On the outskirts of Taihang Mountain, a bright moon hung in the night sky.
The entire forest appeared tranquil and harmonious.
Two young cultivators, one on the left and one on the right, retreated backward.
Only when they reached a cave did they finally relax.
"It's getting harder to survive in this Taihang Mountain!" one person wearing a Mo Clan Daoist robe couldn't help but frown and complain.
The other, similarly a bearded, muscular man, nodded.
"The Demon Beasts here seem to be very restless lately. I always feel something is about to happen; it wasn't like this before!"
"Could it be a beast tide is coming?" Hearing the bearded man speak, the person beside him was taken aback.
With the mention of this possibility, terror flashed across both of their eyes.
If a beast tide were to come, they would have to leave immediately.
Otherwise, if they were truly engulfed in a beast tide, they'd be heading straight towards death.
