Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

The next moment, the avatar of the Red Spirit King had already flown to an altitude of tens of thousands of meters and looked down upon a tract of land.

That land, the Red Spirit King remembered, was a livestock ranch it had specially constructed.

Inside, there were thousands of spiritual bodies of wisdom creatures it had captured.

There were members of the Human Clan, the Demon Race, and even some special aberrations.

The Red Spirit King settled them there, setting up Arrays to sporadically devour their spiritual charm.

Thus, most of these people had become idiots devoid of consciousness.

This time, a time-space rift from the Abyss suddenly appeared right there.

This caused the Red Spirit King a pang of distress.

Those spiritual bodies were delicacies that it had resisted devouring with great difficulty.

If it hadn’t been wary of the name of the Abyss, it would have taken action long ago.

Now, while the Red Spirit King had not taken action, it had dispatched its subordinates from all directions toward the location of the rift’s emergence.