The waterfall in the mountain stream reversed back to the spring, the water flow froze the instant it touched the Black Tide, as if an invisible and greedy giant mouth was devouring the mountain spring.

The originally sharp mountain peak seemed to be gnawed by an invisible giant mouth, vaporizing into black mist to merge with the surging Black Tide.

The collapse of the entire mountain was not a thunderous crash, nor a slow sinking, but like sugar cubes thrown into boiling water.

This process was accelerated by thousands of times; within a few minutes, the once majestic mountain range was reduced to a smoking big pit.

Controlled by the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, the Black Tide did not stop, continuing to advance further away.

When the Black Tide swept over the city-state established by the Descent Clan, death began to have a temperature.

The solid city walls crumbled like crisp cookies, the defending warriors remained in a posture of terror, and the next second they melted into the Black Tide.

The statues inside the city, worshiped and offered day and night, revealed their pitiful nature.

They were merely silent stones, unable to save the believers.

The "God King Statue" crafted from Crystal Stone was the first to disappear into the Black Tide.

Next was the collapse of the Guardian God Statue.

This giant statue, smoothed and made shiny by countless believers' touches, even crumbled in a direction towards the fleeing believers as its base shattered.

The love on its face briefly turned into ferocity due to its fragmentation while being swallowed by the Black Tide.

The Black Tide quickly reached the War God Statue.

This statue, majestic and covered with various sacrificing weapons, showed no resistance, rapidly engulfed and consumed.

The priests praying in front of the statues also did not escape death.

The Black Tide heartlessly swept over the altar, consuming both statues and believers.

No miracles, no salvation, only the physical metamorphosis of the stone used to create the statues back to their original energy state.

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit watched all this indifferently, without a ripple in its heart, nor cared about the thick history of this race.

Also, how much effort was spent when they arrived at the Monster World.

The Black Tide under its control would indiscriminately devour everything.

It cared not for the faith, courage, or acts of sacrifice performed within the city-state.

As for their cries and wails, they were indistinguishable from the moans of wind through the ruins.

It was as if watching a dull performance, neither excited nor disgusted, only apathetic.

All of this was less than the feedback information of the Black Tide Energy reverberating in its mind.

Just like humans do not feel guilty for stepping on a fallen leaf.

When the Black Tide fully enveloped this city-state, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's gaze had already shifted further.

It would not remember what civilization ever existed here, nor care about how many lives lived here.

To it, this was just a scenery along the path of the Black Tide's advancement, soon forgotten.

The only thing that it truly remembered was the beasts at home.

But now, the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range is its stage.

Beast players dare come, then death awaits.

Beast Insect Race dare come, then death awaits.

Now in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, it sets the game rules.

"Earth Thought, players are coming."

At the moment when the Earth Thought Evil Spirit was feeling exuberant, the voice of the Evil Eye suddenly rang in its mind.

Its body instinctively trembled.

"I was just teasing you, they're not here, I simply wanted to test if your emotions towards players change during the Waxing Moon Stage... The facts prove the stress response hasn't disappeared."

"You son of a @#$%&."

At this moment, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit controlling the advancing Black Tide had the impulse to turn and punch the Evil Eye to pieces.

This damn eye, simply defying the heavens.

The Black Tide continued to surge westward, leaving all things in emptiness where it passed.

This gluttonous feast encountered an obstacle two days later.

This was a desolate plain appearing in the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's perception view, an endless Monument Forest.

The gray-white stone monuments stood like withered bones, each presenting a rough texture eroded by time.

Some monument bodies were tilted, some were already broken, yet all were stubbornly rooted in the cracked soil.

The faces of the monuments were filled with unfamiliar text, stains of different colors were precipitated inside the inscriptions.

There was no wind on the plain, but a faint whimper echoed among the Monument Forest.

Perception swept through, inside each tombstone was curled up a vague silhouette, varying in form.

The deeper it went, the more peculiar the shapes of the monuments.

Some monument bodies were surrounded by rusted chains, chain rings hung with broken teeth.

Some tombstones were covered with scratches from fingernails, the deepest almost splitting the monument in half.

Some bases of monuments were piled with bizarre offerings.

The perception view quickly swept over, reaching the center of the Monument Forest.

Here stood seven gigantic stone pillars, each pillar densely engraved with text.

A hunchbacked figure was seated cross-legged in the center of the Monument Forest, holding a bone-made lantern in the left hand, inside which the faces of beings from different races flickered.

"Rule Breath?!"

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit focused its gaze on the lantern in the old figure's hand, and wondered.

"Yes, it's a rule, judging by the information dissipated from the environment and tombstones, this appears to be a rule power characterized by devouring other civilizations, seemingly burying that civilization in a special way to achieve rule logic, with that civilization manifesting as tombstones in the Monument Forest, transforming into a trait that provides it with strength."

Finishing speaking, the Evil Eye began a more detailed decomposition.

Invisible perception waves spread out from the Black Tide as a starting point, rippling across the entire Monument Forest.

Immediately, dense energy veins appeared on the surface of all the Monument Forest, each tombstone was an energy node.

The stains precipitated within the inscriptions were essentially remnants of civilization formed by the rules.