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Sword Saint didn't say anything. Everyone knew that the stormy regions were dangerous. Many even believed them to be the final destination of the cultivation journey, but Noah and the others had somewhere else to be afterward.

'How many rank 9 creatures do these lands even hold?' Noah wondered while absorbing the centipede inside his separate space.

Mere rank 7 cultivators could live for tens of thousands of years. The magical beasts usually had a longer lifespan since they focused the entirety of their energy on a single center of power, so they could virtually survive forever as long as someone didn't kill them.

The centipede might have been at the edges of the stormy regions for entire eras, and many others magical beasts might be able to claim the same. The areas filled with chaotic laws were even in constant expansion, so Noah couldn't get an idea of how crowded they could be.