I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Only when the siblings entered the Royal star together did the situation slightly improve.

Now, with Dongfang Haoyue about to enter the Celestial Stele Secret Realm, it’s easy to imagine that those enemies lurking in the shadows will seize this golden opportunity, at all costs, to ensure Dongfang Haoyue never leaves the Secret Realm.

Dongfang Haoyue stands within the Dongfang Family’s camp, surrounded by experts, appearing safe, but in reality, the battlefield changes in an instant. Within the Celestial Stele Secret Realm, not only do the Stele Demons roam, but the Beastmen also eye him covetously. Even a Tier Seven or Eight elite can fall with a single misstep.

Moreover, no one can guarantee that the people around Dongfang Haoyue can be trusted.

At times, the most fatal danger comes from those closest to you.

Just like the deal made with Eternal Ice Silkworm Kesler, who hired someone to kill his own brother using the Amber of Space-Time as a bargaining chip.

Thinking of this, Qin Tian looked at Dongfang Haoyue and said gravely, "Stay in contact after entering the Secret Realm."

"Mm."

Dongfang Haoyue nodded slightly, and for some reason, upon hearing Qin Tian’s reminder, the pressure and tension long built up in his heart inexplicably dissipated by more than half.

He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart, this guy, just like A Yu and Ming Yue said, always acts like a stabilizing force, bringing an inexplicable sense of security to those around him.

Zhuge Yu stood to the side, watching the interaction between the two, a trace of seriousness appearing in his originally squinting eyes.

He knew very well what kind of courage and determination Dongfang Haoyue had to muster to embark on this Nine Stars Contest.

Breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats, escaping death by a hair’s breadth isn’t even enough to describe the dire situation he faces.

For Dongfang Haoyue, the Nine Stars Contest is his only chance to turn the tables in a desperate situation, and those lurking enemies know this well. They will surely set traps everywhere, trying every means to keep him in the Secret Realm forever.

They’re few people they can truly trust, and Qin Tian is undoubtedly the most reliable one among them.

The three exchanged a few more words before returning to their respective camps.

Before long, everyone in the Dongfang Family’s camp had arrived.

Boom~

A low, heavy rumbling sound came from the sky.

Everyone looked up to see a gilded airship carved with the Golden Dragon Race’s emblem slowly breaking through the clouds, descending towards the gathering point.

"The Royal Family’s airship has arrived, prepare to board!" the elder of the Dongfang Family commanded loudly.

Members of the Dongfang Family and their subordinates immediately lined up in an orderly fashion and moved towards the airship’s hatch.

Once everyone boarded, the hatch slowly closed, lifting off from the ground and speeding towards the Golden Palace.

The airship flew steadily, and soon, the majestic building that the world watched with attention — the Golden Palace — appeared outside the porthole.

Qin Tian stood by the porthole, his gaze locked below; this was his first time seeing with his own eyes the palace that carried thousands of years of the Empire’s heritage and symbolized supreme power.

The Golden Palace lay like a giant beast in the heart of the Central Province of the Royal star, covering an enormous area.

The palace walls were entirely built of gilded boulders, towering over a hundred feet high, inscribed with countless ancient runes and war reliefs, recording the glorious victories of the Empire. As the runes flowed, they emitted a majestic divine power and a chilling killing aura.

Atop the palace walls, every few dozen feet stood a towering tower. Giant energy cannons were mounted atop, their muzzles aimed skyward, always on guard.

On top of the towers stood guards clad in golden armor, motionless like statues, their eyes sharp as eagles, surveying all directions; not even a breeze could escape their notice.

The airship slowly approached the Golden Palace, and outside its walls, rows of giant turret-like cannons immediately began to move, their muzzles aligned with the airship, flickering with a ghostly blue energy light, exuding a heart-pounding aura of destruction, as if any oddity would immediately trigger their earth-shattering firepower.

However, as the airship’s identification information was verified, the previously ready-to-fire turrets gradually stopped moving, their muzzles slowly redirected, returning to a guarded state, the energy barrier slowly opening, allowing the airship to enter the palace grounds.

The airship steadily entered the Golden Palace, passing through layers of palace complexes, finally coming to a halt above the central square of the palace, suspended in mid-air.

Next, the airship’s hatch opened slowly, beams of soft guiding light shooting out from the hatch, like golden bridges, easing groups down from the airship, landing on the square below.

