The great war... was coming!
An unspeakable, oppressive gloom seemed to descend upon the island. A grim readiness was etched on the face of every Cultivator.
At the window, Chu Mu watched this scene of a world on a war footing, his own brow furrowed in a deep frown.
Just as Chang Hongshan had said, the situation on the Demon Suppression Islands had grown tense over the past few months after a period of calm.
But in the one or two years he had been here, this was the first time he had ever seen a Beast Tide of this magnitude.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Chu Mu whipped his head around to look toward the inner islands. Against a night sky as bright as day, several brilliant rays of light shot into the air and vanished into the firmament without a trace.
'Nascent Soul!'
