"I know your targets are Motu and Tongzhi. Kill them, and you can go to the Huan Tian Divine Palace and the Battle Heaven Divine Palace to save your slave race." The Moon Devil's voice was cold and eerie.
Li Tianming said nothing.
"Li Tianming... you're a rather promising seedling. I don't think you're a slave at all. So have you really thought this through? If you're willing to join any one of the Eight Gods, perhaps a meteoric rise awaits you. But if you insist on mindlessly choosing to stand with a race of slaves, then all I can say is that you truly have it in for wealth and glory. You insist on keeping company with misfortune—misery, death, grief, broken families, and scattered loved ones! All that awaits you is an endless abyss. You'd best think this over carefully. If you choose now, you still have a chance." There was laughter in the Moon Devil's voice as his dark-red eyes drifted over Li Tianming.
"You're nothing more than a tiny third-order Eonic God from a myriad-cosmos-level world. You may be impressive here, but on the Ninefold Hell Star, you're just a minor character. What right do you have to lecture me?" Li Tianming sneered.
"Haha..." The Moon Devil laughed speechlessly. He shook his head for a long while, and his gaze slowly turned into hell. "You have no idea how pointless what you're doing is. Every creation-class world in the Upper Star Ruins has slave races. You saved the slaves of the three Zhongtian stars, but where can you take them? The three Zhongtian stars are the territory of the Eight Gods. You may have taken away their world cores for now, but people above will soon come and forge new ones. Those Eonic Gods are far stronger