After landing, Qin Tian quickly scanned the whole venue.

On the square, five large battalions had already arrived, representing the Empire’s five Great Holy Blood Clans — Leng Family, Xiao Family, Vladimir Clan, Shinguji Clan, and Luo Hou Clan.

The formations of the five Great Holy Blood Clans were aligned, their entourage numerous, the atmosphere solemn, with no one whispering.

However, the most eye-catching was not these five Great Holy Blood Clans, but the Beastman team standing on the other side of the square. Unlike the human forces, who were orderly and solemn, the Beastman team exuded a wild and violent aura.

The Beastman warriors were clad in armor, wielding giant weapons, their eyes fierce, enveloped in a thick bloodthirsty aura.

For the first time, Qin Tian could finally see the entire lineup of the Beastman Empire’s Nine Great Royal Clans:

Demon-Eyed Sky Eagle

Immortal Profound Phoenix

Golden Behemoth

Eternal Ice Silkworm

Purgatory White Tiger

Songstress Mermaid

Thunder Titan

Deep Sea King Whale

And the Beastman Empire’s supreme royalty — the Ancient Dragon Race

Among them, Eternal Ice Silkworm, Purgatory White Tiger, and Golden Behemoth, Qin Tian had previously interacted with, but the remaining six Great Royal Clans, he was seeing for the first time.

The Thunder Titan clan were like moving mountains, their forms towering over all other Beastmen, their skin rough like rocks, deep gray, their muscles knotted like rock slabs, each breath seemed to carry a buzzing electric current.

The Deep Sea King Whale clan were colossal, their upper body humanoid, their skin shimmering with the deep blue of the sea, enveloped in a thick water aura, as if capable of raising monstrous waves. Their lower body ended in a massive whale tail covered in hard scales, and even on land, one could feel the mighty pressure from the deep sea.

The Immortal Profound Phoenix spread its vast, flaming wings, with flames burning between its feathers, its entire body covered in brilliant Phoenix plumes. The aura of fire was scorching, standing quietly exuding overwhelming vitality of rebirth from ashes, its eyes filled with pride and aloofness.

The Demon-Eyed Sky Eagle clan were wrapped in fine, silver-gray eagle feathers, a faint golden eagle mark on their foreheads, the most striking feature being their bizarre vertical pupils, gleaming with sharp cold light, seemingly penetrating the soul. The edges of their folded eagle wings shimmered with a metallic luster, the wind flowing faintly.

The Songstress Mermaids were entirely distinct from other Beastman Royals in wildness. Their upper body was a stunningly beautiful human form, their skin as white as coagulated cream, hair draping down like seaweed, their eyes clear as streams, wrapped in a light mist, their every movement naturally charming. Their lower body shimmered with iridescent fish scales, each gentle swish shedding minute water droplets.

And the center of all attention was no doubt the one standing in the middle of the Beastman lineup, commanding the entire Beastman camp — the supreme royal house, the Ancient Dragon Race.

This clan was as famous as the Golden Holy Dragon of the human Empire, the true supreme rulers of the Beastman Empire.

In appearance, the Ancient Dragon Race was indistinguishable from humans, their forms tall and imposing, their features strikingly handsome, devoid of any Beastman wildness, yet exuding an aura of noble and regal dignity.

On their foreheads stood spiral-shaped dragon horns, glowing with a lustrous dark-golden sheen, the dragon energy flowed faintly, symbolizing their Dragon Race identity.

As Qin Tian quietly observed the Beastman royals, unbeknownst to him, many pairs of eyes discreetly focused on him, filled with coldness, dread, curiosity, and other complex emotions.

Soon, all nine Great Holy Blood Clans and nine Beastman Royal Clans were present. From the numbers, the Beastmen were less than a tenth of the humans.

Yet, neither the Beastman royals nor the other Beastmen behind them showed any signs of tension or worry.

Many noticed this, raising their guard in secrecy.

Roar~~~

Just then, a resounding dragon roar echoed, bearing the terrifying pressure of the Dragon Race.

Everyone’s faces tightened, immediately looking up.

In the Golden Palace, how could a Dragon Race wander at will?

There’s only one explanation, and that is the Emperor’s chariot — the True Dragon Carriage.

Here it comes!