"The root of stellar source warfare is stellar sources. You possess this mobile fortress capable of opening the Yanhuang Divine Path. As long as you do not die, you will never lose! The Eight Gods will never be able to remove this thorn in their eye, this splinter in their flesh." Standing before the Imperial Tomb, the Hierarch spoke to Li Tianming in profound shock.
"Not a bad realization." Li Tianming laughed.
It was clear that, at the very least, these ninety million people were willing to die for Tianjiu.
"One more question." The Hierarch took a deep breath, seeming somewhat nervous.
"You want to ask whether you can live on Emperor Star?" Li Tianming asked.
"Mm!" The Tianjiu Hierarch nodded.
They were wanderers now. They yearned too desperately for a stable homeland. Though they were willing to fight for Tianjiu, they still had no base, no home.
Without a home, no matter how strong an army was, it drifted rootlessly, without true faith.
Li Tianming did not make him wait long. He laughed heartily and said, "I once promised the Yanhuang Underworld Clan that I would let them become part of Emperor Star. And now that you Illusory God cultivators are willing to fight for me, I naturally will not treat you poorly. Emperor Star is vast beyond measure. At any time, it welcomes non-Yanhuang starry sky races like you to join us in creating a great homeland where the starry sky coexists in harmony."
Upon hearing this, the Tianjiu Hierarch and the ten Protectors became wildly excited, even welling up with tears.
"Thank you!"
The Hierarch looked at Li Tianming with utmost solemnity. "You are a straightforward man. On that point alone, our ancestors were absolutely right to favor you."
Li Tianming smiled.
Who was favoring whom?
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