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Chapter 32 - Dark Beast Tide, All Parties Gather Together
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.
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.”
“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.