Breaking Out

The Beastmen left behind to guard the mine gazed toward the Beast God Institute, their expressions mingling envy and disappointment.

An elderly Beastman patted the young Beastman beside him.

"Don't lose heart. You're still young."

"Once a few more decades pass and you grow stronger, you'll always have a chance to go to the Beast God Institute."

The young Beastman nodded, withdrawing his gaze. As he listened to the sounds of mining drifting from the depths of the tunnels, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"Old Natou, don't you think the sound of mining is a little less frequent than usual?"

The Beastman called Old Natou showed a look of indignation and disdain.

"Those human cultivators are slacking off again. If the mine tunnels weren't so narrow, I'd really like to go down and teach them a lesson!"

The young Beastman frowned. For some reason, he felt that things were not so simple.

The mining sounds of the past had been many sounds jumbled together.

Today's mining sounds seemed far thinner.

The young Beastman was somewhat uneasy. "Could it be that those humans want to seize the chance during our Beast God Festival to escape?"

Old Natou chuckled. "With their limbs and spiritual energy sealed, how could those human cultivators possibly escape the mine?"

"Besides, the mine is extremely far from human territory. Even if they truly escaped the mine, where could they run to?"

Hearing this, the young Beastman finally relaxed. "Old Natou, tell me about the legends of the Beast God."

Old Natou's face revealed gentleness and reverence. "The Beast God was the first of our race to ascend."

"It was the Beast God who led the Beastman Race to establish a foothold in the Spirit Realm. Without the Beast God, we would not have what we