’Demon wind? A beast tide?’
Fang Yang raised an eyebrow, surprised.
This world was ho to cultivators of both the Human and Demon Races.
The term "Demon Race," however, was incredibly broad. Anything non-human that awakened its spirit and gained sapience—from flora and fauna to even the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers—could be called a demon.
But this definition was so broad that many of these races didn’t even consider themselves part of the Demon Race.
To many cultivators of the Human Race, however, any non-human cultivator was considered part of the Demon Race!
Typically, within the territories of human cultivators, such as the Xuan and Tian Domains, there would be no sign of demonic life.
The Demon Race congregated in the Di Domain, particularly within the sphere of influence of the Red Fla Demon Country.
The Red Fla Demon Country was the immortal legacy established by the Xiyue Demon Emperor.
The Xiyue Demon Emperor was the second Tier Nine expert to appear after Saint Emperor Vast Sun. She was an unparalleled prodigy, a supre being who dominated an entire era!
Regardless, as Fang Yang examined the two divination results, he had already made his decision.
He would personally lead the troops to reinforce Witch Creek Ferry!
A Tier Four opportunity was worth making the trip.
’And who’s to say that with the blessing of the [Mystical State], it won’t be comparable to a Tier Six opportunity?’
[Mid-to-High Fortune: Go to Witch Creek Ferry on the Yan Shi Great River to provide aid. When the moon over the sea rises with the tide, land on Heart Lake Island to obtain a Tier Four opportunity.]
"I will personally lead the reinforcents. You will remain here and hold the fort. Just maintain stability as you have been," Fang Yang ordered.
A flicker of surprise crossed Lin Keyi’s cold, beautiful face, but she cupped her hands in acceptance. "As you command."
...
A bleak autumn wind blew.
Mighty waves surged.
A host of soldiers followed Fang Yang’s banner, marching in a vast and mighty procession toward Witch Creek Ferry.
When Fang Yang arrived at Witch Creek Ferry and began the handover, he saw soone completely unexpected.
Fang Min!
Fang Min was a remarkable individual.
In her youth, she had been ignored and even ostracized by her peers at the academy. With almost no will to fight back, she was the candidate the Fang Clan elders had the least faith in to shoulder the clan’s future.
She rarely showed her hand and kept her true abilities hidden from the world.
Because of her apparent lack of ability, people often overlooked her.
Fang Min was exceptionally skilled at biding her ti and achieving her goals through ticulous planning in the shadows.
While her peers were indulging in revelry and enjoying the changing seasons, she was quietly poring over texts in the Scripture Pavilion, accumulating power.
One year, to celebrate the ergence of a new Saint in their family, the Lin Clan hosted a joint examination for all academy levels.
Fang Min, who had always remained in the background, ca out of nowhere to stun everyone. She boldly seized first place and claid a Tier Five treasure for herself.
After that, like a pearl wiped clean of dust, her brilliance was unveiled and shone brightly in all directions.
She had always been a role model for the disciples of the Fang Clan.
Though only twenty-seven years old, she was already a High-Tier Four expert.
The Zhang Clan couldn’t even find anyone in their younger generation who could compete with her!
Within the Fang Clan, she held imnse authority and was ranked second in the clan’s internal succession list.
Of course, with Fang Yang’s teoric rise, she had now been pushed to third.
"Sister Min, long ti no see," Fang Yang said with a smile.
Fang Min didn’t say much, simply circling him slowly.
Then, she nodded in satisfaction as the faint scent of jasmine wafted through the air.
"Yes, not bad at all."
A smile graced Fang Min’s pretty face. "Ah Yang, you’re much more impressive than I was at your age."
As she spoke, she rose onto her tiptoes and patted Fang Yang’s shoulder in an affectionate gesture.
She had taken special care of Fang Yang when they were young.
Unfortunately, they were separated after the start of the Xuan-Yu War.
The sky was a deep blue.
Not a cloud in sight.
About ten minutes later, Fang Min led Fang Yang and Second Uncle Fang into an aqua-blue palace for a private discussion.
Silence reigned within the aqua-blue palace.
Fang Min dismissed her attendants and ford a Magic Seal with her hands.
An aqua-blue ring of light rippled between her palms, preventing anyone outside from eavesdropping.
Once she finished, her expression turned serious. "Second Uncle, Ah Yang, you may have co at a bad ti."
"A great demon is behind this beast tide."
"This great demon from the Red Sun Demon Country is suspected of planning a massive blood sacrifice in an attempt to beco a Demon Saint."
