A True Immortal Arrives

The silver moon hung high, its light rippling. In the deep mountains, insects chirred softly. Qin Ming traveled alone; with each step, he vanished and reappeared several yards away.

Even at an ordinary traveling pace, he seemed to teleport over short distances.

"If no True Immortal shows up, I count as one of those peerless masters people talk about, don't I?"

Qin Ming assessed his strength as he headed toward the outskirts of the Primeval Mountain Range.

A wind suddenly rose. Trees swayed nearby, their leaves rustling, and green foliage filled the air.

Qin Ming looked up. A shadow had drawn close and blotted out the full moon. An enormous aberrant beast beat its leathery wings, whipping up a gale.

"A failure!"

Qin Ming had read many miscellaneous books at the Sunset Glow Sect, filling the gaps in his knowledge of the New World.

Among the dangerous aberrants of the deep mountains and vast marshes, besides rare mythical creatures and terrifying mutated species, there was another kind of monster: the Mad Beast.

Many species knew how to cultivate and continually transform themselves.

Even ordinary beasts could imitate Higher Aberrants and absorb Moon Essence. The most gifted might awaken intelligence, and over the years, their spiritual awareness would surely grow.

For Top-Tier Aberrants, a qualitative transformation was harder still. They had few paths to choose from: mutate into supreme demons, or transform into Auspicious Beasts.

Success meant a leap to a higher level of life. Failure meant becoming a Mad Beast, left with nothing but animal instinct.

The monster in the night sky was a full ten zhang long, with a wingspan of twenty zhang—larger than any of the guardian aberrant beasts Qin Ming had seen.

In this "low-martial plane," it counted as a giant beast.

It resembled a bat, with