There was a long trail in the sky, the mark left by Xu Long's body as he fell through the mountains.
This shows how terrifying the wind and waves were; Xu Long was completely powerless to resist them.
And within that there was a long rope formed from lightning, the energy manifested by the Origin Will, which was meant to contend with the tornado waves.
Xu Long, amidst the dust, barely managed to open his eyes, his will straining outwards.
Having escaped the tornado, he had no idea where he had been thrown.
Just now, I felt a sudden dizziness and then fell heavily into these mountains and ravines.
The terrifying howling of the wind and waves had faded into the distance, meaning that he had escaped unscathed and had not been completely caught up in the tornado.
But as his will extended, all around was silent; there was not a sound at all in the mountains and valleys.
It seems as if a lid has been placed over the land of Lai Province, burying all the sounds within.
A heavy atmosphere permeated the mountains, yet within the scene explored by will, there was an unusual calm.
Xu Long's vigilance suddenly heightened; he knew this was the calm before the storm.
How could there be no cultivators on the land of Lai Province? This mountain range can be considered a training ground, and there must be cultivators stationed here.
However, the quieter it was, the more tense the situation was, before anyone could figure out what had happened.
The silence that had enveloped Xu Long was soon replaced by another terrifying sound!
roar!
roar!
roar!
The roars of ferocious beasts echoed through the mountains.
Amidst these towering mountains, a chaotic chorus of beastly roars suddenly arose.
The silence among the mountains and valleys was shattered, replaced by the sounds of chaos and war.
A booming sound surged from the ravines, a sound that seemed to have been suppressed and brewing in the heart for a long time.
Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed his power in an instant, leaving all the cultivators in awe.
After the beast's roar resounded, Xu Long withdrew his own will, no longer needing to ascertain the situation.
The aura surging from all directions made it clear that a beast tide was likely about to erupt on the land of Lai Province!
Xu Long found these roars inexplicably familiar. When they stretched out in a continuous stream, it meant that countless ferocious beasts were gathering, a sound only a beast tide could produce.
Xu Long had previously experienced the Mist Beast Tide in the Land of Exile. At that time, the Higher Mist Beast Higher Mist Beast in Blackwater City and those Phoenix City were quite powerful.
And the hordes of Mist Beast they led were endless; when those Mist Beast tides erupted, it was a scene of utter annihilation for both humans and animals.
There was no way for any cultivator to survive under the Eternity Ice Mist; Xu Long was all too familiar with the momentum of the Mist Beast tide.
Now, nestled deep within the mountains and valleys, after a brief silence, the sounds of war and chaos resounded.
Xu Long wondered: Could this be related to the roar of the beast inside the tornado?
Before the thought had even formed, a hissing sound came from behind, and the horde of ferocious beasts gathering among the mountains and valleys had begun to stir.
Xu Long didn't yet know the extent of this beast tide, but given the vastness of the Earth Realm, the beasts within must be extraordinary.
Whenever a ferocious beast tide appears, it is certain that the beasts covet the dojo. No matter the size of the tide, the combined power of the beasts is not to be underestimated.
If the Beast King were also present, this training ground would definitely be in mortal danger.
"Disciples, do not panic. Abandon all resources within the dojo and retreat slowly down the mountain. Do not engage the beast tide!"
"Abandon the resources within the dojo and retreat gradually!"
"Do not try to stop the beast tide, lest you yourself be caught in it..."
At this moment, amidst the roars of the beast tide, the cultivators stationed among the mountains had completely lost their composure.
At that critical moment, a powerful voice burst forth from within the dojo.
The sound, imbued with surging magical Magic Power, was compressed into sound waves in the throat before bursting forth towards the mountainside.
The sound waves, echoing through the mountains, momentarily overwhelmed the power of the beast tide, demonstrating that the sonic cultivator possessed considerable skill.
However, at this time, there were traces of beast tides both inside and outside the dojo, and countless ferocious beasts were gathered between the mountains.
Following that sonic wave, the ferocious beast horde seemed to be strongly stimulated, and they all let out terrifying howls towards the dojo.
roar!
The howls of the ferocious beast horde echoed throughout the mountains and valleys, and the Daoist temple, which was originally nestled among the mountains and valleys, was now surrounded by the beast horde.
No matter how the stationed cultivators resisted, the powerful horde of ferocious beasts still occupied the training ground.
At this moment, the cultivator who emitted the sound waves stopped speaking, and chaos had already broken out in the training ground nestled among the mountains.
