Fierce Beast Nest, Longevity Dao Rhyme Suppresses the Wilderness

At the northern foothills of the Hongmeng Mountain Range lay a wilderness shrouded in miasma all year round—the location of the fierce beast nest Lei Meng had mentioned. Completely unlike the vibrant Origin Secluded Valley, the miasma here was black as ink, thick as spilled ink, blotting out the sky and sun. Sunlight struggled through the gaps, casting mottled shadows across jagged strange rocks. Their surfaces were coated in slick moss that gave off a pungent, rotten stench.

Shen Hao stood at the edge of the wilderness. He wore a black Daoist robe, its hems embroidered with golden Longevity Lotus patterns. Against the miasma, the lotus patterns glimmered faintly, keeping the haze beyond three feet of him at bay. His brows drew together slightly as he stared gravely into the depths of the miasma. From within came faint, low roars, their violent aura clearly perceptible even from several miles away.

Elder Mu Chen stood at his side, clad in a Green Daoist Robe and holding an emerald-green wooden staff. Dense Wood Dao Rhyme wound around the staff, and wherever it passed, the withered grass nearby faintly sprouted tender buds. His gaze was likewise fixed on the depths of the miasma, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes. "Common Lord, this miasma contains dense Killing Intent. That ancient fierce beast must have dwelled here for many years, nurturing it with its own vicious aura. Its strength is likely several degrees greater than we anticipated."

Lei Meng wore black armor and held a thirty-foot spear, with several thousand elite soldiers of the Hongmeng Allied Army following behind him. The soldiers all looked solemn, their weapons glinting coldly as their vigilant gazes swept the surroundings. Lei Meng said in a deep voice, "Common Lord, I have already sent men to scout ahead.