Monk Waterfall

Over the next ten-odd days, more and more Nascent Soul Cultivators arrived at the cliffs on either side of the great rift to take part in this hunt. Once there, they set up camp along the cliff edges and patiently waited for the tide to come.

In the East Sea cultivation world, Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were already figures who could lord over an entire region. Unless it was an immortal city, it was rare to see groups of Nascent Soul Cultivators gathered together. Only an immortal-demon war could bring together more than ten thousand Nascent Soul Cultivators at once.

Yet cultivators of the Southern Demon Continent cultivated faster, and as many as several hundred thousand Nascent Soul Cultivators had gathered here. What kind of concept was that? Beyond sheer shock, it was hard to entertain any other thought.

Even after the abyss opened, quite a few cultivators would still continue arriving.

However, the great rift stretched for hundreds of millions of li, and one could enter the Demonic Domain Abyss beneath the cliffs from virtually anywhere. Compared to this vast rift, several hundred thousand Nascent Soul Cultivators seemed tiny, able to set up camp wherever they pleased.

Nearly all of these several hundred thousand cultivators were stationed at the source of the great rift. Since the abyssal exotic beasts ranged too widely and no one knew where they might appear, every search began at the source and advanced deeper in, lest they fail to find the abyssal exotic beasts.

Though no one maintained order over the hunt, every cultivator had their attention fixed on this great rift. At a critical moment like this, no one was inclined to cause trouble and waste their strength.

By all estimates based on past experience, the abyssal tide would arrive within the next