Li Tianming stood in the distance, silently watching it all.
Of course, he could tell that the moment Weisheng Moran struck from below, there was no longer any suspense in this war. The seven-million-strong Thousand Illusion Legion had been left leaderless, trapped inside a God Prison unfamiliar to them. They could not get out, could not win, and their morale had collapsed... Their extermination was only a matter of time.
"Sorry. It is not that I want to destroy you, but that Yuan Hao and Tai Yu are too strong, while my Destiny Imperial Dynasty is too weak! Only by wiping you out can we have the chance to expand and grow stronger..."
This was the path of Li Tianming's cosmic imperial dynasty rising to power. If he truly wanted to become a cosmic emperor, being a saintly mother was impossible. Only sufficient strength could grant everyone a fair destiny. That would be the end point of Li Tianming's struggle.
He did not dare claim that he was certainly right, but at the very least, the people of the current Destiny Imperial Dynasty—whether within the inner world of the God Emperor or here on the Divine Tomb Throne—were, for the most part, better off than before. They had more hope than before...
Every emperor could have their own philosophy.
Li Tianming's philosophy was expansion and conquest, using violent means to forge a flourishing golden age. How could the road to the throne be without bloodshed?
He calmly watched it all!
That Emperor Yu had not even frowned when he sacrificed countless trillions of lives across the entire Divine Tomb Throne in order to wound Yuan Hao. Compared to such so-called emperors, Li Tianming already seemed merciful.
Mercy could not command an army.
The war continued, and so did the slaughter!