The waters around Strange Abyss Island lay extremely far from the Inner Star Sea.
Because an underwater abyss lay nearby, countless demon beasts roamed these waters, including no shortage of high-tier beasts. It was an ideal place for cultivators to hunt them.
But more than twenty years ago, all that had changed for good.
For some unknown reason, the demon beasts in the abyss had gone mad, gathering in vast numbers and relentlessly attacking the islands occupied by human cultivators.
Under the endless onslaught of demon beasts, every human-held island in these waters had fallen, regardless of its size or whether a Nascent Soul cultivator guarded it. Countless human cultivators had been killed or injured, and even several Nascent Soul cultivators had perished.
These waters had now become a paradise for demon beasts. Human cultivators were like rats scurrying across the street, hunted by demon beasts every day, hiding here and there, never knowing a moment's peace.
Worse still, the teleportation formations leading back to the Inner Star Sea had long since been destroyed, severing all contact with it. They could cry to heaven and receive no answer, plead with the earth and receive no aid!
One day, a group of roughly ten cultivators fled in panic, as though something terrifying was pursuing them relentlessly.
A closer look revealed seven men and three women, all Foundation Establishment cultivators ranging from the early to the late stage. None dared pause for even a moment. They drove the magic tools beneath their feet with every ounce of strength they possessed, wishing they could sprout another pair of wings.
Several miles behind them, more than a dozen third- and fourth-level demon beasts pursued them, seemingly determined not to stop until they had killed them all.
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