The story was a way of telling the disciples of Seven Blood Eyes that if they encountered this strange event out on the sea, they shouldn’t engage with it, touch it, or do anything.

Xu Qing stood there quietly. Thinking about the sea annals, he sat down cross-legged and looked out into the cold darkness at the countless evil ghosts, shrieking as they flew up into the sky.

The most relevant aspect of this account from the sea annals isn’t the actual story itself. Rather... it’s the fact that it’s called a story and not a legend. Compared to legends, stories contain more aspects of truth.

As he looked at the countless ghosts, their cries grew even more piercing. It was a scene that would leave more timid people trembling. Xu Qing, on the other hand, was used to things like this. He had gazed into the eyes of the god above. He had lived for half a month in a city filled with grues and mutant beasts. From a young age, he had survived in city slums, surrounded by the worst humanity had to offer and witnessing countless deaths. In both the forbidden region jungle and Seven Blood Eyes, he had been sharpened as if on a grindstone. He knew that there were many things in the world that would try to take your life. There were many things that could kill you.

So while this scene would strike terror into the hearts of most people, to him, it actually seemed peaceful. To him, it was as if the shrieking...