At the same time, countless tens of thousands of miles away, two groups of cultivators were facing each other from afar.
No—strictly speaking, one side was made up of immortal cultivators, while the other was a monster.
One man and two women.
The woman standing at the very front looked only eighteen or nineteen. Her features were pretty; though she could not be called a peerless beauty, she was delicate and pleasing to the eye. Yet her bearing, of all things, was cold to the extreme.
At such an age, by all rights, she should have been Foundation Establishment at most, yet the spiritual pressure emanating from her body was enough to leave one dumbstruck. This was an immortal cultivator at the early Lihe stage.
And behind this woman stood another man and woman.
The man looked to be a little over forty, dressed in Daoist robes, with an ancient, refined appearance. One glance was enough to tell he was extraordinary and aloof from the mundane.
As for the woman, she was somewhat younger, only around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. Her looks... how to put it? She was no beauty, but she was not ugly either, about average in appearance. She wore an emerald-green dress that made her seem exceedingly slender.
Both of them appeared to be at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.
By all logic, this trio should already have been terrifyingly powerful. Yet at this very moment, they looked as though they were facing a mortal enemy, their expressions incomparably solemn.
The monster confronting them was over seventy feet long and immensely tall. It had a human face, tiger's feet, and white, ghastly fangs growing outside its broad mouth. Its long tail was covered in dark, sharp spikes, and its entire body radiated a terrifying aura of