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Moonfall Lake.

A vast lake recently named.

The lake's surface shimmered, stretching so far that the opposite shore was impossible to see, demonstrating its immense size.

The water was a deep azure, exceptionally clear; at first glance, one might mistake it for a scenic attraction.

But that was far from the truth. Just six months ago, this lake didn't exist; this place was just a desolate wilderness.

A spatial secret realm had shattered, transforming into this lake.

As small worlds and secret realms shattered and merged, the area of Blue Star was continuously expanding.

During the day, the lake water, having absorbed endless moonlight, radiated a faint, almost invisible aura.

Drinking the lake water could rapidly accelerate the evolution of beasts, though not as quickly as the Blood Pool Secret Realm.

However, the long-term effects grew stronger over time.

This led to astonishing changes in the trees, weeds, and wildflowers around the lake.

While carnivorous plants existed on Blue Star before, they were limited to species like Venus flytraps and posed no threat to humans.

Catalyzed by Moonfall Lake, the plants around its perimeter, having arrived with the spatial shattering, had become demonized.

Even the original plants of Blue Star, after six months, had developed gnarled roots and bizarre thorns; even a single tree gave off a menacing, clawing feeling.

They became highly abstract, with some trees sprouting various distorted, struggling human faces.

They looked extremely eerie, constituting a form of mental pollution.

Prolonged exposure to such forests would inevitably lead to madness due to the suppression and fear...

Similarly, the animals that arrived with the spatial shattering had become a menace in this area.

The danger of Blue Star's wilderness stemmed not only from the feralization of its native beasts but also from the animals that came with the fragmentation of various small worlds.

This was why ferocious beasts were the second greatest threat after the anomalies.

The feralization of Blue Star's native beasts was still somewhat predictable.

But these monsters and ferocious beasts that merged into Blue Star from small worlds were the truly troublesome existences.

The only saving grace was that no world-destroying demon beasts had yet emerged.

Currently, only ferocious beasts that hadn't yet transcended were appearing.

As mentioned before, existing firearms could eliminate ninety-nine percent of these ferocious beasts.

The rampant anomalies, the expanding Blue Star, and the raging ferocious beasts were the root causes of Blue Star's near-anarchic state.

Exhausted, feeling hopeless, numb, uncaring, letting things be.

Cities, as individual units, stubbornly banded together to survive.

At the edge of Moonfall Lake.

Minghui, looking slightly aged, gazed at the newly drawn, crude map.

"How is the Daoist sect in the south?"

"Master, the Daoist sect is still pushing forward, with significant sacrifices. The message half an hour ago indicated the loss of seventeen benefactors."

Minghui nodded without emotion: "What about us?"

"Master, we have lost more, twenty monks."

Minghui's expression remained unchanged: "Have all the remains been recovered?"

"Reporting to the Master, three are missing, devoured by the beasts."

Minghui's tightly clenched hand betrayed him; the map was nearly torn apart.

"Properly collect the remains of the fallen monks."

"Yes!"

It hadn't even been three days since receiving Xuanghuang's teachings.

The Martial Alliance divided into two groups: one focused on developing the Blood Pool Secret Realm, and the other entered the wilderness to clear out ferocious beasts.

The Confucian, Daoist, and Buddhist families dispatched nearly half of their experts to clear the wilderness around South City and some newly formed lands.

In two days, the Buddhist sect lost twenty, the Daoist sect seventeen, and the Confucian sect thirty-one, the most of all.

Although it seemed cruel, it wasn't.

Countless people died on Blue Star every day, at the hands of anomalies, in the wilderness, or from being unable to survive.

Spiritualists died every day, let alone ordinary people, let alone the Confucian, Daoist, and Buddhist practitioners.

The tranquility of Qingyun Mountain had obscured the massive changes in the world, hiding the wails and screams of living beings.

As the head of the Buddhist sect, Minghui understood that while these sacrifices were painful, they were necessary.

Without sacrifice, there could be no dignity. They needed to fight ferocious beasts and anomalies to prove humanity's existence.

"Bang!" "Boom!" "Amitabha!"

The Buddhist sect mainly attacked the west, where a group of non-Blue Star beasts were being besieged across a battlefield spanning six or seven miles.

"Go!"

A faint glow shimmered around Minghui, and a phantom millstone slowly rotated above his head.

The ferocious beasts' attacks were blocked.

With a wave of his will, four gray-blue seals attacked four unknown canine behemoths, each nearly five meters tall.

"Buzz!"

The divine seals specialized in attacking the soul.

"Woof—Aooo—"

Several screams rang out. Although the four canine behemoths showed no physical harm, their souls had been completely shattered by the seals.

"Collect!"

"Refine!"

Minghui shouted, and the Gui Xu millstone above his head slowly rotated.

The shattered souls of the four canine behemoths were captured.

"Swish!"

