Chapter Fifty: Troops Approach White Tiger

The Grand Central World of the Primordial Era was divided into five great wilds. These five wilds were further partitioned into a star system, four great seas, and five continents. The five continents were Zhongzhou, Eastern Wilds, Southern Ridges, Northern Plains, and Western Deserts. The four great seas were the Eastern Sea, Southern Sea, Western Sea, and Northern Sea. The sole star system was known as the Celestial Star Domain.

Each of the five continents was comprised of six hundred Dao Domains, bringing the total to three thousand across the continents. The four great seas collectively held ten thousand water realms, each sea including twenty-five hundred such realms. The single star system contained three hundred sixty-five star regions, each with a principal star presiding over and illuminating all the heavens and myriad worlds.

The Western Wilds were ruled by five great powers, with the White Tiger Clan reigning supreme, dominating the Western Wilds.

In the Western Wilds, within the White Tiger Dao Domain, stood the City of the White Tiger. Once prosperous, orderly, and flourishing, this city was a sacred and tranquil haven, long yearned for by countless beings of the Western Wilds.

But now, an endless aura of slaughter and chill had transformed into rolling blood-red mist, filling the sacred city of the White Tiger with ominous dread.

Inside the city, ranks of White Tiger Divine Soldiers, faces solemn and tense, clad in white tiger armor and wielding divine blades, moved swiftly under the command of White Tiger Generals. They mounted White Tiger Cloud Riders, flying rapidly toward the city walls. From afar, the endless White Tiger army surged as if a rolling sea of clouds, all converging upon the ramparts.

A thunderous roar shattered the clouds in the sky, mountains below collapsed with a rumble, and rivers reversed their course in an instant. A colossal white tiger, towering at nine thousand five hundred zhang, slowly materialized above the city, its gaze fixed forward with regal ferocity, unleashing a mighty, awe-inspiring roar.

Only a faint breeze drifted across the world, as if mocking the white tiger's fury. The white tiger dared not relax, its majestic eyes locked ahead, awaiting the enemy's move.

The next moment, the five million White Tiger soldiers finally glimpsed the mortal foe they were fated to face.

Disbelief slowly crept onto their faces. Even those Tiger Kings who already knew and had prepared themselves drew sharp, cold breaths, sweat streaming down their brows.

The five million strong White Tiger army stared wide-eyed, their pupils filled with disbelief, terror, despair, and every manner of anguish.

At the horizon, ten thousand miles away, a crimson flood surged over the edge of the world, sweeping toward the City of the White Tiger with overwhelming force.

As soon as the blood-red torrent appeared, heaven and earth turned crimson, the world itself shifting with the tide.

When the flood closed to within ten thousand miles of the city, the five million warriors at last saw clearly what it was that spelled their doom.

A beast tide.

The greatest force in the primordial world was not the dragon clan or any other monarchic race, but the endless, inexhaustible horde of ferocious beasts.

When Pangu split heaven and earth, he slew three thousand chaotic devil gods, fusing their true forms into the primordial world or transforming them into the myriad heavens, supporting creation. These devil gods perished filled with endless hatred for Pangu and the world. Their bodies, merged with the land, gave birth to boundless resentment.

This resentment gradually took form and became the ferocious beasts.

From birth, the mission of these beasts was to slaughter all life in the world, to destroy creation in vengeance for their fallen progenitors.

The three thousand chaotic devil gods were darlings of the Dao, born noble and unimaginably powerful. Even the weakest among them could shatter Divine Emperors or Great Golden Immortal sages. Pangu had slain over two thousand of them—imagine the intensity of their lingering malice! From this demonic resentment arose an endless horde of monsters.

Not only did these beasts slaughter every living thing, but the lands they overran turned into killing fields, breeding grounds for even more ferocious beasts.

Thus, the myriad races of the primordial world could only avoid direct conflict, unable to withstand such endless onslaught.

Fortunately, the beasts spawned from the devil gods’ resentment were rejected by the laws of heaven and earth, never gaining full intellect, doomed to wander in a mindless haze.

Otherwise, the endless beast tide would long since have exterminated all living things and unified the world.

The myriad races, facing these mindless fiends, waged their own relentless war in return.

Beasts slaughtered all beings; all beings slaughtered the beasts.

Why did the great powers of the primordial world build so many cities in their domains? The most crucial reason was to protect the living from the beasts’ slaughter.

Yet, as the cities rose, the beasts began to gather into tides, great and small, launching assaults upon the walls of civilization.

Each appearance of a beast tide brought devastation to the cities of the myriad races.

Still, as the beasts lacked true intelligence, how could they hope to outwit the sentient races? Of the countless cities, only a rare few had ever been destroyed by a beast tide—most still stood firm.

Of course, not even the mightiest dared to provoke a beast tide lightly.

Beast tides varied in scale. The smallest, ten thousand strong, could eradicate an ordinary demigod-level force; those reaching a million could destroy even a God King’s domain.

But how many filled the beast tide now surging toward the White Tiger City?

A conservative estimate: over ten million!

What did ten million mean? Any ordinary deity-level force would be annihilated by such a horde.

Since the dawn of the primordial ages, never had a beast tide exceeding ten million been seen. After all, with their lack of intelligence, it was near impossible for such numbers to gather.

Yet now, the White Tiger City faced a beast tide surpassing ten million.

Ten million! Twenty million! Thirty million! Forty million! Fifty million!

With every increment of ten million, the despair of the five million defenders grew.

Fifty million.

The five million soldiers of White Tiger City had already resigned themselves to death.

A world-shaking, earth-rending roar of murderous intent erupted from the mouths of fifty million beasts within the blood-red flood.

A mighty wave of sonic force, transformed into a blade of blood, slashed toward the city.

This was the counterattack of the fifty million-strong beast army.

Upon hearing the bloodthirsty roar, the hearts of the defenders shook with terror. The weaker tiger soldiers even vomited blood on the spot.

Only the Tiger Generals and Tiger Kings could withstand the auditory onslaught of the beast horde.

Roar!

The colossal white tiger atop the city, seeing its forces wounded, eyes burning red with rage, bellowed defiantly at the oncoming flood.

A golden wave of sound, transformed into a miniature golden divine tiger, charged roaring toward the blood-red tide.

From the flood, a world-annihilating murderous aura rose to the heavens, condensing into a peerless beast, nine thousand nine hundred zhang tall.

This monstrous beast, its face twisted and hideous, bore six massive blood-red eyes and six blood-drenched wings upon its back.

With a casual swipe, its colossal claw obliterated the mighty golden tiger.

The blood-red tide surged on, unceasing, at last surrounding the White Tiger City completely.

The enemy was at the gates.