The First God of Ten Thousand Ages
Chapter 6843

How Can He Not Be Killed? Today, I Want Him Dead

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The former empress spoke up. "Li Tianming, congratulations. You've made tremendous progress in obtaining the imperial inheritance at the heart of this level of the tower. Such progress is absolutely unprecedented."

"Thank you, Ancestors, for imparting the Dao. This disciple merely did his best. As the saying goes, there is always someone better, and there are always greater heights beyond the heavens." Li Tianming respectfully cupped his fists.

"Mm, neither arrogant nor impetuous. He's a good child," said an old man with hair and beard as white as snow.

The instant his voice faded, the scene before Li Tianming vanished like a shattered mirror.

The magnificent palace crumbled before his eyes. Once everything had broken into fragments, all that remained was endless darkness, as though he had fallen into an abyss.

A moment later, Li Tianming's heavenly hun emerged from the heart of the tower and swiftly returned to the astral-stomach in his brain.

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the weak zone of the Illusory Light Sea's illusion. Aurora and the others were guarding his body.

"That was quick this time. Only a hundred years passed," Sui Shen Yao said in surprise.

Li Tianming nodded and smiled confidently. "The method of inheritance was rather special. Although not much time passed, the effect was on a completely different level from before. In terms of the number of Dao lectures alone, it was nearly ten times the total of the lower three levels."

"That powerful? So you comprehended several hundred Great Daos?" Sui Shen Yao's small mouth fell open in disbelief.

"Not bad. I only achieved something that was almost unprecedented, with no one before or after me," Li Tianming said, spreading his hands.

"With a record like that, even the very top geniuses of the Heavenly

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