Chapter 89: The Spreading Eerie Part 1

Hearing the Star River Tortoise’s words, the Demon Cultivators were jolted awake as if from a dream.

Immediately, a fish-type Demon Cultivator rushed toward the cabin door, wanting to call the Heavenly Devil Palace’s Devil Cultivators inside.

But as he approached the cabin door, a bright flash of light shone from it. In the next instant, the approaching fish-type Demon Cultivator let out a miserable scream and was blasted backward.

Yin Sha said quietly, “The cabin is covered with arrays, at least at the Transformation Stage level.”

A Transformation Stage array was clearly not something that Demon Cultivators at the Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment stages could resist.

However, that Demon Cultivator’s attempt to charge the cabin door was not entirely meaningless. He had triggered the array, which successfully drew the attention of the Devil Cultivators outside.

In the next moment, the cabin door was opened. The old man who had brought them here appeared.

With white hair and beard and a gaze like lightning, he coldly swept his eyes over the many Demon Cultivators. “What are you doing? You are now prisoners of our Heavenly Devil Palace, our research subjects. I hope you can recognize your own position and not do anything you shouldn’t.”

The internal organization belonging solely to Devil Son Di Tian was the Heavenly Palace.

Although the Heavenly Palace was merely an internal organization of Devil Son Di Tian, taken on its own, it was no less than a massive cultivation sect. One could well imagine how terrifying its power was.

Looking at the old man’s cold face, the Star River Tortoise said in a trembling voice, “the Eerie… The Eerie has happened.”

“The Eerie has happened?”

The old man shifted his gaze, only now noticing the extra pot of seahorse soup standing there. His expression couldn’t help but change.

He instinctively took a step back, then said in a deep voice, “Tell me in detail what just happened.”

Seeing the old man’s eyes on him, the Star River Tortoise didn’t dare conceal anything. He immediately recounted what had occurred moments before.

After learning the situation, even the old man felt a wave of horror.

The Eerie—this was something he, too, was encountering for the first time. In the past, he had only heard about it.

When you only hear about something, you can never truly grasp how terrifying it is. Only when you face it personally does a sense of horror grow from the very depths of your heart.

After the Star River Tortoise finished speaking, the old man urged, “Tell me about everything you saw in the Bloodthirsty Territory as well.”

The Star River Tortoise had no choice but to continue his account.

After learning all the details, the old man fell into deep thought.

The Star River Tortoise looked at the old man with hope and asked, “My Lord, just how is this Eerie to be dealt with?”

The other Demon Cultivators also stared at the old man with pleading eyes.

The old man’s expression was cold in response.

How to solve it?

How was he supposed to know how to solve it?

“You will continue to stay here. If anything unusual happens, notify the Devil Cultivators on guard.”

After saying this, the old man beckoned, and the seahorse soup within the cabin flew toward him.

As he reached out to receive it, the old man hesitated. In the end, he chose not to make direct contact with the seahorse soup, instead using a spell to control it remotely as he departed.

With the old man’s exit, the cabin door closed once more.

Though the cabin was large, it was more like a warehouse. Only a single small porthole existed. The light from outside vanished as the cabin door closed, leaving only a solitary beam of light shining through the porthole in the dark chamber.

Silence reigned all around.

The Demon Cultivators sat dejectedly in various spots.

They all understood that there was nothing they could do. Their sole hope now rested entirely with the many Devil Cultivators. Only if the Devil Cultivators could deal with the Eerie would they have a chance of survival. Otherwise, the consequences were unimaginable.

“Baby, do you think the Heavenly Devil Palace can handle the Eerie?” Yin Sha asked quietly.

Bai Sha couldn’t help but think it over.

She recalled the rebirths, one after another, and sighed softly. “Don’t put too much hope in the Heavenly Devil Palace.”

Yin Sha nodded. “Then let’s not worry about them. Let’s chat. What should we talk about?”

“Anything is fine.”

In this life, Bai Sha knew she could only be a witness—a witness to how the Eerie would proceed, until her own sacrifice.

In the time before that, talking more with Yin Sha was perhaps the most suitable way to pass the time.

And so they stayed in a corner, chatting about everything under the sun. They seemed completely out of place compared to the other Demon Cultivators.

Even the Star River Tortoise glanced at them with puzzlement, wondering why they could relax and chat so casually when everyone was in life-threatening danger. Had those two already accepted their fate?

Time passed slowly in this manner.

Outside the porthole, the sunlight had grown noticeably dimmer, but the sea still rose and fell.

Bai Sha watched the heaving waves. No matter how the Eerie proceeded, no matter how many Demon Cultivators died, they were all just a part of this vast ocean, appearing so very insignificant.

But who could willingly accept their own insignificance?

Everyone wanted a brighter future, wanted to make themselves great. But the premise for all of that was survival!

“We’re fine? We’re fine?”

Suddenly, accompanied by a loud cry, the Demon Cultivators in the cabin all looked over.

The one speaking was the Profound Mechanism Tortoise. This cowardly Demon Cultivator had been trembling nonstop, but at this moment, his face showed delight.

“What’s fine?” asked the Star River Tortoise, his boss, in confusion.

The Profound Mechanism Tortoise hurriedly explained, “I’ve been calculating the time. Without Jian Hu’s subjective influence, one of us turns into food every hour. And it’s now been more than an hour since the Hundred-Leaf Seahorse became food.”

Hearing this, the Demon Cultivators present were all taken aback.

They did the math and realized that indeed, quite a while had passed, yet none among them had become food.

This discovery caused the Demon Cultivators one by one to reveal looks of joy.

“Has the Eerie ended?”

“Can we consider ourselves saved?”

“In reality, after leaving the Undersea Palace, the Eerie couldn’t follow us, right? What happened with the Hundred-Leaf Seahorse earlier was probably just residual eerie influence, wasn’t it? And that residual influence has now been exhausted?”

“We survived?”

The many Demon Cultivators were overjoyed. A few even wept tears of relief.

During this time, they had truly been tormented beyond endurance by the Eerie. That despair was beyond words, but it seemed it was finally coming to an end.

Of course, some Demon Cultivators remained cautious, suspicious of whether the Eerie had truly vanished.

Bai Sha was deeply skeptical. The Heavenly Devil Palace wanted to study them, saying they were infected with the Eerie. Infected—not a residual influence. Therefore, the Eerie clearly had no reason to vanish so easily.

So what exactly was going on?

As Bai Sha pondered this, there was suddenly a loud clang, and the cabin door was flung open.

The Demon Cultivators in the cabin all looked toward the entrance.