The Northern Sea, the Kunpeng Nest.
At last, someone chose to venture out, bringing news with them and setting the entire sea ablaze.
In particular, when the first Kun Peng bone appeared and the various factions learned of it, a gigantic claw descended from the sky. A single talon tip dwarfed a mountain ridge as it swept down savagely.
"You dare!" An angry shout rang out. A Silver Hand struck, colliding with the enormous claw.
"Leave the Treasure Bone!" A Golden Wing also swept down from beyond the highest heavens.
In a single instant, this place was blasted apart.
Several Venerables appeared to fight over it, battling fiercely above the Northern Sea.
The poor souls who had rushed out suffered terribly. Even the protection of their own Venerables was useless, for those Venerables were under siege themselves and could barely fend for themselves.
After suffering devastating losses and leaving dozens of corpses behind, they retreated into the Forbidden Sea.
But while they wanted to retreat, those inside had no intention of letting them catch their breath. Their stubborn, single-minded charge had instead left them blocked at both ends.
Stick their heads out and face the blade; pull their heads back and face it all the same. They could neither advance nor retreat.
Finally, driven into a corner, they decided they might as well go all the way. They became shit-stirrers, forcing the other major factions holding Treasure Bones into the same predicament.
Outside awaited a battle between Venerables, where a single palm strike could kill swathes of them. Staying inside meant being hemmed in by a dark, teeming mass of creatures behind them, besieged all the same.
On a small island, a Magic Formation had long since been laid down to conceal the scene there.
"My lady, the Kun Peng