"Let's take one more look, see what's going on!" Wang Xuan, filled with endless curiosity and a touch of reluctance, gazed towards the distant blue lake. Normally, it was a tranquil scene of lotus ponds under the moonlight, serene and ethereal.  0

However, when his spirit left his body, he saw an endless azure sea shrouded in fog. In the darkness, myriad terrifying eyes covered the entire sea surface, ranging from the size of lanterns to the size of islands, in all shapes and sizes.0

With a swift whoosh, Wang Xuan's spirit snapped back to his body, sensing something amiss in his surroundings. He and Old Chen sprinted away frantically, no longer daring to linger. To call this place merely a nest of Chilling Spirits was an understatement; it seemed more like their birthplace, a veritable hell.0

"How big must Xu Fu's psychological trauma be by now?" Wang Xuan pondered as they ran.0

"Infinite!" Old Chen replied in a low voice.0

In the mist-covered azure sea, the golden bamboo boat floated aimlessly. The Ferryman was trembling, his mind far from peace. He had always thought of the Departed Lands as a peaceful haven, akin to a paradise away from the world, living alone in a large house, undisturbed and serene.0

Yet, now he realized that outside his house were countless blood-red, monstrous eyes, massive and unblinking, watching him every day. At any moment, these beasts might burst into his abode, tearing him apart, turning his sanctuary into a bloody horror.0

With this realization, how could the Ferryman remain calm? He had always been under observation, like a monkey in a cage. His newfound...0