Chapter 87 - Hell Palace 10000-Word Mega-Release

The Lion King was at the Transformation Stage, his descendants all varied in their cultivation levels, but most of them were already at the Demon Core Stage—the presence of a king that strong.

“Haha, you’re right, we can’t let those lower-level youngsters be active in front of us, we are kings after all, huh.” The Tiger King spoke as well.

The Tiger King was also at the Transformation Stage, and his newborn cubs could already Gather Spirit.

Most of his descendants were at the Demon Core Stage, with some at bone refining and others at body tempering stages.

The Wolf King was merely at the Demon Core Stage, while his pack practiced bone refining, with only the youngest pup at the Gathering Spirit stage.

The Leopard King was at the Demon Core Stage, and his group of leopards was at the bone refining stage.

These four groups of demonic beasts claimed kingship and supremacy in this space.

They guarded against each other but never truly fought, only bullying those weaker than themselves.

For instance, the rhinos, wild horses, rabbits, monkeys, and such that had just run away would become their most delectable food.

That would only happen at night or when they were hungry; at this moment, their most important task was cultivation.

Although each were wary of each other in the space, no fights broke out, and the frightened demonic beasts also cultivated from afar.

Seeing that there was no commotion outside, Eryao didn’t immediately take Little Blue Ox outside, but instead opened a small crack in the space, allowing the red moonlight to aid their cultivation.

After a few hours, the red moon slowly faded away, and night came.

As darkness fell, those lions, tigers, wolves, and leopards started running swiftly.

In just the blink of an eye, the bustling scene disappeared, and not a trace of the demonic beasts was left.

As night came, Eryao started cooking again.

Same as before, cooking a pot of rice—it still had its master to feed, while Little Blue Ox continued to eat straw.

While feeding Jiang Tang, Eryao prattled, “Daddy, wake up.

You don’t know, but Little Blue Ox has advanced in rank!”

Hearing Eryao mention it, Little Blue Ox, “Moo moo,” couldn’t care less about eating the straw.

It came to Jiang Tang’s side and licked his feet with its tongue.

It licked Jiang Tang’s feet, which had been discolored by the talismans and magical treasures, until they were white again.

Having not seen the sun for a while, Jiang Tang’s feet grew pale as Little Blue Ox licked away the black substance.

Eryao covered his nose with his paw, “Little Blue Ox, I didn’t realize you were this dirty.

How long has it been since the master had a bath, let alone washed his feet?

How stinky his feet are, and you can lick them?

Don’t ever tell anyone you know me after this.”

Little Blue Ox, acting as if it didn’t understand a word, continued licking Jiang Tang’s hands with its tongue.

Licking the blackness off his hands until they were white, perhaps because the nerves in the hands were connected to the brain inside his body.

Without being conscious, Jiang Tang’s fingers moved a little as Little Blue Ox licked them.

“Moo moo…”

As if realizing something, Little Blue Ox cried out joyfully, jumping up and down on the spot.

“What are you doing?

Have you gone mad?

You crazy ox, after licking the master’s hands and feet, you’ve gone mad?”

Eryao hadn’t noticed that the master’s hand had moved, but being contractually bonded with the master, it knew the master was recovering.

“Moo moo…”

Little Blue Ox called out happily again, but upon seeing no other movement from Jiang Tang and not being understood by Eryao—who also didn’t speak human language—it could only feel anxious.

However, it thought Eryao, being a beast like itself, ought to understand beast language!

Little Blue Ox was genuinely anxious but helpless, and for the first time found Eryao rather slow-witted.

“Stop nagging!

You’ve already been slacking off for half the day.

Get to farming.”

In the Primordial Treasure Lingtian Space, there is no sun during the day and no moon at night, yet it is very bright.

For them, the sun is beneficial to the crops, and even without the sun, the bright light can emit a strong spiritual energy.

“Moo…”

Little Blue Ox called out to its master again, and seeing that there was still no response, it reluctantly plodded back to the field to continue plowing.

Eryao wasn’t idle either.

It cast a spell to sprinkle water on the freshly plowed earth by Little Blue Ox, scattered seeds, and then took the chance to peek outside the space whenever it could.

Suddenly, Eryao heard a terrifying sound: “Wah wah, wailing”—the howling and crying of ghosts.

The noise was overwhelming, coming from thousands upon thousands of voices.

Eryao had felt earlier that the darkness of the night outside the space had a certain suction force.

Hearing this horrifying sound but not daring to venture outside.

The suction within the space was something Eryao could not resist.

At that moment, Eryao was curious how the hidden demonic beasts managed to avoid it?

Could it be that this suction force only affected Eryao?

Then Eryao noticed again that the grey, overcast sky lacked stars and a moon.

The dark earth outside was dotted with what seemed like eyes of ghost flames, pairs upon pairs of them, turning and shifting, creating a terrifying scene.

From what Eryao knew of its heritage, these were ghost cultivators in practice.

At this moment, it understood that the night’s suction force could be the ghosts’ moment for cultivation.

Other than the ghost flames, there was no wind in the darkness outside.

Maybe the ghost cultivators could coexist without fighting each other.

Eryao had been pondering this for several days and now it seemed a powerful ghost cultivator was summoning others.

Shapeless ghosts were howling as if there was some kind of gathering.

Eryao couldn’t make sense of the sounds, but it knew that, aside from the demonic beasts, this space was inhabited by ghostly spirits.

Eryao was observing carefully, just to assist its master once he woke up, because the master was too weak.

It couldn’t let the master recover from one beating just to get beaten up and injured all over again.

Eryao was quite distressed.

With both sides so powerful and they so weak, how could they possibly escape?

Or is it that once in this space, there is no way out?

Entry, but no exit?

If leaving were possible, then not so many demonic beasts and ghosts would be here.

However, if this space were to open up and all these beasts and ghosts escaped, that could be a huge calamity, possibly bringing a catastrophe to the Cultivation World.

This calamity would mainly affect ordinary people, since cultivators do include some powerful beings.

“Moo…”

Little Blue Ox had just finished plowing a patch of land and returned to rest and drink water.

It wasn’t tired; it’s just that it and Eryao had been working too diligently.

The crops they had planted hadn’t ripened yet, and the patch freshly planted would bear fruits in just a few days of watering.

When Little Blue Ox came back, Eryao glanced at the crops and cast the watering spell again, spraying the field’s crops one more time.

“Ah!

What’s that?”

Suddenly, Eryao noticed among the Spirit Grass a plant they hadn’t sown, bearing a very large fruit that looked like a persimmon, yet also like a tomato.