"And behind it, there are faint indications that the five great Golden Clans are pulling the strings."
"To deal with this great demon, a single Dao Seed Level prodigy likely won’t be enough."
"But..."
But as things stood, the Sen Yue army was already stretched thin just sparing one Dao Seed Level prodigy.
If they were to dispatch three Dao Seed prodigies here, the front line would inevitably collapse, allowing the five great Golden Clans to invade!
Fang Yang shook his head. "If the Yan Shi Great River defensive line is breached, Leran Grassland will be impossible to defend. Besides, even if this great demon becos a Demon Saint, it can’t turn the world upside down."
The Xuan Domain is the Golden Clans’ territory, after all.
No matter how viciously the various Golden Clans within it fight amongst themselves, they would never allow a great demon to run rampant on their turf.
「anwhile.」
Fang Yang’s arrival didn’t just earn him a reception from Fang Min; it also attracted the attention of other interested parties.
Qing Wenxi, for example.
Qing Wenxi hailed from the Qing Clan and was Qing Mang’s fifth cousin.
But unlike Qing Mang, who was doted on by their Saint-level ancestor, Qing Wenxi was a relatively "diocre" figure.
Currently, her cultivation was at Tier Three Elentary, and she possessed an outstanding mastery of Water Dao Skills.
She possessed a Tier Three Blood Mad Shark as a Pet Beast, which could whip up monstrous, terrifying waves in any river once it got going!
’Fang Yang... how were you able to subdue that electric python?’
A hint of frustration flashed across Qing Wenxi’s pretty face.
Even she wasn’t able to take an electric python as a Pet Beast.
But more than envy toward Fang Yang, her heart was filled with contempt for Qing Mang.
"Stop thinking about it."
Chen Yuan gave a helpless smile. "Fang Yang, Qing Mang, and the others... they’re simply not on the sa path as us."
Listening to his two clan sisters, Chen Xing, who stood to the side, looked lancholic.
He had just broken through to Tier Two Elentary, yet Fang Yang was already preparing to break through to Tier Three.
The Tier Three realm increased one’s lifespan by two hundred years.
When a Cultivator broke through to this realm, they needed to condense a Spirit Body, which was a major hurdle.
But for a prodigy like Fang Yang, it was obvious that such a hurdle was nonexistent!
’He’s already dominating his own generation; I bet he’s about to start competing with his seniors,’ Chen Xing sighed. Ultimately, he couldn’t muster the courage to even think of competing with Fang Yang.
...
For the next few days, the phenonon of "the moon over the sea rising with the tide" never appeared.
Fang Min inford Fang Yang, "As long as the great demon isn’t eliminated, the celestial phenona will remain obscured."
If the Yan Shi Great River returned to its forr tranquility, Fang Min could determine the exact ti that the "moon over the sea rising with the tide" would appear at Witch Creek Ferry.
All Fang Yang could do was wait.
Wait for the great demon to be eliminated!
One day, the sky grew dim, and dark clouds gathered.
BOOM—
A bolt of lightning split the heavens, illuminating the dim earth and the soldiers stationed at Witch Creek Ferry.
It also illuminated the aquatic beast tide advancing nacingly through the great river.
The beast tide had arrived once again!
The sight of the dense, teeming swarm of beasts was enough to make one’s head spin.
Even more terrifying were the faintly visible Beast Kings moving within the horde.
There were Hundred Beasts Kings, Thousand Beasts Kings, and Fang Yang even spotted a Ten Thousand Beasts King that looked like a massive cyan crocodile!
The Yan Shi Great River flowed through the lands of several commanderies, and Witch Creek Ferry was only a minor crossing. That was why they had been confident in appointing Fang Min as its commander.
But now, with a Ten Thousand Beasts King appearing even at Witch Creek Ferry, one could only imagine the imnse pressure the other crossings were under!
THUMP...
THUMP... THUMP...
The sound of war drums echoed across the battlefield.
At the sa ti, the generals of each legion issued commands, ordering their soldiers to channel their True Essence and power the grand defensive formation.
Pillars of light shot down from the sky—so of purple lightning, others of Cyan Thunder—crisscrossing in the air.
Violet and cyan light exploded outward, and torrents of electricity erupted, instantly covering everything inside and out.
They lunged toward the beast tide like ferocious, giant pythons.
RUMBLE!
A massive explosion erupted.
The entire ferry area beca a grueso spectacle of violet, cyan, and blood-red.
But under the suppressing might of the Cyan Crocodile Ten Thousand Beasts King, beasts like swordfish and water lions continued to push forward...
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