Chapter 32 Dark Beast Tide, All Parties Gather Together
Amidst the ancient woods, a secluded ambiance prevailed, with vines cascading like clouds and a pale gray mist enshrouding the heavens and the earth.
Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb.
Though referred to as a tomb, it resembled an ancient relic site. Within it stood various structures: dilapidated Buddhist temples, ancient wooden halls, and residences with flying eaves…
Except, these places were inhabited by corpses.
At the very depths, an ice palace floated in the air, emanating a terrifying aura even from a great distance.
The oppressive power of the remains of a saint, though it had endured hundreds of thousands of years, remained indelible.
Any ordinary cultivator approaching it carelessly would be instantly crushed to ashes.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Suddenly, a tumult of demonic beasts erupted around Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb, shaking the skies like a black flood surging toward the nearest city.
These were all powerful demonic beasts, their eyes pitch-black, exuding a bloodthirsty and violent aura. The weakest among them were at the Soul Palace Realm.
Most of them were beasts of the Earth Cracking Realm, including a strange beast resembling a black ox covered in scales, and a roc bird wreathed in lightning, soaring with wings spread wide!
At this moment, faint gray mist emanated from the ice palace within the Sacred Tomb, permeating the bodies of these demonic beasts, making them even more bloodthirsty and frenzied.
The surrounding area, though desolate, still extended into a vast mountain range.
One mountain after another rose majestically, their entire bodies a greenish-brown hue, evoking an inexplicable sense of dread.
In the farther reaches, one could even glimpse treasure lights flickering, runes flashing, and patterns of the great Dao intertwining vertically and horizontally.
However, danger also lurked in every corner. Terrifying demonic beasts roamed, and the oppressive aura capable of subduing powerful beings enveloped the area, making progress nearly impossible.
At this moment, the void blurred, and a few figures exuding a terrifying aura emerged from within.
Among them was a middle-aged man in green robes, his posture upright, eyes like stars, and hair as white as snow. He stood proudly, exuding an air of greatness.
Around him seemed to flicker both light and shadow, dreamlike and ethereal.
He was none other than the City Lord of Northern Wilderness City.
Beside him were others: one with a robe embroidered with mountains, rivers, and the sun and moon; another wearing a purple-gold crown resembling an ancient emperor; an elder in a Daoist robe holding a horsetail whisk; and a graceful woman clad in a cloud-patterned robe.
“The calculations of the Sikong family were indeed correct. The riot of the dark beast tide has indeed erupted here,” sighed the middle-aged man with the embroidered robe, gazing at the surging beast tide rolling forth from the Sacred Tomb.
Hearing this, the woman in the cloud-patterned robe smiled smugly and said, “Naturally. Our Sikong family’s Heavenly Divination Art is renowned for foreseeing all things, peering into life and death, and unraveling yin and yang. A mere beast tide is hardly a challenge.”
The Lord of Northern Wilderness City frowned and said, “But this beast tide is unusual; it has been tainted with undying matter. What if our city falls? What then?”
He shot a glare at the middle-aged man and said angrily, “You knew this would happen long ago. Why didn’t you take action earlier? The casualties could have been greatly reduced!”
The elder with the purple-gold crown glanced coldly at the city lord and said indifferently, “The millennium hunting conference is not something we can control. Do you dare defy the arrangements of those immortal forces?”
Under the beast tide, countless lives would undoubtedly be lost.
But those immortal forces, driven by the desire to hone their disciples and clan members—and engaged in both overt and covert conflicts—cared nothing for the lives that would be sacrificed.
To such forces, Northern Wilderness City was no more than an ant, something that could be easily wiped out.
Thinking of this, the Lord of Northern Wilderness City’s expression darkened, but he could only let out a helpless sigh.
“Let’s just hope there will be fewer casualties this time…”
…
Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb wasn’t far from Northern Wilderness City, yet it was still tens of thousands of miles away.
The chaos and riots that had erupted there had not yet spread to the city.
In the city, the streets were bustling with people and traffic, vibrant with activity.
“Northern Wilderness City truly lives up to its name as a great city of the wilderness. The city walls are ten times taller than those of other ancient cities, built from massive stones weighing millions of pounds. Even a full-power strike from a True God Realm cultivator might not destroy them.” Gu Changsheng said in admiration.
Having studied the Three Thousand Great Worlds Scripture, he now sat by a window in a quiet pavilion, gazing at the streets below with interest.
On the table, tea brewed from the essence of a thousand-year tree heart released a delicate fragrance, attracting the attention of many passing cultivators.
But they, possessing sharp judgment, recognized that this white-robed young man was no ordinary figure. His features seemed shrouded by an invisible mist, making them indistinct.
“Young master, your words are indeed true,” remarked Tuoba Siyu softly from the side, as he reported on the latest happenings.
“The Nine Suns Sacred Sect, the Netherworld Palace, the Sacred Heart Sect, the Southern Pole Heavenly Sect…”
“These are sects with sacred weapons in their inheritance, long-established forces. Though they cannot compare to immortal sects or immortal families, they are still among the top powers in their respective realms.”
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“In addition, there are forces like the Ancient Divine Mountains, Imperial Clans, Ghost Clans, and Human Immortal Clans, all making their presence known, rushing from all directions.”
“The Immortal Ying Family has already made an appearance. Though their heir has yet to show, the young supreme leading their group is among the strongest sequences of their clan.”
The Immortal Ying Family was an immortal clan, like the Gu family, whose ancestors had once produced immortals. Their foundations were equally unfathomable.
Especially 30 million years ago, the Winner produced a brilliant and extremely proud son of heaven, who suppressed for nearly an era and was later called the First Emperor.
Gu Changsheng nodded and said, “The Immortal Ying Family… In the last hunting conference, they overshadowed the Gu family. No wonder.”
His gaze shifted to the outskirts of the city, where traces of formations could be seen in some areas.
The city walls were equipped with arrow towers, beacon towers, and formation platforms. Disciples from various clans patrolled atop the walls on beast mounts, vigilant.
This was a place where war could erupt at any moment. It had been destroyed more than ten times in the past, yet each time it was rebuilt, more grand and magnificent than before.