Eastern Sea.
In its topmost depths.
The waves were boundless and mighty.
A nameless little island.
Formation light flashed—countless bolts of thunder and blazing fire enshrouded all within.
Roar!
Tiger howls echoed repeatedly—a winged tiger-shaped Nascent Soul dodged left and right amid the thunderbolts.
"Spare my life, Senior!"
"This little tiger is willing to be your mount—no feat of flying or escaping would be beyond me!"
"I am of ancient bloodline, knowing many secret truths, including the whereabouts of the Demon Saints..."
The tiger demon gazed out of the formation; the Daoist-robed cultivator standing there was precisely the "Heavenly Monarch Yuanling" from its memories. It pleaded endlessly.
"The whereabouts of the Demon Saints? Speak, then."
Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, yet his hands never ceased manipulating the formation and prohibitions; compared to delving into ancient secrets, he preferred to send this tiger demon's soul straight into utter oblivion.
