Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

"Ho ho ho!!"

As countless earth-shattering roars resounded, the entire horizon trembled.

The location of the desolate marshland beyond the western city wall of Huangze City.

The once tranquil and misty water vapor was shattered by the roar and scattered in all directions.

The vegetation was destroyed, dust flew everywhere, and the water churned with raging waves.

A dark, overwhelming torrent swept in.

"It's a beast tide!!"

"The beast tide is coming! The beast tide is coming!!"

"Run away!"

"..."

The cultivators who leaped onto the city wall witnessed this scene for the first time, and were terrified, their bodies trembling.

The news spread like wildfire, and the city was thrown into chaos.

Lu Zaian also stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance.

The black tide was composed of an army of countless monstrous beasts of various shapes and ferocious appearances.

Aquatic monsters, land monsters, and aerial monsters—they're all there.

Their eyes gleamed with a chaotic light, and they spewed out bellows-like breaths, destroying everything in their path with overwhelming force.

"Rumors of a beast tide have been circulating for years, but I never expected it to actually happen..."

Lu Zaian's gaze was solemn as he muttered to himself.

However, he was not as panicked as the group of Qi Refining cultivators below.

Wasteland City has stood for ten thousand years, how could it be destroyed by a simple beast tide?

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Sure enough, a loud and energetic shout rang out from the city.

Several powerful Foundation Establishment cultivators rose into the air from the inner city and appeared before everyone.

They were none other than direct descendants of the City Lord's lineage.

The leader was imposing, with resolute eyes, bristling hair and beard, and an aura that was deep and imposing, like a demon god descending.

"It's Fu Kongzhi, the Grand Elder of Huangze City!"

"Could it be the city lord's eldest disciple?"

"Yes, I had the privilege of meeting him once twenty years ago."

Unexpectedly, he still looks and sounds the same, but his aura is even stronger.

He has probably reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment...

The other Foundation Establishment cultivators, who were also alerted, recognized the person.

Fu Kongzhi's eyes shone brightly, like torches, as he surveyed the room before speaking:

"Please, all cultivators in the city, remain calm and patient!"

My city of Huangze is powerful and protected by a city-protecting formation. I am absolutely confident in ensuring your safety.

The city's protective formation is about to be activated. The four gates—east, west, south, and north—are closed, and martial law is imposed throughout the city.

Those who are interested can go to their nearest city wall and participate in the city defense.

Anyone who slays a demonic beast will be richly rewarded in the Desolate Swamp City!!!

Fu Kongzhi's powerful voice was filled with masculine and peaceful energy, accompanied by a strong foundation-building pressure.

As soon as the news spread, the previously anxious and panicked mood in the city was immediately calmed down.

The group of low-level Qi Refining cultivators all breathed a sigh of relief.

If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

Throughout history, Huangze City has encountered countless beast tides, but it has always managed to survive.

Although they are currently trapped in the Wasteland City, it is the safest option for them.

With Fu Kongzhi's command.

The direct descendants of the city lord's mansion behind him quickly sprang into action, rushing in all directions.

Commanders of the city's defenses, operators of the formations, dispatchers of supplies, coordinators of the city's cultivators' participation in the battle...

Everyone performed their duties in an orderly manner.

"Haha, Brother Lu, it's been a long time!"

"Looks like the beast tide has even scared you, the one who never leaves the house, out of there..."

A hearty laugh rang out.

The newcomer was dressed in white, riding a flying rainbow sword, and was handsome and dashing.

It was Yang Ying, the sixth disciple of the city lord.

"Hehe, I had no choice but to make a fuss. The bell rang nine times in a row. Even if I'm buried in my cultivation, I'm not deaf..."

Lu Zaian smiled and shook his head.

He spent most of his time in seclusion in the city cultivating diligently, and had not seen Yang Ying for a long time.

It seems that Yang Ying was also in charge of defending this section of the city wall.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Yang Ying leaped to Lu Zaian's side and looked out over the city wall.

Boom boom boom——! ! !

The beast tide drew ever closer, and the ground trembled incessantly.

The fur and fangs of every monster charging at the front were clearly visible.

The low-ranking guards and cultivators on the city wall, who were participating in the battle for the first time, looked nervous.

They constantly inspected the large defensive equipment on the city wall, some gripping their magical weapons tightly, others chanting incantations, all ready for battle.

Yang Ying seemed relaxed, but his eyes were unfathomable and his tone was enigmatic.

"In one hundred and sixty years, this beast tide seems to be even more ferocious than the rumors have suggested..."

Lu Zaian's expression shifted, and he tentatively asked:

"Oh? Could it be that the last beast tide that occurred in Huangze City was 160 years ago?"

Brother Yang, do you know any patterns?

What caused this beast tide?

It seems that the Huangze City lineage knows some secrets?

Yang Ying nodded, but answered indifferently:

"That's right. According to the records of Huangze City, the last beast tide was exactly one hundred and sixty years ago."

I had only heard my master mention it briefly before.

It is said that deep within a vast expanse of water, slumbers an extremely terrifying demon.

This great demon has a long lifespan and formidable strength, and it awakens once every so often.

It could be a hundred years, or it could be several hundred years, or even a thousand years...

After waking up, it will roam the inner perimeter of the marshland, hunting and playing until it is full and tired, and then it will fall asleep again.

These beast tides that surged out of the swamp were probably all driven out by its oppressive power, which had even shattered their reason..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zaian's eyes widened in disbelief.

It's rare to hear such a big secret.

Looking up, one could see that the dark, surging tide of beasts contained the aura of many second-tier demonic beasts.

How could they be so frightened by an unknown demon that they ran away from their dwelling and fled the marshland?

"This...this is the first time I've heard such a statement?"

"Brother Yang, has your master ever seen what that great demon looks like, and what level of cultivation it possesses?"

Lu Zaian asked quickly.

"...I don't know. My master only said that he had sensed the aura of that great demon from afar, which made him tremble all over and dare not approach it again..."

"hiss……"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zaian couldn't help but gasp.

The mere aura alone was enough to make a Core Formation cultivator tremble and dare not approach.

What kind of terrifying being is that great demon?

"Fortunately, that great demon has only been sleeping deep in the water."

Otherwise, if it were to cause trouble, who in the entire northern airspace could stop it?

Lu Zaian couldn't help but sigh.

"It's really... I shouldn't chat with Brother Lu any longer, the beast tide is about to collide with us!"

Yang Ying abruptly changed the subject, ending his casual conversation with Lu Zaian.

Instead, he quickly directed the monks on the city wall to prepare to engage the enemy.

Ahead, hundreds of twisted and ferocious flying serpents flapped their wings and opened their blood-red mouths, lunging towards this section of the city wall!

"put!"

Yang Ying gave a cold shout.

The soldiers guarding the city wall were operating five large crossbows, each made up of small magical artifact parts.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A giant, luminous crossbow bolt, inscribed with the word "Crushing Edge," burst forth in an instant!

"Roar!!"

A series of blood mists exploded from the horde of flying serpents, briefly piercing through five enormous holes.

A shrill roar exploded, demon blood splattered everywhere, and the stench was unbearable.