During the hundred years Lin Yan spent in seclusion making his breakthrough, the space within the Mystic Realm gradually stabilized, and everyone began moving in by batches. Meanwhile, far beyond the Mystic Realm, as Lin Liu continuously sent back intelligence from afar, everyone was astonished by how rapidly the situation across the Prehistoric World had deteriorated.
Inside the Mystic Realm, in a newly constructed Assembly Hall, Li Zhu, Minghe, Lin Er, Lin San, Qing Xuan, Huǒ Róng, White Stone Lord, and the other core high-level members of the community had gathered. Yet the atmosphere was somewhat grave.
Lin Liu, whom they had not seen for many years, stood in the center of the hall, dusty from travel. He had just finished reporting the latest intelligence from his scouting.
"...Everyone, the situation is dire. My brothers and I from the scout team traveled more than thirty million li westward. The Fierce Beast Army is gathering much faster than we expected."
He took out a Jade Slip and activated it with mana. A crude but clearly marked map projection appeared within the hall. On it, vicious beast-head symbols representing fierce beast legions densely covered the map, spreading from west to east like a tide of blackness.
"Look here. At the former site of Howling Wind Valley, the Hurricane Wolf tribe that the allied forces had previously disbanded has regrouped. Their numbers have exceeded three hundred thousand. They are led by three Mysterious Immortal Level Howling Moon Demon Wolves and are slowly advancing eastward."
"Here was once the Hundred Grass Plain. It is now occupied by a swarm of Bone-Eroding Poison Locusts. Their number is impossible to estimate; they blanket the sky and cover the earth. Wherever they pass, all vegetation withers and living beings become bare bones. Their leader is suspected to