Ship deck. Everyone was silent.

The salty sea breeze carried a waft of bitter resentment with it, while the faint twinkling of constellations in the sky cast a gloomy, silvery sheen over the seas. The entire scene was hardly soft and tranquil. Instead, it could only be described as austere and foreboding.

“What terrifyingly evil resentment…” One of the foreign cultivators gasped, “This is by far the most terrifying gathering of Yin energy I’ve seen in my entire life...”

To their eyes, the billowing cloud of Yin energy was no different from a horrific rift that had opened up over the sea, letting loose the throngs of grievance-bearing souls that wailing and whimpered as they drifted towards them.

It was no different from a living hell.

The air was tense and stifling, almost as though it was clawing at their hearts. That cultivator was just about to withdraw his gaze to calm himself down when he suddenly froze, and then quickly did a double take at the end of the horizon.

And he wasn’t the only one. In fact, almost all of the cultivators looked over at the exact same time, because they had suddenly heard a gentle rushing sound in the distance.

But the Soul Hunters knew better. In fact, they knew full well that the source of the sound was hardly gentle. Rather, it could even be said to be deadly.

As they watched on in horror, the part of the sea in the horizon slowly began to rise and fall. At first, its amplitude was small. But as time passed, it slowly increased, until finally at approximately ten minutes later, the...