A wisp of ragged cloud drifted on the wind, constantly changing shape high in the sky. Amid the boundless mountain forests, the cries of all manner of ancient beasts seemed to sound from time to time. Their roars echoed along both sides of the mountains and rivers, answering the rushing torrents between them.
At every moment, the whole world exuded a magnificent, mysterious, and tranquil air.
Wisps of mist curled through the blue-ink mountain forests, revealing a vast grandeur that formed all manner of towering, spectacular mountain landscapes.
A group of people in matching clothes cautiously approached a mysterious mountain.
Each person had a spirit beast at their side. Some were eagle-shaped beasts, some were snake-shaped beasts, and there were many other kinds as well.
Yet every beast exuded a fierce aura of cultivation.
Most of the people in the group had cultivation comparable to their own spirit beasts, some at Nascent Soul and some at Core Formation. Only the woman leading them unmistakably exuded a Spirit Transformation aura.
"Sect Master, the spirit beasts in our sect have all been unusually quiet these past few days, as though they have sensed an instinctive fear..." A man walked up beside the woman and spoke with the utmost respect.
"None of the spirit beasts seem able to look directly toward our Ancestral Mountain. I'm afraid something unusual has happened there."
A Peng Bird crouched on the man's shoulder. As he spoke, just as he had described, the Peng Bird grew increasingly frightened and uneasy as the group drew closer to the Ancestral Mountain.
What showed in its intelligent eyes seemed to be... submission.
The man looked at the woman leading them, deep unease flashing across his face, and continued, "The Beast Taming Sect has its tiger's eyes fixed on our Spirit Beast