Front Line of the Beast Tide, Part 6

Su Qing’s figure vanished from the spot. If they weren’t mistaken, she had been sucked into the book.

And Jiang Xiaocao, who had always been unremarkable but very agreeable, seemed to have completely changed.

He still looked the same, yet it was as if he had instantly lost all warmth, becoming exceptionally cold and eerie, especially those dark, deep eyes.

He was still the same person, yet for no reason, no one dared to meet his gaze.

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Emerald green grass leaves grew wildly around him, almost like a green wave, engulfing that ordinary ledger.

Grass filaments desperately drilled into the inner pages, as if trying to forcibly pry the ledger open.

Soon, the ledger inflated like a blown-up balloon, but even at this point, the cover remained tightly shut, refusing to open even a crack.

Seeing that the ledger was about to split into pieces, Hua Ling cried out, “Xiaocao, stop! The ledger will break!”

Jiang Shuyi said anxiously, “We still don’t know the ledger’s effect on Su Qing. What if it breaks, and Su Qing can’t get out?!”

Before she finished speaking, all the grass leaves instantly retracted.

The forest wind swept through, rustling the treetops and branches, blowing everyone’s hair.

The grass filaments on the ground also swayed gently.

Everything returned to its usual appearance. But everyone present knew that something had changed.

The ledger slowly descended from the air, gently caught by a pale, slender hand.

Jiang Xiaocao clutched the ledger and said calmly, “I know.”

Gu Zimou unconsciously swallowed. He stammered, “This didn’t happen for no reason. There must be a reason. Don’t worry yet.”

Bai Ying immediately said, “And the Sword School is also here. Even if we can’t solve it temporarily, the sect will always have a way.”

Xiaocao lowered his head and didn’t answer. It was then that he noticed something strange about the ledger in his hand. “It can be opened now.”

This ledger, which was among the cheapest in Yinlan City’s shops, was passed from Xiaocao’s hands to each person, finally resting in the center of the group.

It seemed to have completely lost its divine power and become exceptionally ordinary.

Xiaocao flipped through Qiu Er’s daily records, until he landed on the page where Su Qing had just written. The latest handwriting was precisely the three characters Su Qing had just written, [Who are you?], and the terrifying “kill” characters around them had all vanished.

Because all the subsequent pages were stained with dark ink, as if the countless “kill” characters were hidden within the ink. One couldn’t see “kill” because “kill” was all around.

Everyone’s faces changed dramatically, and they said in unison, “Dangerous.”

In the depths of the Myriad Beast Forest, Yan Chi suddenly opened her eyes.

If one were to observe from above, this frightfully lush primeval forest spread densely to the horizon, so deep that even birds were absent.

But for those who knew, after observing with a calm mind, they would realize that every swaying leaf, every intertwining vine here, no longer seemed to be purely natural creations.

It was as if an invisible hand had forcefully straightened them into a certain order.

Even the seemingly random arrangement of trees appeared as invisible lines quietly flowing through this forest.

And these intricate lines, after layers upon layers of winding and intertwining, under one ingenious arrangement after another, finally formed a high-tier array formation.

The array formation was suppressing this forest, or rather, suppressing a certain entity within the forest.

Lin Hebai asked, “How is it?”

“It’s still feeding,” Yan Chi said in a deep voice. “It doesn’t seem worried about its situation.”

“Still feeding?” Lin Hebai asked in surprise, “All the high-cultivation demon beasts in the Myriad Beast Forest have been sealed. Where is it getting food? If it continues to eat endlessly, the situation might become uncontrollable.”

The “it” they spoke of was the Myriad Beast Forest itself.

This forest was not, as ordinary people might think, an unconscious entity that embraced and sacrificed everything. On the exact contrary, it was cold, ruthless, and even selfish.

The reason beast tides occurred here every century was precisely because the forest felt that the speed at which these beasts multiplied exceeded its designated boundaries.

It had to take measures to make them self-destruct.

And the flesh and blood of the dead demon beasts would become a new round of nourishment, nourishing the forest to grow into a new colossal entity.

As for the demon beasts that survived, it wasn’t due to good luck, but simply because the forest needed them to continue growing, to provide the next round of blood food.

As for those selfless titles, they were merely humans projecting their own emotions onto it.

Therefore, in just a thousand years, the Myriad Beast Forest expanded rapidly at a terrifying rate. It devoured plains, hills, deserts, and cities.

