In the Ruins City, it was bustling with activity, and the cultivators coming and going had no idea of any danger.
On a certain tavern, a few cultivators drinking and boasting suddenly felt a chill. Given their physical resilience, it was hard for them to feel cold unless they encountered ancient mystic ice, a rare occurrence unless one was unlucky, and those who encountered it wouldn't be sitting here chatting.
So, where did this chill come from? It was more terrifying than an ice stream; how was this possible!
"So cold, I can't take it, need some wine to warm up."
"Something's not right; it's clearly broad daylight, where's this chill coming from?"
Some cultivators quickly flew into the air.
"My god!"
What is that!
They saw a gigantic head looking this way, its tens of thousands of feet long body instilling fear.
"What are you staring at, run!"
"What the hell is that!"
"It's a star divine beast."
The city was in chaos, countless cultivators fleeing for their lives.
