Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1536 - 429: The Legendary Stage! Dawn of Myth! (Double-Length, Finale Countdown: 22)

A migration is underway, involving dozens of beasts belonging to the same species.

Their spirits seem crushed and filled with grief. It is obvious that this journey is not a choice they made, but a forced relocation driven by coercion.

Hovering around them like herders are several formidable beasts, driving the group forward.

These four-hoofed creatures lack any water attributes; by all rights, they have no business being in the Endless Sea.

Nevertheless, they carry themselves as the masters of this domain, barking commands at the local beasts who have inhabited these waters for countless generations.

Their origin is the Southern Wild Domain.

Emboldened by the terrifying reputation of the Time Master, the beasts from the Southern Wild Domain have become increasingly tyrannical and arrogant.

Using the preparations for war as a convenient excuse, they have unleashed their cruelty upon the inhabitants of the Endless Sea.

The result is nothing but plunder and massacres.

This specific migration was triggered because a beast from the south took a fancy to their ancestral home.

Cuddled within the protective hold of its parents, a small ocean beast shivers. It casts a wary glance at the Southern Wild Domain beasts trailing them before whispering softly.

"Awoo~" (Will the Pure Water Elemental come to save us?)

The young one's eyes are bright with innocent longing and a flickering light known as hope.

Before its parents can offer a word of comfort, the ears of a Southern Wild Domain beast twitch. Wearing a sadistic grin, the predator stalks toward the bewildered youngster.

"Roar!" (The king’s decree forbids any mention of the Pure Water Elemental! The penalty is death!)

As the parents watch in absolute horror, the beast lunges with a sharp claw, sending a sharp gust of wind toward the tiny ocean creature.

Staring down the approaching lethal strike, the young beast squeezes its eyes shut in terror, silently pleading for the Pure Water Elemental to appear in its final moments.

"Boom!"

The thunderous sound of a massive wave crashing fills the young beast's ears.

When the expected agony fails to materialize, it opens its eyes in confusion, only to see a brilliant radiance reflecting in its innocent gaze.

A translucent, ethereal figure has manifested in the empty air.

With a countenance defined by divine majesty and simmering rage, the figure slowly lifts its hand. In an instant, gargantuan waves rise to swallow every Southern Wild Domain beast in the vicinity.

Faced with such overwhelming Cultivation and power, the Southern Wild Domain beasts are helpless. They are sucked into a towering water tornado, hurled into the sky, and then slammed violently back into the ocean.

The sheer force of the impact causes the very void to vibrate, grinding the Southern Wild Domain beasts into nothingness.

This is the ocean's fury!

This is the vengeance of the Pure Water Elemental!

This is the ultimate water-based technique: the Water Rolling Skyfall!

As the figure turns back toward the huddled pack, its stern face softens into a look of compassion.

With a gentle wave, it sends out a wave of healing and solace to all the creatures of the Endless Sea.

Once the chaos subsides, the figure places a single finger against its lips in a "hush" gesture, offers a warm smile, and slowly dissolves into the air.

The eyes of the dozens of beasts sparkle with newfound life. Exchanging quick looks, they scramble toward a secluded, hidden area of the ocean.

They will ensure the Southern Wild Domain beasts never find them again, and they will never breathe a single word about the Pure Water Elemental's intervention.

...

In a different sector of the ocean.

The ancient peace of these waters has been shattered. One after another, sea beasts are being shackled, victims of the violent suppression and capture campaigns led by the Southern Wild Domain.

Because these ocean beasts are typically massive, they once held the advantage in the struggle for territory and food against other species.

Now, that very size has become the curse that cost them their freedom.

The Southern Wild Domain is gearing up for a full-scale conflict with the West Profound Domain.

To cross the vast Endless Sea, the Southern Wild Domain beasts require a bridge.

These giant creatures are being rounded up to serve as the literal foundation of that bridge, constructed from their own flesh and blood.

It is a fate of unimaginable brutality.

Though they fight back to escape their doom, they are only met with even more savage retaliation.

Only the juveniles are left unchained for now; their small frames mean they will only meet the same fate as their parents once they reach maturity.

Watching their parents and older kin being dragged away without mercy, the young ones huddle together in a state of constant fear, finding the only warmth they have left in each other's bodies.

They stay curled up, keeping even their cries to a muffled whimper.

"Sigh~" (Do you believe the Pure Water Elemental will actually come for us?)

One creature asks the question in a trembling voice, but a more cautious companion quickly silences it with a flick of its tail.

The group remains tense, silently tracking the Southern Wild Domain guards patrolling outside. They only dare to relax once they are certain they haven't been overhead.

Only a short while ago, one of their friends was brutally executed by Southern Wild Domain beasts simply for speaking the name of the Pure Water Elemental.

They live in total terror.

Yet, deep within that fear, a seed of longing begins to sprout in their hearts.

Will the Pure Water Elemental truly come to their rescue?

This single thought vibrates through the souls of every young creature trapped there.

Again and again, the hope repeats...

Suddenly, one of the young ones freezes, its eyes widening as it stares at a figure that has materialized out of the depths of the sea.

Forgetting its fright, it frantically thumps its kin with its tail, signaling for them all to look.

With surging joy, they witness the hated Southern Wild Domain beasts being shattered into pieces before that mysterious figure.

Unable to contain their relief, the young ones burst from their hiding spots, swimming in circles around the figure with silent cheers.

The shimmering, ethereal figure looks at them with an apologetic smile, reaching out to gently stroke each young creature. It repairs their traumatized hearts, makes the "hush" sign, and then slowly fades into the blue.