Time slipped by like a shuttle through a loom, the days flying like arrows...
In the blink of an eye, more than a decade had passed...
Above a sea ravaged by furious winds and torrential rain, a streak of gray spiritual light burst through the surface like lightning and shot straight ahead, covering a vast distance in an instant...
Within that gray light was what appeared to be an elderly cultivator of another race, with a purple-red face, a pair of horns on his head, a hunched figure, and a suit of peculiar armor. A gray light barrier enveloped his entire body as he flew forward at an astonishing speed...
Despite the raging tsunamis crashing and bursting, the earth-shaking ripples shuddering through heaven and earth, the seawater surging back upon itself, and the hurricanes sweeping madly across the sea, the gray light around the cultivator stubbornly withstood those tremendous winds and waves. Steady as a mountain, he continued flying forward...
His speed was truly astonishing...
As the gray-lit cultivator flew through layer upon layer of clouds, mist, tsunamis, and storms, a boundless expanse of land appeared in the distance. Along its edge stood an endless wall hundreds of feet high. Its surface was weathered and mottled, but it remained completely intact. It appeared to be a wall the continent's ordinary cultivator races had built to defend against attacks from sea demon beasts. Such enormous walls generally surrounded coastal cities plagued by sea beasts and demon beasts, or other major cities...
Demon beasts and cultivator races were irreconcilable natural enemies wherever they went. Even with the Sacred Lord having unified the entire Immortal Spirit Realm, that remained true...
However...
They also needed one another.
If the demon beasts of a star realm were wiped out, its cultivators would probably perish