Amidst the roars of the ferocious beast horde, the shouts of cultivators could also be faintly heard. When their wills were extended, they discovered that the entire mountain range had been engulfed in slaughter.
One after another, roars of beasts echoed from the mountainside, and the area was completely surrounded.
The beast tide that surged in from all directions seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and before the cultivators could react, it rushed into the dojo.
No one knew when, but the mountains and valleys had become deserted, with only pairs of bloodthirsty eyes hidden among them.
The beast tide had been brewing in the mountains for an unknown period of time, and once it was triggered, it became uncontrollable.
When the endless tide of ferocious beasts surged in, the original arrangements within the training grounds were trampled and destroyed.
At this moment, Xu Long thought to himself: Within this Earth Realm, cultivators are not the only dominant force. Among those mountains and valleys, there are still many undeveloped spiritual veins.
Those places were untouched by cultivators, uninhabited and desolate.
That desolate land was a mountain range where ferocious beasts gathered. Due to the frequent occurrence of tornadoes, hordes of ferocious beasts surged out of the desolate land and wreaked havoc in the cultivators' training grounds.
"Now that ferocious beasts are rampaging, all of my Jade Screen disciples have perished!"
After a burst of shouts of battle, a mournful roar reached Xu Long's ears.
The carnage was nearing its end; with their sheer numbers, the beast horde had achieved a decisive victory.
Although the cultivators were willing to give up the cultivation resources within the dojo, those bloodthirsty eyes were still unwilling to let them go.
The feud between the two has a long history, and the suppressed violence must be resolved with bloodshed.
Xu Long had been buried in the mud for a long time. When he finally withdrew his will, the shouts of killing were already upon him.
A billowing cloud of dust rose above the mountainside in an instant, followed by a wave of chaotic atmosphere.
Amidst the cacophony of beastly roars, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes fixed upon Xu Long.
The ferocious beasts on the soil surged forth like a tide, their layers upon layers seemingly being squeezed out.
With an uncontrollable aura of bloodlust, they enveloped the area where Xu Long was located.
After purging the remaining forces within the dojo, the ferocious beasts had completely taken over this mountain range.
The faint roars still echoed in the distance, presumably the last struggle of the garrisoned cultivators; the beast tide was determined to completely cleanse this mountain range.
They not only plunder cultivation resources, but also slaughter all the cultivators within this training ground.
"Roar!"
The roars of the beast tide converged into one, and after the ferocious beast tide gathered, the earth seemed to tremble slightly.
Those once towering mountains have now been trampled flat by hordes of ferocious beasts.
The mountain range, which stretched out like a giant dragon, has been blasted open by ferocious beasts.
Looking down from the sky at this moment, the land of Lai Province seemed to be boiling over.
Countless ferocious beasts charged at the Daoist temple nestled within the mountains and valleys, their eyes filled with bloodlust.
The number of cultivators lingering in the training grounds decreased rapidly, and the cultivation resources accumulated over the years were plundered by ferocious beasts.
Trajectories stretched across the sky above the land, and streaks of light converged from afar.
The cultivators stationed at various dojos all wanted to ride their flying swords away, and bursts of precious light surged up amidst the beast tide.
The rumbling sound echoed across the land. Faced with this horde of ferocious beasts, even the cultivators who were once invincible perished.
The ferocious beasts that had gathered on the land of Lai Province for a long time suddenly rose up and destroyed all the various Daoist temples.
No matter how the stationed cultivators resisted, the formations between the mountains were shattered by the impact.
Then, a succession of beast tides surged into the dojo.
Savagery clashed with civilization here, and slaughter and madness unfolded.
As the cultivators and ferocious beasts fought for their lives, the mountain standing amidst the sea of clouds remained unshaken.
It seemed detached from the world, coldly observing everything that happened on land.
Although the Saint guard the Kyushu, they remain aloof and never participate in the battles between ferocious beasts and cultivators.
Perhaps in their eyes, they have already transcended the mundane world and possess energy that ordinary cultivators have never experienced.
From the perspective of Saint, what is the essential difference between these so-called cultivators and ferocious beasts?
All they need to do is set up their temple in the sea of clouds and broadcast their Dharma name beyond the world.
He continuously improved his strength on the path to immortality and constantly manifested his will between heaven and earth.
The lofty Saint are detached from worldly affairs; they have already transcended the tedious struggles on the path of cultivation.
When one looks down upon the world with a detached and otherworldly perspective, what things can possibly catch one's eye?
