Starting With Chaos Physique

Chapter 38 Slapping a Powerful Demonic Beast to Death With One Palm, Turn Around and Take a Detour

Rumble!

With the golden-robed elder’s announcement, a deafening roar seemed to echo from the eastern horizon as if in response. It was the sound of a mountain-like surge, the rumble of a vast black tide of beasts!

The beast horde was already less than three thousand miles from Northern Wilderness City!

Their numbers were overwhelming, numbering at least tens of thousands. As they charged forth from the Northern Wilderness Sacred Tomb, they left a trail of destruction in their wake—ancient trees and desolate forests obliterated as though they had never existed.

Leading the horde were several colossal golden eagles with wingspans spanning hundreds of meters. Their bodies radiated golden brilliance, their auras exuding terrifying intensity. Cruelty and bloodthirstiness gleamed in their eyes.

Their strength had far surpassed the Heaven Splitting Realm!

Their piercing screeches transformed into sound waves that could shatter clouds and rocks, powerful beyond description.

Mountains crumbled and rivers ceased their flow.

“So many of them! So this is the Dark Beast Tide?”

Standing atop the walls of Northern Wilderness City, many young cultivators, witnessing this awe-inspiring sight for the first time, trembled uncontrollably, a mix of terror and exhilaration coursing through their veins.

“The Hunting Conference has begun. Let’s go.”

In the architectural complex of the Gu Family, Gu Changsheng, clad in snow-white robes, stood with hands behind his back. His gaze turned eastward as though penetrating through layers of space. He then addressed the group of Gu Family disciples behind him.

Standing to his right were Tuoba Siyu and Su Xiaoxuan, while to his left stood Gu Minghuang and Gu Guangming.

They surrounded him like stars orbiting the moon.

“Yes, Divine Son!”

“Yes, Divine Son!”

All the disciples of the Gu Family responded in unison, their voices filled with confidence and strength. Excitement surged uncontrollably within them.

One by one, they resembled young heavenly soldiers and generals, exuding an imposing killing intent.

Soon, under the rumble of powerful engines, ancient warships etched with glowing runes and radiating divine light began to ascend into the sky. Mighty beasts roared, pulling them forward as they set off towards the Northern Wilderness Sacred Tomb.

Their route was clear—they would start from Northern Wilderness City and cut through the beast horde into the depths of the sacred tomb.

Simultaneously, similar scenes unfolded in the Ying Family and the Qin Family, both Immortal Families. Their warships and flying vessels, shimmering with divine patterns, rose swiftly into the sky, speeding eastward like meteors.

Disciples from other immortal sects, such as Dead Lake and the Heavenly Dao Sect, rode their swords, flew on beasts, or transformed into radiant streams of light, chasing closely behind with comparable speed.

The entire Northern Wilderness City erupted into a frenzy.

Countless sects and clans turned their gazes towards this monumental event, eagerly anticipating the spectacle of the Hunting Conference.

On the floating screen of the “Qiankun Mirror,” synchronized images began to display.

The screen revealed the advancing beast tide three thousand miles away, accompanied by unsettling waves of energy emanating from the Northern Wilderness Sacred Tomb.

A gray mist hung over the tomb, spreading like a vast, ominous cloud from its icy palace. Countless beasts converged from all directions, pouring out from within.

Amidst the mist-covered, gray, and overcast sacred tomb lay an ancient and crumbling city, seemingly ravaged by time.

The ruins stretched for thousands of miles, composed of ancient halls and pavilions. Their dilapidated state bore the marks of endless years, with faint traces of ancient glory lingering in the cracks.

Some structures radiated Dao energy and divine brilliance, their surfaces adorned with remnants of profound laws, though all appeared incomplete as though erased by time.

Strange and eerie sounds resonated intermittently from the tomb.

It was as if a colossal drumbeat reverberated, causing the hearts of every cultivator to tighten involuntarily.

“The events inside the Northern Wilderness Sacred Tomb are entirely within the Qiankun Mirror’s surveillance. Truly a treasure of unimaginable power.”

Those cultivators remaining in Northern Wilderness City couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. Most were ineligible to participate in the Hunting Conference due to their cultivation levels being below the Earth-Cracking Realm or their age exceeding fifty.

Most of these individuals were either ancient figures or regionally renowned experts.

“The opportunities within the sacred tomb are truly enviable.”

“Indeed. With such a treasure in hand, even the most perilous secret realms would be like a walk in the park.”

As the procession surged eastward from Northern Wilderness City, its momentum was unstoppable, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

Ancient warships of cyan hue bore marks of battle scars—sword and spear gouges—and traces of blood that time could not erase, each a testament to their glorious history.

The fierce wind howled, mountains and rivers receded rapidly in the distance.

Standing at the forefront, Gu Changsheng’s robes and hair remained utterly still despite the raging currents.

The ancient warships traveled with incredible speed, covering hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

Before long, a massive beast corrupted by the undead material appeared in Gu Changsheng’s view. Its immense body, elongated wings, and lifeless eyes exuded only slaughter and savagery.

It was a mutated Peng Bird, its body surrounded by crackling purple lightning. Far swifter than the rest of the horde, it charged at the forefront.

Its strength was at the sixth stage of the Heaven Splitting Realm—a level of might referred to as the pinnacle of great power.

“Leading beasts like this are often stronger than the rest, possibly due to innate speed abilities,” Gu Changsheng mused.

The mutated Peng Bird, six minor realms and one major realm above him, clawed toward him like a streak of purple lightning. Yet his expression remained unchanged.

With a casual palm strike—

Boom!

A terrifying force erupted. The chilling sound of bones shattering echoed in the air.

Before it could even cry out, the mutated Peng Bird exploded into a mist of blood, scattering across the sky!

This shocking scene was witnessed by many young cultivators aboard the warships behind Gu Changsheng. Their faces turned pale as they watched, their hearts pounding wildly.

Without a word, they silently steered their warships off this route.

“One palm to obliterate a mighty beast—like swatting a fly…”

“How unlucky for us to encounter such a monstrous figure this year.”

Even the youthful leaders of immortal forces like the Heavenly Dao Sect and Dead Lake felt a bitter helplessness. Opting for different routes, they retreated without hesitation.

Though it was humiliating for these supposed paragons of youth, wisdom dictated that confronting Gu Changsheng was a futile effort that could only end in humiliation.

Sometimes, being wise is not a good choice.