Beast tides had existed since ancient times, but a beast tide reaching the Ten-Revolutions Immortal Emperor level—forget witnessing one in person, even searching through all ancient records would turn up not a single mention of it.
Ten-Revolutions Immortal Emperors stood at the very peak of the Cultivation World.
Some eras might not even produce one, let alone a beast tide made up of countless Ten-Revolutions Immortal Emperor-level fierce beasts.
Even more absurdly, among that black mass of beasts were entire swaths of colossal creatures radiating Heavenly Emperor level pressure—every breath they took collapsed the void, every step they took threw the laws into disorder, and the Dao patterns condensed upon their scales were enough to shatter the souls of ordinary Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperor cultivators.
At their head was a gigantic beast covered entirely in dark-gold scales. It resembled a Qilin, yet possessed nine heads. A Star-sized inner core was embedded in the brow of every head, and the Destruction Law flowing within those cores wrinkled the surrounding space like paper.
Behind it followed tens of thousands of fierce beasts. There were Xuan Peng whose wings blotted out the sky, the trails of their wingtips capable of tearing space apart; there were Black Tortoises with bodies like mountain ranges, the patterns on their shells forming natural defensive formations capable of withstanding even the full-force strike of a Ten-Revolutions Immortal Emperor.
There were also countless Chaos Fierce Beasts of bizarre forms. Their very existence defied the rules of the universe, as though they were nightmares crawling out from cracks in the laws.
Wang Xian floated in the void, the Space-Time Mark at his fingertips burning fiercely. The terrifying aura emanating from it nearly scorched through his soul.
He blinked hard, wondering whether a century of secluded cultivation had damaged his brain. Otherwise,