“In another month, Bloodthistle Yao Mountain will erupt with its once-in-a-decade beast tide. When the time came, numerous vicious spirit beasts will run rampant,” said Zhang Yiren. “Although it’s incomparably dangerous, for martial artists like us, it’s also a rare opportunity. You can both slay spirit beasts for spiritual materials and temper your Dao. It’s a real test of your abilities.”

Su Yi looked thoughtful. “There’s a beast tide once every ten years? There’s got to be something strange going on there.”

Chen Zheng instantly looked at him with admiration. “You’ve got good eyes, Young Lord Su. I’ve been stationed near Bloodthistle Yao Mountain for close to thirty years, and I’ve experienced two beast tides. After conducting an investigation personally, I discovered that there really is a mysterious secret behind the beast tides.”

He paused, then continued, “That said, for now, all I know is the source of the beast tide. It’s deep within the mountain, a place called the ‘the Abyss of a Hundred Burials.' Every time a beast tide erupts, strange phenomena appear in the skies over the abyss. Wind, cloud, and thunder intercross, like countless divine beams....