Nothing happened overnight. Before long, one of the seven bright moons in the sky transformed into a scorching sun, drawing open the curtain on morning in the Spirit World.
Just then, the doors of numerous wooden houses in the eastern Purple Crystal Mountain Range opened, and three hundred yellow-skinned, big-eyed low-tier Mayfly Race cultivators emerged.
Though it was still early, they had no time to chat. They immediately either formed groups or set off alone, fleeing toward the depths of the Purple Crystal Mountain Range.
After all, there was no longer any Purple Crystal Ore to be found on the outskirts of the mountain range. If they wanted to mine enough to meet their quota, or even feed their Spirit Insects their fill of Purple Crystals, they had to venture deep into the mountains.
Yet strangely, after everyone else had left, Chong, the young Mayfly Race cultivator, finally pushed open his door and emerged.
He first glanced in the direction the others had gone, a smug smile appearing on his face, before fleeing toward an old mine shaft nearby.
However, before he had flown for even half a shichen, a green shadow soared upwards from a treetop and shot straight at Chong.
But before the green shadow came within ten feet of him, countless black specks flew from Chong's waist. They gathered into a black demonic wind and swept over the green shadow.
At once, the green shadow was intercepted, revealing a small Demon Beast that looked part snake and part monkey.
Then, accompanied by several shrieks, the snake-monkey demon turned into a pile of white bones that scattered as they fell to the ground.
"There really are plenty of Demon Beasts and ancient beasts in the Purple Crystal Mountain Range. I haven't even fled that far, yet I've already