Until the Full Moon War, a demonic bone flying from Sword Mountain deeply embedded itself, becoming a sore on the forest, forcing it to temporarily halt its growth and choose to heal the wound first.

Unfortunately, as seen now, the wound not only failed to heal successfully but instead allowed demonic energy to suppress spiritual energy, gradually infecting the entire forest.

But for a forest whose nature was expansion, why wouldn’t this be a welcome outcome? It was not bound by the morality of heaven and earth; transforming from spiritual to demonic brought it no loss.

“According to our human cultivator’s division of realms, it should be at least at the Integration stage, but under the demonic bone’s constant erosion over the years, it has probably fallen back to the Spirit Transformation stage.”

Yan Chi sneered, “Cultivating to the Spirit Transformation stage grants the ability to tear through space. Their mastery of space is far beyond what we can imagine. Spirit Transformation cultivators can all have their own unique secluded abodes, and that demonic bone is probably hidden within its abode. It is extremely cunning, making me even wonder if it has truly not yet awakened its spiritual intelligence. Perhaps it is feeding in its abode behind our backs, after all, it has lived for nearly ten thousand years and possesses countless methods.”

Yan Chi’s gaze flickered for a moment, then became resolute. “I have already sent Yan Jin to invite the old City Lord. If things truly reach the worst step, we will solve it with the worst method.”

Lin Hebai understood her unspoken meaning.

Wars between cultivators usually occurred within the same tier.

If the Myriad Beast Forest was at Spirit Transformation, then to completely resolve it, they would also need a Spirit Transformation cultivator.

But the cost would be that they would also lose a Spirit Transformation cultivator.

After a brief daze, Su Qing regained her consciousness.

She had transmigrated into a book?

If she could choose, she hoped she could transmigrate into a novel about a God-tier rich system and making a fortune, rather than a boring daily log full of typos.

Su Qing looked around and couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart.

This should also be the Myriad Beast Forest, but unlike the dense green outside, the forest here was purplish-black.

There was a stagnant black mist swirling above the trees, and the air was extremely cold and damp, as if clinging to her body, sapping her body temperature with every breath.

She shivered involuntarily. With this shiver, an invisible, intangible white glimmer was slowly stripped from her body.

Su Qing’s blood suddenly grew colder. She realized that this mist was deadly; it was eroding her life force!

She was wrong. Transmigrating into a daily log, compared to this situation, would also be a good thing.

Surrounded by mist, Su Qing didn’t even know where to go.

In just the short time she pondered, her blood grew several degrees colder. The cold made her head dizzy, her throat tight, and her breathing very uneven.

She tried to activate her spiritual energy for defense but found she couldn’t even locate her dantian.

Not only that, she had no external objects around her; Man Qing Sword was gone, her storage bag was gone, only she herself remained, inexplicably glowing.

If this continued, she would truly die.

Su Qing had no time to think much. Her gaze landed on a hollow tree. Taking three steps in two, she rushed forward and forcibly squeezed inside.

She originally intended to use this large tree to hide from the deadly mist, but she didn’t expect a hidden world beneath. This tree hollow was actually connected to the underground.

The underground was still unknown, but going outside was a dead end. She could only go down and see first.

Su Qing decisively made a decision. She fumbled and jumped down. Below, it was pitch black.

Although there was also mist, its concentration was much lower than above. She could endure for a long time.

What kind of hellhole was this? She quickened her pace, walking forward with great apprehension.

For a long time, she didn’t know where she was going.

The underground was as black as thick ink. Only a faint glimmer of light surrounded her, but relying solely on herself, this light couldn’t penetrate the front.

She was like a small insect stuck in ink, her five senses lost, completely unable to discern direction.

It was getting colder and colder. The further Su Qing walked, the fainter her light became, and the faster her body temperature drained.

Just before her brain was frozen into ice shards, she finally saw a light source in the darkness.

She felt a faint warmth. Her frozen limbs warmed up, and even her numb brain began to function again.

A group of figures sat ahead, looking up and facing her direction. None of these people’s faces were clear, but they were all enveloped in a layer of white light, which emanated from their chests, where a small flame flickered.

Thanks to them, Su Qing roughly guessed what she looked like now.

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She should also be a glowing person.

Someone stood up and greeted, “Newcomer?”