Thirty million—given just like that.
That was truly generous to an outrageous degree.
Li Tianming knew better than anyone what this matter with Tianjiu meant to the Yanhuang Underworld Clan, yet Mushan Feng had not even furrowed his brow. Such boldness and trust were genuinely rare.
"Putting everything else aside, I owe him a favor for this alone," Li Tianming sighed inwardly.
Most of the time, people said that a man's heart was hidden behind his belly, impossible to see through. Thus, Li Tianming had grown accustomed to remaining wary of others—especially a Yanhuang Underworld Clan powerhouse like Mushan Feng, who was even stronger than the current Starsea Emperor.
But now, the facts proved that his guardedness seemed somewhat lacking in generosity.
Next, he no longer needed to lift a finger. Thousands upon thousands of Yanhuang Underworld Clan members emerged to carry the countless Huan Tian Astral God Origins that had already been finished off, tossing them into the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb.
"Want to go in and have a look around?" Li Tianming invited.
"Sure."
Mushan Feng nodded.
He was currently in that savage state, and his form was not very large. The three of them were all roughly the same size.
Li Tianming led them into the Imperial Tomb, chatting as they wandered around.
"By the way, why did you move the Emperor Star to the Primordial Hengsha? Was it because the Ten Desolations Star furnace wasn't safe?" Mushan Feng asked.
Li Tianming glanced at him and said seriously, "To be honest, I want to take over the Primordial Hengsha and use it as a base for future expansion."
"Take over?" Mushan Feng was slightly startled. "Does the Emperor Star have Eonic God combat power?"
"No. At present, we only have a few peak-level fighters," Li Tianming admitted.