ZZZZ!
The once-dark and oppressive ebony aura surrounding the cave began to shift, transforming into a concentrated, swirling violet mist.
It spread slowly, like a living entity, until it completely concealed the cave from sight.
To any cultivator—or even a mortal—from the Moon Drifting Town who happened to pass by, the sight of this mist would have been deeply alarming.
It was a well-known omen, a harbinger of chaos and destruction. The violet mist signaled the approach of an unbridled beast tide, a phenomenon that had plagued the region for years.
This eerie mist had become a recurring event, appearing three times a year without fail. Each time it descended, it brought with it a wave of mysterious deaths and rampant destruction across the Demon Raiding Mountain.
For most cultivators, the violet mist was the true danger—more feared than even the demonic beasts themselves.
