Two years passed in a flash.
Lü Zhong rose early in the morning. After a hasty breakfast prepared by his maidservant, he boarded a magnificent Flying Ship and headed for Changchun Immortal City, his gaze drifting northward through the porthole.
The calamity of the beast tide was beginning to manifest.
Last year's winter arrived earlier than usual, and Demon Beasts, struggling to find food, began raiding the Changchun North Domain. Caught off guard, countless mortals and cultivators died, and the various Sect Clans suffered considerable losses as well.
Even the Chengde Commerce Association had three of its farms damaged.
He had gone to see the scene for himself. At the time, rampaging Demon Beasts were everywhere—a problem far too great for any single person to solve. This was the reason for today's meeting in Changchun Hall, for which Wanmu True Monarch had invited all Core Formation cultivators in the domain.
'Jointly discuss countermeasures…' Lü Zhong mulled over the words.
