall gravestone means this Star Emperor was also two thousand meters tall. That must have been an insanely powerful Eonic God, right? I wonder what grade the cultivation technique and battle art he left behind is?" Li Tianming's gaze shifted as he dragged the stuffed Skyvault Star Prison