Fellow Daoist, Let's Talk This Through!

Only five years had passed since the Flying Swallow Islands came under a new sky.

The islands' High-Level Personnel lamented that the people were exhausted, but for the common folk at the bottom, it was nothing of the sort.

Because Luo Chen's demand for medicinal herbs was staggering, cultivators from the major families had done everything they could to contribute money and manpower. But the number of cultivators was limited.

So many of the tasks had been passed down to mortals.

For mortals, this was an opportunity!

A chance to catch the eye of immortals and change their fate.

As a result, life at the bottom was bustling with energy, with people eager to take part.

At several key docks, mortal martial artists far outnumbered those of five years ago.

And it was for that very reason

that when a tsunami hundreds of miles wide surged toward the coast, many busy mortal martial artists spotted it.

"How could a tsunami form in weather this fine?"

"It's only a small tsunami, a few hundred miles wide. Don't worry."

A tsunami a few hundred miles wide truly was nothing compared to the raging ones that stretched thousands of miles, or even swept across tens of thousands.

The mortal martial artists at the docks did not panic much. They gathered their goods and sprinted inland.

But they had barely taken a few steps when something went wrong.

"Help!"

"Help!"

Cries for help rose one after another, making the martial artists at the front instinctively look back.

Only then did they realize that although the tsunami was not large, it was terrifyingly fast!

It was as though some enormous beast were churning the sea and lashing the waves across the vast waters.

A giant beast?

"Could a Sea Demon be stirring up trouble inside