The eerie—terror without end.
Though they resembled monsters and devils, the source of their power was utterly different.
Monsters were mostly born from wondrous things of heaven and earth, spirits and spirit beasts, with tangible true forms.
Devils were not a species. They arose more often from thoughts: one thought could make a devil, one thought could make a Buddha. Such was their nature.
The eerie were different. Their origins were uncertain. They could arise from a wisp of malice or take shape from an unparalleled evil object, drifting like clouds, inexplicably powerful.
Though eerie beings had existed for endless ages, people still did not know what their ultimate source was.
The only certainty was that the Ghoul Clan had once enjoyed supreme glory. Countless ages ago, they had pressed the human race so hard it could barely breathe, nearly wiping it out.
"All things in this world pass through cycles. There was nothing remarkable about your kind being powerful in ages past. Now you're imprisoned as a slave, reduced to the demonic sect's lackey, a homeless cur—and you still dare boast of your former valor!" Xiao Chen sneered.
"Shut up! Our Ghoul Clan has never declined! Everything you see today is merely us lying dormant. One day, the eerie will descend again, mountains and rivers will run with blood, and the ages will turn to ash. Your human race will be slaves for all eternity!" the Demon Heaven Eerie Demon roared.
As an eerie being, living in a human sect and serving it unto death was a monstrous humiliation to the Demon Heaven Eerie Demon, a wound in his heart.
"Heaven favors the human race. Even at the height of your power, the flame of our people never died. In the days to come, we will only shine more