"Why did it feel like an earthquake was coming?"
The rocking and swaying, shaking and jolting rhythm struck terror into their hearts. Dongfang Minghui felt her luck was truly terrible. Wherever she went, something collapsed, as though misfortune had latched onto her. But that made no sense at all.
Seventh Sister, blessed with the greatest fortune, was right beside her. How could she be so unlucky?
Qian Wanyu lay against the ground and listened for a while. "It's not an earthquake. We've run into a Magic Beast Tide."
"A Magic Beast Tide?" What was that?
"Oh my heavens." Mu Sheng had only heard of it in stories. A Magic Beast Tide was when magic beasts went mad en masse, driven by some factor into a collective uprising. "Sister Wan Yu, let's run!"
"It's too late," Qian Ziyan said. "They'll reach us in half an incense stick's time."
"Yes."
Qian Wanyu glanced at the Eye of Truth suspended above their heads. "There's only one way now. Hurry into the Longevity Cauldron and take shelter. I'll keep running with the Eye of Truth."
"Seventh Sister, that's too dangerous." Dongfang Minghui strongly disagreed. They were talking about an entire horde of magic beasts. "If we hide, we hide together."
"Everyone, listen to Wan Yu. If we keep discussing this, we'll run out of time."
"Yu'er, be careful. If you have no other choice, abandon the Eye of Truth."
Everyone looked at one another before helplessly returning to the Longevity Cauldron. It was rather crowded inside, filled with magic beasts that had submitted to the Fierce Beast's tyrannical might. They were very docile, but they shared one distinctive feature: they were completely bald.
Dongfang Minghui eyed the gathered magic beasts with lingering unease. "Why don't we throw them all outside? When the Magic Beast