If they were willing to pay any price, unite, and sacrifice millions of demons, they might be able to deal with those hungry ghosts.
Unfortunately, not a single demon clan was willing to be the one to stand out and sacrifice, which led to the current situation.
And the more powerful Great Devils still remembered that unlucky tribe that was burned alive; those Blood Flames hadn't extinguished to this day.
They weren't crazy enough to provoke those hungry ghosts they'd never even encountered.
For various reasons, it proved that the Yin Devil back then was merely bluffing, and even his superior hadn't bothered to blink an eye at his death.
Of course, Yu Ziqing didn't know any of this.
After killing a Yin Devil, Yu Ziqing felt it was wise to be cautious; without disguises, killing too many would eventually draw attention.
He decided to continue staying low-key until Lou Huai ascended and they acquired more Secret Techniques.
In the meantime, he left a message for Yang on the Seventh Floor.
"How's it going on your side?"
He didn't dare call randomly, in case Yang was busy and got distracted.
On a deserted island in the East Sea, Yang spat out the Seventh Floor ring and sensed someone had left a message. He looked around, found a place, and sent a wisp of consciousness inside.
Upon entering, he saw Yu Ziqing descending from upstairs.
"How's it going on your side?"
"Pretty good, I've reached the East Sea and found a place."
"As long as you're safe, where are you now?"
"Just on a small deserted island in the East Sea. There are a lot of people around here recently, but the demons have all fled. I assume the rumors are true, and the Demon God Tomb is about to open."
"Alright, be careful, if there's an emergency, remember to crush my Jade Scroll. If there's no hurry, just leave me a message."
After chatting for a few moments, Yang quickly signed off. The East Sea wasn't very safe; too many people were looking to take advantage in the chaos recently.
He opened his eyes, jumped up onto a coconut tree, and gazed into the distance.
He could faintly see a large ship heading toward the depths of the East Sea.
Yang smirked and let out a cold laugh.
The East Sea was rich in resources, but in the past, the multitude of demons, Sea Clan, and Sea Beasts, combined with some unique environments, made it extremely dangerous.
It was virtually impossible to have large-scale development opportunities.
Could they rely on powerful masters flying thousands of miles to come mining and gathering herbs?
What were they thinking? Wasn't it just a few coins, and whether the resources obtained were even enough for those masters themselves was uncertain.
Now that the Demon God Tomb was about to open, the Demon Clan, Sea Clan, and Sea Beasts all retreated, fearing being sacrificed as Blood Food by the Demon God.
Yet people weren't afraid, thinking it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rush in and plunder resources.
Some resources unique to the sea were scarce and pricey on land; if they succeeded this time, it could equal decades or even a hundred years of profit.
Yang shook his head. They thought staying farther away, not getting too close to the Demon God Tomb, would be safe.
In reality, more people might die than the Demon Clan when the time came.
The nearest Yin Family had sealed the island, moving the whole family temporarily, and neither Dali nor Daqian had responded, not even sending anyone to intervene. Didn't anyone wonder why?
Yang watched the large ship sail away, then headed to the shore. He opened his mouth, spit out a deep blue bubble that enveloped him, and dove into the sea, moving towards the Demon God Tomb.
The sea was empty, and even the ordinary sea creatures were very scarce.
Yang's bubble blended with the sea's color; his aura also merged with it, advancing silently. Finally, after a dozen miles, he encountered his first fish.
His expression grew solemn. This time, it might be even more serious than before.
It was possible that the Demon God Tomb had already opened.
A few days later, Yang sensed that the surrounding seawater became turbulent. Above the sea, the sound of surging waves grew louder; below, undercurrents surged, mixing with some complex auras like blades.
He picked up a half-human-high Conch from the seabed and threw it into the side's undercurrent. In the blink of an eye, the undercurrent sucked it in and tore its hard shell into fragments.
Yang looked at the undercurrent, stretching at least several dozen miles, and obediently surfaced, flying close to the water.
He blinked, his eyes turning pure black, and looked far into the distance, seeing black clouds pressing down on the horizon, demon qi soaring, and continuous lightning flashes. The black clouds swirled, forming a huge vortex stretching thousands of miles, with waves like giant walls pressing this way.
"Indeed it's opened, with no Blood Food, that Demon God might just go mad.
Going mad is good, let it expend some energy then calm down before... "
In Almsgiving Town, no one knew that in the place closest to the hungry ghost gathering point, a place considered the Devil's Forbidden Land, someone was practicing secret techniques of the Devil.
Lou Huai continuously consumed pills, treating low-tier pills as candy, finally cultivating the Qi Refinement section of the White Sun Holy Scripture to the third tier.
As expected, after getting stronger, he naturally unlocked some Human Devil inheritances.
What Yu Ziqing wanted, the daytime Devil divine qi corresponding to Golden Qi, was among them.
Lou Huai simply cut open his chest and handed the Heart Blood, which contained the newly appeared inheritances, to Yu Ziqing.