When the Ten Directions Epoch Divine Swords had undergone a hundred simulacrum transformations, Li Tianming had not felt much.
But when they began their two-hundredth simulacrum transformation, his ten tribulation wheels and earth soul all trembled. Even his life soul and heaven soul could clearly sense how different this transformation was.
"The limits of talent definitely do not stop at one hundred!"
Two hundred simulacrum transformations had already surpassed that limit by twice over.
After absorbing the last of the Eonic God tribulation sea, Li Tianming's Ten Directions Epoch Divine Swords rose into the air. Ten glittering giant swords, each hundreds of thousands of meters long, spun overhead and illuminated the entire Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb.
Li Tianming had not concealed any of this from the Nine Heavens Imperial Son beside him. His Astral God Origin had been watching Li Tianming all along. Though the Nine Heavens Imperial Son said nothing, one could well imagine the earth-shaking turmoil in his heart.
Li Tianming had deliberately let him see it.
Some opponents had to be beaten half to death before they would submit.
Others might go soft after nothing more than a good scare.
Compared to the Devilsky, Sin, Moral Divine Arts, and Falling Star Sunset lineages, who prided themselves on civilization, civilization, from another perspective, simply meant they were not vicious enough.
To put it more harshly, their dispositions were comparatively weak.
The Eight Gods had too many enemies. Naturally, Li Tianming had to divide and weaken them. Only by using different methods for different races could he seize the greatest victory at the smallest cost.
"What is this...?"
The Nine Heavens Imperial Son observed Li Tianming's sword-type sentient spirits, his divine sense trembling.
The Ten Directions Epoch Divine Swords were rapidly undergoing simulacrum transformations. Naturally, he could see it.