Eastern Sea.
The depths.
Waves vast and boundless.
Nameless island.
Formation's spiritual light twinkles, covered with countless thunders and blazing fires.
Roar!
The sound of a tiger's roar reverberates, a tiger-shaped Nascent Soul with wings on its back, dodging left and right amidst the thunder.
"Senior, spare my life!"
"This tiger is willing to be your mount, capable of flying and escaping without bounds."
"This junior's bloodline carries the inheritance of the ancients, aware of many closely guarded secrets, including the whereabouts of a Demon Saint..."
The tiger demon looked outside the Formation, at the cultivator in ancient Taoist robe—it was "Heavenly Monarch Yuanling" from its memories—continuously pleading for mercy.
"The whereabouts of the Demon Saint? Go on, speak."
Zhou Yi's gaze grew sharp, yet he did not stop the Formation and Prohibition, more interested in sending the tiger demon's soul to its doom than exploring ancient secrets.
