Beasts didn’t only come to the city to die or to lay eggs; the beast springs were another focus!

A minority of cultivators could stay away from temptation. They continued riding with their beasts, especially the older experts.

Finally, a few beasts made it to their destination, a mountain stream or a pool of water. They patiently waited.

“Boom!” These sources of water had spring coming out without warning. The liquid had the color of breast milk instead of a clear shade. The waiting beasts finally got what they wanted and started drinking their fill.

“What’s going on right now?” The young cultivators that tagged along were unawar...