The millstone began to operate, extracting the true meaning of the damaged souls, while the rest was ground into a pure soul liquid.

"Hoo!"

Minghui absorbed it, strengthening his own soul.

At this moment, Minghui didn't resemble a virtuous monk; one might mistake him for an old demon devouring souls.

"Quickly collect the corpses; the flesh, blood, and marrow of these ferocious beasts are also valuable."

Well, this shout confirmed it even more.

Not only did he extract and refine souls, but he also didn't spare the flesh, blood, and marrow—a complete demon monk.

The other monks' eyes, however, were filled with fervor.

They had witnessed the master's divine abilities many times in the past two days.

They exclaimed: This is a true high monk.

It's over, a group of demon monks.

"The casualties are not small, but the gains are even greater. If the Buddhist sect wants to be reborn in Nirvana, it must enter hell."

Leaving aside other gains in the past three days.

Minghui himself had already reached the late stage of the seventh level of Soul Refinement.

If it continued, he would definitely reach the eighth level of Soul Refinement in less than ten days.

Of course, that was if there were no barriers or bottlenecks.

"Indeed, Master Xuan said it right; the wilderness is the best place for improvement."

Minghui fully understood Xuanghuang's meaning.

Dozens of trailers couldn't finish hauling the corpses of the ferocious beasts. This was both points and resources for the Body Refinement and Qi Refinement cultivators of the Buddhist sect.

Not to mention the tempering of the will on the battlefield.

Many monks had already reported that, despite the extreme danger, they had made great progress, especially the warrior monks.

The battlefield was definitely the greatest opportunity for Body Refinement warriors.

At this moment.

A high monk covered in blood walked over.

"Master, there are too many ferocious beast corpses. We need spatial rings, preferably two, otherwise it will be difficult to bring them back."

The roads in the wilderness had long been cut off.

There were suddenly more mountains here and more rivers and lakes there, making transportation impossible. Airplanes and other transportation methods were too small.

Large transport aircraft were difficult to land and take off, and helicopters had too little capacity.

This made it impossible to transport the killed ferocious beasts back.

Waste was absolutely shameful, and they couldn't afford to waste resources.

"Let Master Jinguang purchase them, exchange for as many as possible, at least two storage rings, or storage belts and bracelets, in short, as much goodwill as possible. We can't live without this kind of storage equipment in the future."

"Yes!"

The reporting monk immediately went to contact Master Jinguang and others, who were still on Qingyun Mountain and about to come to support.

And after completely refining the souls of the four fierce beasts.

Minghui, whose aura had deepened slightly, scanned the battlefield.

Martial monks were at the forefront, some wielding huge machetes and spears, others holding multi-barreled Gatling guns for support at any time.

Qi Refining monks followed closely behind, with Spirit Refining monks and monks holding thick hot weapons bringing up the rear.

Blood and fire coexisted, and fighting was the main theme.

Blood flowed all over the ground, both from monks and from fierce beasts.

"Sorrow everywhere, blood all over the city!"

Minghui sighed faintly, adjusted his breathing, and quickly joined the battlefield again.

...

The old Taoist with鹤发童颜 (lit. crane's hair and child's face, meaning healthy old age) held a spear.

Despite his old age, he was a martial arts cultivator at the fifth level of body refinement.

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The spear in his hand hissed, his movements were agile, and he fought against a three-meter-tall multi-legged unknown fierce beast.

The fierce beast's body had been pierced with many wounds, and the intense pain stimulated its instinctive nature, which lacked intelligence.

The multi-legged beast pressed forward, not understanding how to leave room for maneuver.

"Good beast, coming well, watch the spear."

The old Taoist did not retreat but advanced, facing the giant beast and thrusting his spear, piercing the beast's throat with a 'shua' sound.

"Waa--"

Amidst violent struggles and child-like screams.

The old Taoist took advantage of the situation to pull out the spear and stir, and when the spear came out, thick blood spurted out like a fountain.

The old Taoist quickly disengaged and moved away. This fierce beast would not live long and was struggling desperately. It was unwise to go forward now, just wait for it to die on its own.

Not far away.

A giant tree towered into the sky.

"Receive!"

Dozens of fierce beasts, large and small, seemed to be locked on, their bodies constantly struggling, their vitality gradually fading, their souls intact, their flesh undamaged, but their energy and life were gone.

Jianmu was very good at dealing with group attacks.

With the blessing of the protective treasure light, the beasts could hardly break through the defense. Jiutong stood in the midst of the beasts, using the magical power of the Tongtian Jianmu Visualization Diagram.

Vitality dissipated and energy was exhausted.

Life and energy = fate.

The vitality was quickly absorbed and refined, and a portion of the vitality and true meaning was fed back to Jiutong.

Jiutong's Qi Refining cultivation level rapidly improved, already at the peak of the seventh level.