At this moment, the beast tide broke out in Lai Province, and cultivators from all sides suffered heavy losses. In the eyes of the Saint, was this just another natural selection?
"You beast! How dare you be so insolent!"
A cultivator's roar suddenly erupted from within the dense horde of beasts.
A cultivator in blue robes retreated continuously amidst the horde of beasts, eventually reaching the foot of the mountain.
Once the beast tide becomes careless, he can quickly escape down the mountainside.
However, the hordes of beasts continued to gather among the mountains, their bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the path of the blue-robed cultivator.
Judging from its blood-red eyes, the ferocious beast seemed to be trying to discern the blue-robed cultivator's intentions.
At this moment, the blue-robed cultivator was at his wit's end. He held a magic pestle in one hand, his blood-stained robes dragging on the ground, and a deep worry lingered between his brows.
His usually neatly styled hair was now loose and disheveled, and traces of the ferocious beast's flesh and blood remained all over his body—the marks left from the battle with the beast just now.
Countless beast corpses lay scattered around him, indicating that he had traversed a path of carnage along the way.
Although the blue-robed cultivator was powerful, he was still trapped in the beast tide. The ferocious beasts surging in like a tide completely blocked all of the blue-robed cultivator's paths.
He was forced to fight continuously within the mountain's training grounds until his Magic Power was exhausted and he was surrounded, with nowhere left to retreat.
The blue-robed cultivator's eyes were filled with sorrow as he watched his former training ground turn into a place ravaged by ferocious beasts, as the limbs of his former disciples were torn apart, and as the training ground he had personally established crumbled.
A sudden feeling of powerlessness rose within him.
He had walked the path of cultivation for a long time before stepping onto the path of immortality. He originally wanted to control a certain place to seek cultivation resources to improve himself, but a beast tide shattered his hopes.
This beast tide came very strangely, making it difficult to defend against. The formations inside and outside the dojo were all broken.
At this time, the training ground was completely occupied by ferocious beasts, and some cultivators were unable to fight back and all perished under the beast tide.
Now with nowhere to retreat, a strong sense of unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the blue-robed cultivator, while countless ferocious beasts were surrounding him.
" Feng Sihu of the Jade Screen Sect has perished today!"
A furious roar suddenly erupted from the mountains and the horde of beasts.
This roar seemed to be the result of the blue-robed cultivator suppressing his emotions for a long time, bursting forth in an instant with a feeling of despair.
He wanted to announce to all the ferocious beasts that there were still cultivators fiercely resisting within this training ground!
After letting out this roar, the blue-robed cultivator amidst the mountainside suddenly sprang up, and the magic pestle he held in his hand immediately began to spin.
The pestle was shaped like a cone, round in the sky and conical in the ground, roughly resembling a giant cone.
Beneath the dome stands a statue of a god, whose feet are planted on the ground and whose two strong arms support the dome.
At this moment, the monk in blue robes released the magic pestle from his hand, and it appeared as if the celestial circle had detached itself from the pestle.
It loomed alone in the sky, magnified like a bowl lid, enveloping all the ferocious beasts in its wake.
The layers upon layers of ferocious beasts felt a sudden darkness overhead, and instantly felt immense pressure in front of the blue-robed cultivator.
Meanwhile, the statue rapidly grew within it, and the earth spike beneath it stretched across the temple grounds like an iron plow.
A rumbling sound erupted from within the beast tide, and when the heaven-round-earth-cone magic pestle was activated, it truly possessed a power that encompassed the entire wilderness.
Once the ferocious beasts inside were enveloped, they were all unable to escape and were instantly reduced to dust under the iron plow.
As the blue-robed cultivator recklessly activated his magic pestle, the beast tide within the dojo surged toward him.
At this moment, he was covered in blood, and his magic staff, after spinning within the beast tide, resembled a grinding wheel of flesh and blood.
This caused countless ferocious beasts to howl in agony, and a stream of blood and flesh gathered beneath him.
But the beast tide still showed no sign of letting him go, and the blue-robed cultivator under the pestle was about to collapse.
Having upheld the path of cultivation for countless years, the path to immortality has now been severed, and he must return to dust...
The blue-robed cultivator's eyes blazed with crimson, and several figures suddenly leaped up from within a cloud of blood mist.
The power of the pestle was almost uncontrollable. The statue, carrying the earth cone, slammed to the ground, and then the celestial circle in the sky was forcibly broken through.