Master of Strange Dao

There's no definitive number yet, and no way to predict.

After all, the Yellow Soil comes from the intestines of a giant shark demon in the sea, left after the Mixed Yuan Gold Bowl absorbed all toxins and filth.

The Black Soil is transformed from the collision and scorching between the Blood Flame and the Mud Sea of the Muddied World at its edge.

The production of Yellow Soil and Black Soil is completely unrelated, let alone the other estimations.

But for now, these two kinds are enough to construct the territory beyond the White Bone Divine Bridge.

He continued his steps to measure his land, entering this rare experience.

At the same time, on the Big Island, Yang sat opposite Chu Ye.

"I've owed some favors and now need to take care of some things."

"You care so much about owing favors?" Chu Ye was a bit surprised.

"Well, actually it's to prevent a Great Devil, once among All Gods, from coming to trouble me after returning to his Peak. I want to send him off one last time, and also repay a few favors."

"Need any help?"

"I do."

"You're really not holding back," Chu Ye was a bit speechless, and continued, "So tell me, what do you need me to do."

...

On the other side, the Black Ship Saints were sailing the Black Ship, having crossed the East Sea and returned to the deep sea.

They navigated beneath the sea surface, not daring to create any waves above.

The High Priest of the Black Ship stood at the bow, one hand holding a sixty-four-sided crystal, his brows furrowed, looking solemn.

"Be careful everyone, the deep sea is not quite the same as before, I sense the strange aura here has become more chaotic.

From now on, I will steer the ship personally, Fish Bone, Jellyfish, you two come with me.

The rest, from now on, form groups of three and do not separate under any circumstances.

Guard against unknown presences that may cause confusion.

Oh, by the way, do you all have tattoos now?"

"Yes, we do." Fish Bone replied.

The High Priest nodded satisfactorily, his gaze turning to the crystal ball in his hand, he looked through it once, receiving a phrase.

"Great fortune, tonight we eat chicken."

This time the message seemed rather straightforward, the High Priest pondered, though he didn't understand the deeper meaning of the latter phrase, the first half was clear enough.

He pocketed the crystal ball, sensing the tattoo on his back with closed eyes, contentedly returning to the cabin.

At the cabin's door, the High Priest casually asked,

"Do we have live chickens in our stock?"

"Yes, indeed we do, there's a chamber full of livestock for some offering rituals."

"Good, let's have chicken tonight."

"Boiled or kiln-roasted?"

"Let's go with roasted chicken, boiling requires it for the ritual."

At night, each Black Ship Saint received a roasted chicken, with the reason being that the High Priest had divined it; eating chicken would bring great fortune.

Indeed, the following three days of sailing in the deep sea went smoothly; not to mention any strange occurrences, not even special conditions were encountered, exceptionally smooth.

It was only on the fourth day, upon reaching a tranquil sea area, that strange and indistinct murmurs, akin to ocean currents, incessantly washed over the Black Ship, penetrating the ears of the Black Ship Saints still on deck.

The High Priest of the Black Ship set up an altar on the deck, arranged the sacrificial table.

The livestock, Five Animals and Six Livestock, were used as offerings, cast into the sea with the ritual.

Those beastly cries ceased once they fell off the Black Ship, disappearing without a trace.

And the unintelligible murmurs at everyone's ears retreated accordingly.

The High Priest's expression remained unchanged, as this situation was all too normal in the deep sea.

Offering sacrifices during a ritual is enough to make them retreat; it's the easiest batch to deal with.

After offering sacrifices, it's also typical to engage using sacrificial techniques and rituals to leverage their object of sacrifice.

But often, the object they leverage through sacrifice cannot maintain control.

Thus, there's the deep sea navigation map, outlining which areas to bypass, whose territory certain places are, and so on.

A month later, at the speed of the Black Ship and with the sea chart of the Black Ship Saints, they had delved deep into the range of the deep sea.

Here, they no longer dared to navigate above the sea surface.

The Black Ship drifted in the sea, yet in the perspectives of the crew, it seemed like the Black Ship was overturned, drifting above the sea surface in the air.

Looking up, it felt like seeing the sea above their heads, the water twisting into a gigantic whirlpool, everything seen becoming distorted and strange.

All had left the deck, except for Fish Bone, Jellyfish, and the High Priest; no one else would see the situation outside or come to the deck.

Because they might not withstand the distortion here, might risk being assimilated.

Suddenly, the High Priest looked up, and the chamber overhead turned transparent.

Within the twisted whirlpool above the sea, segments of tentacle-like broken pieces emerged, the suckers slowly opening, revealing hollow human faces.

Just a glance showed those innumerable hollow human faces rapidly spread over the sea surface, then swiftly expanded, occupying all visible fields.

The High Priest sighed softly, halting the furious Black Ship.

Trouble had arrived.

With a wave of his hand, everything beneath him changed, the ship's helm disappearing.

Replacing it was an altar, the High Priest's expression solemn, lighting three incense sticks, holding them in both hands, crossing them overhead, arms raised in a strange posture behind him.