He was faster than Minghui, mainly because Jianmu was too good at dealing with group attacks.

Minghui could only attack four fierce beasts at a time with four great seals, while Jiutong attacked a group.

Of course, Jiutong was strong against group attacks, but point-to-point strong attacks were weaker than the Guixu Nine Seals method.

One was strong in single combat, the other was strong against group attacks.

The Taoist sect was responsible for the south, the Martial Arts Alliance for the north, the Buddhist sect for the west, and the Confucian sect for the east.

The four forces worked together to clear the Moonfall Lake.

After refining and adjusting his breathing, Jiutong received a report.

In the same situation, many fierce beasts were killed, but it was difficult to bring them back.

He had to contact support personnel to exchange for storage rings, exchanging as much as possible. Compared with the harvest, it was not worth mentioning.

Not just the harvest of points and money, but the harvest of cultivation and the tempering of will on the battlefield.

As for the losses and deaths in battle, let's not talk about them. The battlefield is cruel, how can there be no casualties?

Useless to be sentimental, killing more fierce beasts is to avenge fellow practitioners.

Continue to cultivate, continue to become stronger, and go deep into the Great Dao. This is the best response to fellow practitioners.

Carry on with their dreams.

A group of 'Demon Buddhas' in the west.

Here was a group of 'Demon Taoists'.

Each was covered in blood, their qi and blood steaming, their eyes glaring, and the weapons in their hands were stained with blood and scattered souls.

"Kill!"

"Evil creature, eat a knife from this Taoist priest."

"Kill!"

Slaughter was the main theme.

In the east, there was also a group of 'crazy scholars'.

Don't think that scholars are weak. They are proficient in everything from chariots and horses to bows and arrows.

There were those who practiced body refinement, qi refinement, and spirit refinement, and they were just as good at killing fierce beasts.

At the forefront of this battlefield was Yan Lai's Jianmu phantom. The branches and leaves of Jianmu moved, scattering white halos.

The white halos scattered into the surrounding crowd.

Everyone who was integrated into the white halo suddenly seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and their wilting aura quickly strengthened, even more energetic than eating a perfect tonic soup.

If Jiutong showed the death of Tongtian Jianmu, then Yan Lai showed the life.

In simple terms, he was a super nanny.

Constantly replenishing blood and restoring vitality to the monks in the bloody battle.

And the monks quickly threw the slain fierce beasts to the foot of Jianmu, and the roots of Jianmu quickly entangled and refined them.

Part of it was returned to Yan Lai, and then Yan Lai used the Rejuvenation Technique to replenish the monks' energy and vitality at all times.

It was all about recycling.

This may be the reason why the Confucian sect sacrificed the most.

Everyone was injected with chicken blood, how could they not fight desperately? As a result, they accidentally fell.

After capturing another stronghold, what blocked them in front was a strange and bizarre forest.

This place was not far from the lake.

"Control!"

The Tongtian Jianmu phantom trembled, and gray-white air currents like silk threads scattered.

Each air current targeted a strange tree.

In an instant, the strange trees twisted and struggled violently, and the already tentacle-like branches became even more vivid.

The fierce beasts ambushing in the strange forest immediately suffered.

The branches, leaves, and roots of these trees quickly entangled them.

"Roar!"

"Hiss hiss hiss--"

"Hua--"

Various sounds came, and standing on the high ground and looking over, the strange forest transformed into an army of trees.

This made the fierce beasts in the forest difficult to defend against.

"Quick, kill them, I have controlled the strange trees."

Yan Lai's face was pale at this moment. Jianmu's ability to control plant puppets was very strong. But his cultivation was too poor, and such a unique skill almost drained all his energy.

The Confucian sect admired the Sect Leader very much. This was the 'Great Confucian' demeanor in their minds.

Not the ability to write articles, but to transform into a super master, or all kinds of auxiliary nanny masters.

"Kill!"

Even so, the dying struggle of the fierce beasts caused damage to the Confucian sect.

But the outcome was already determined. The Confucian sect lost the most, but they were also the first to clear it out. The east was opened up by them to a road leading to Moonfall Lake.

They occupied one side of the development and utilization of Moonfall Lake.

After all, the lake is the paradise for fierce beasts and monsters, and the surroundings of the lake can only be appetizers.

This lake has huge development value, and various magical abilities are worth their huge investment.

Sunset, moonrise.

The lake was like a silver mirror, as if the surrounding moonlight was absorbed.

Occasionally, huge shadows appeared on the lake surface, and occasionally, groups of long-toothed fish and snakes swam by, like a huge abyss that could devour everything.

Looking back, they were all tired and covered in blood.

Thirty-three people died, and the injured were not too many, and they were all healed.

"It's just a thought to save the common people!"

Yan Lai said in a low voice.

Then he turned around to prepare for the coming of the night, which was even more dangerous at night.

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