Nightfall descends, a bright moon hangs high.
Several bonfires rise along the beach, with the crowd gradually increasing over time.
Many who arrive have struggled all day either in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range or the undersea Crystal Palace, and now come to the Colorful Mist Coast to leisurely relax.
Under the night sky, they lie on the beach, looking up at the dazzling stars, contentedly eating various delicacies, chatting, and joking with companions.
Nearby, multiple stalls have been temporarily set up, manned by both Human Clan and Alien Race players, and the local voice channel is filled with cries of hawking:
"Grilled Crystal Crab, 12 sacrificial power each, limited to three, first come first served."
"Vajra Fruit fresh juice, 0.2 sacrificial power per cup, brothers who haven’t tried it must give it a shot, satisfaction guaranteed, Spirit Food orders also taken, bring your own ingredients."
"Gills Fish Clan’s specialty kelp mixed with Spirit Fish Meat, a craft passed down from our ancestors, praised by all who have tried it, only needs 5 sacrificial power per portion, friends of the Human Clan come and taste."
"Just caught Silver-Tailed Fish, any master Spirit Chef nearby, come make me a Spirit Food that adds permanent attributes, reward offered!"
"Fought in the Crystal Palace for three days, collected lots of lobster meat, any chef who can cook it, just DM me the cost and the deal is yours if the price is right."
The air is filled with the tempting aroma of food, and many players who have been busy all day are comfortably enjoying this beautiful moment.
Compared to the dark and oppressive Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, everything at Colorful Mist Coast seems so much more relaxed.
The majority of players have given this new map an excellent review.
It allows them to relax at the Colorful Mist Coast and enjoy food and scenery in between their intense and stimulating hunting sessions.
Meanwhile, Warriors from the Gills Fish Clan and Abyss Fish Clan dance and sing on the shoreline, with ancient songs from their homelands.
Their different anatomical structures afford them a broader vocal range than humans, and their unique voices sing out ethereal and elusive songs, mixing with the gentle waves that lap against the listeners’ hearts. Each song’s end is met with applause from nearby players, painting a picture of harmony and beauty.
It’s at this moment that a voice rises in the local voice channel:
"Brothers, it looks like there are a lot of ships approaching from the sea?"
Players who hear the call all look towards the sea, only to see a fleet under the bright moonlight approaching the coast.
The ship at the forefront of the fleet is shaped like a Sea Monster, with a giant disk-shaped body and a ferocious beast statue at the bow. Its eyes are set with bright gems, and the body is covered with mysterious Runes. The sails, made of seaweed, flutter in the wind.
Other ships in the fleet also have their unique features: some shaped like sleek sharks with sharp bows and narrow bodies, others resembling giant turtles with wide, stable hulls, and some designed like islands, complete with a bounty of greenery, with several ropes extending from the bow, relying on Sea Beasts leaping out ahead to provide propulsion.
A glance over reveals dozens of large ships heading toward Colorful Mist Coast.
Players lying on the beach stand up and watch in puzzlement, wondering about the purpose of this fleet’s approach.
The night wind is noisy, causing the flags on the warships to flap wildly.
Standing on the lookout platform, looking towards the approaching land, Hei Yu speaks out in a deep voice at this moment.
"Clan Leader, there’s a group of Life on the shore, this may be the territory of other races."
At this point, the figure in white beside him speaks with furrowed brows.
"Attempt contact; if they are confirmed to be weak, spare none."
"Understood." The figure in white nods, then transforms into a phantom and flies towards the rear.
After his subordinate leaves, Hei Yu takes a deep breath, his gaze flickering, his fist clenched until the veins stand out.
Migrating his entire clan was a decision he made out of necessity.
The frequency of the Ancient God Race capturing his people was getting higher and higher; just recently, thousands were taken to the Mysterious Arena. If this trend continued, the decline of the Black Wind Tribe was inevitable.
He had thought about striking first, and, in fact, he did.
But that recent attempt nearly led to the annihilation of his entire tribe.
A week ago, he led his people in a stealth attack on a Flight vehicle. The vehicle, hovering in the air, remained unmoved; then, a servant descended from the vehicle, glancing at them indifferently, raised a hand towards the sea, and instantly an invisible force sliced through the water, creating two monstrous waves.
The terrifying strength filled him with a fear so deep it reached into his bones, and made him realize that even with all his warriors striking together, they could not stand against this Ancient God’s Servant.
Before departing, the Ancient God’s Servant took another group of his people, leaving behind these words:
"Being weaklings, it is your honor to become Arena Fighters and entertain the Ancient Gods."
This encounter made Hei Yu realize the insurmountable gap in strength between them. If the Ancient God’s Servant was so formidable, one could only imagine how powerful their master, the Ancient God, must be.
Abandoning the idea of armed resistance, the only solution he could think of was for the entire tribe to migrate and find a new environment where the Ancient God’s Servant couldn’t find them.
Only by doing so could he avert the crisis of his race’s extinction.
After several days of sailing, encountering numerous Strong Clans on various islands, he had no choice but to circumnavigate them.
Based on the sea charts within the tribe, he finally chose the Colorful Mist Coast.
According to attached information from the charts handed down within his tribe, Colorful Mist Coast was once the territory of a powerful Warrior, but that Warrior had long since died, leaving the place ownerless.