Tide of Beasts

Time flowed like water.

Qi Refining Path.

On a spirit island, the ruined walls and crumbling remnants left behind by cultivators could vaguely be seen.

Demonic beasts mingled among them, running and playing as they bred their offspring.

Residual spirit patterns on the weathered city walls still flickered stubbornly, while vines climbed through the cracks.

Since the beast tide erupted, the territory of the Eastern Sea Cultivation World had shrunk by nearly half.

These fallen outer regions had naturally become havens for demonic beasts to multiply.

The occasional surviving cultivators had no choice but to hide themselves deeply, letting the demonic beasts run rampant through what had once been cultivator seas.

Simply put—the relationship between cultivators and demonic beasts had been completely reversed.

Cultivators had once hunted demonic beasts; now, demonic beasts hunted cultivators.

Above a stretch of sea.

Ice Soul Cold Light flickered. As white radiance drifted outward, the temperature in the surroundings plummeted!

With the Ice Soul Bead suspended above his head, Zhong Lingxiu formed hand seals with both hands.

An ice spike radiating white chill throughout its body, countless frozen runes sealed within it, pierced through the defenses of a third-rank demonic beast before him and shot straight into its body.

In an instant, it was as though even its demon core and demon soul had frozen together—

Splash!

The frozen demonic beast corpse fell into the sea. Zhong Lingxiu did not dare linger; after simply taking its demon core, he transformed into a faint, barely discernible streak of escape light and swiftly left the scene.

Before long, several peak third-rank demonic beasts appeared. One canine beast rode a black wind, its nose twitching before it gave chase in one direction—

Zhong Lingxiu flew onto a desolate island that appeared entirely devoid of spiritual qi. Once he