"My brother?" Mushan Xue smiled faintly. "He already told me about it just now."
"He knows too? That news traveled fast..." Li Tianming asked, "What did he say to you?"
"My brother said that as long as the Xiaxu Star Eye no longer functions, they can emerge from the Ancestral Nether Realm and make their move." Mushan Xue's eyes burned with excitement. Clearly, to her, this was a thrilling matter for the Yanhuang Nether Clan.
For generation after generation, they had lived within the Ancestral Realm. It was not a world suited to them, and they had paid far too much for it, with successive generations surviving in a world without daylight.
In the current Upper Star Ruins, aside from the Primeval Stellar Desert, everything belonged to the Eight Gods. If they wanted to leave the Ancestral Realm, the Primeval Stellar Desert was their only foothold. Otherwise, they would have to face the stormy onslaught of the Eight Gods head-on.
Li Tianming's appearance with the Emperor Star was undoubtedly charcoal sent in the snow.
"So you mean he's already prepared to come help me?" Li Tianming smiled.
"I talk to them every day about how wonderful the Emperor Star is. How could they not be anxious? But my brother also told me to scold you. He said there was one thing you handled badly." Mushan Xue said seriously.
"What was it?" Li Tianming froze.
"My brother said that once you gained control of the Xiaxu Barrier, you should have told them earlier so they could make plans in advance. Even if you wanted to replicate a dog-beating-behind-closed-doors operation, it could have been far more effective." Mushan Xue relayed.
"You mean your brother thinks that ten billion Eight Gods Eonic God troops are still too few?" Li Tianming asked in surprise.