The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 287. A Scream in Northern Sea

This happened Before Tyler Arrived Near the Abyss Passage Crack

Near the gaping spatial crack that pulsed with ominous energy, Maxwell and the sword warrior fought desperately against Lian Fu and the mage. The stench of blood and decay clung to the air, the corpses of their fallen comrades strewn across the battlefield.

The battle raged, but suddenly, a voice cut through the air.

"Stop!!!"

The undead halted their attack, their bodies twitching unnaturally, as if compelled by an unseen force. Maxwell and the sword warrior, panting and bruised, turned toward the source of the voice.

Standing atop a broken stone pillar, his silhouette illuminated by the eerie glow of the abyss crack, was a familiar figure.

"It’s you... Tyler?!" Maxwell’s voice was filled with disbelief. "You’re alive?"

The figure tilted his head, a slow, creeping smile stretching across his face.

"Of course," ’Tyler’ said, his tone oddly casual. "You idiots left me behind—" He paused, then flicked a thumb over his shoulder. "Anyway, this might be ’shocking’ to you guys, but don’t panic." His red eyes gleamed unnaturally as he gestured toward Lian Fu and the mage. "Both of these guys ’might’ be corrupted by the Abyss."

Maxwell’s grip tightened around his staff when he saw red light on Tyler’s eyes.

The sword warrior spat on the ground. "Damn it... You’re the traitor, aren’t you?"

’Tyler’ merely chuckled, the sound unsettling in its lack of warmth.

Maxwell took a step forward. "What happened to Charla?"

’Tyler’ hummed, pretending to think. Then he shifted to the side, revealing a figure that had been standing behind him, obscured by the shadows.

A pale, ghostly Charla emerged. Her once vibrant skin had been drained of color, leaving only shades of white and gray. Her once bright eyes now glowed an eerie red. Unlike Lian Fu and the mage, her transformation was different. She wasn’t just corrupted—she had become something else entirely.

A *wraith*.

Maxwell’s breath hitched.

’Tyler’ smirked. "Ah... you mean this*girl?"

Charla twitched violently. Her body flickered like mist, half-solid, half-ethereal. A deep, guttural scream tore from her throat as she lunged toward Maxwell and the sword warrior, her lower body dissolving into smoky tendrils.

But just as she was about to strike—

A new presence descended upon them.

An overwhelming *pressure* crashed down, suffocating and absolute. The ground trembled, the very air distorting under its force.

Then—

**BOOM.**

A shockwave erupted as a figure landed between them, the sheer force sending *everyone* flying. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Maxwell and the sword warrior were hurled back like ragdolls, crashing through the remnants of a crumbling building, their bodies barely holding together. The two zombies were blasted away, their bodies skipping across the ground like stones on water.

Even Charla, the wraith, was flung into the abyss crack, her screams fading into the darkness.

As for ’Tyler’—

He *knelt*, his body crushed under the sheer weight of the new arrival’s presence. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. An invisible force pressed him into the dirt, an unbearable weight suffocating him.

A boot stepped onto the back of his head, forcing his face into the rubble.

" Found you. Remember me?"

The voice was deep, laced with amusement and vindication.

The newly arrived figure stood tall, his golden robes billowing in the wind. His presence radiated authority, his long silver hair reflecting the abyssal glow.

Feng Feiyan.

A satisfied grin stretched across his lips as he dug his foot further onto ’Tyler’s’ head.

"Hahaha... Revenge is the best dish when served cold" He laughed, his voice laced with glee. "I, Feng Feiyan, have never felt more satisfied than this moment."

Then, his expression twisted into confusion.

"Wait... why isn’t the curse activating?"

The Feng Family had a curse—one that prevented them from directly harming *Tyler*. Any attempt would be met with a violent backlash, a punishment so severe that it almost took Feng Feiyan life last time.

But Feng Feiyan felt... nothing.

His thoughts were interrupted as two zombies suddenly lunged toward him.

With a mere flick of his sleeve—

**CRASH!**

The zombies were launched into the air, their bodies propelled at such speeds that they vanished beyond the ruined city in seconds.

’Tyler’ struggled, trying to open his mouth, but an external force sealed it shut.

He wanted to speak. He wanted to explain.

But he couldn’t.

Then, a voice echoed within Feng Feiyan’s mind.

"Stop, Immortal Feng..."

It was a message sent through divine sense.

Feng Feiyan’s eyes darkened. The immortal from the Bank of Atlantis is here. He understood he has no time, cause he just sneaked in without permission.

"Tch. Annoying." He clicked his tongue.

He grabbed ’Tyler’ by the collar and, with a swift motion, took to the skies.

As he ascended, the very ground beneath them *shattered*, a small earthquake rippling through the city from the sheer force of his departure.

And in an instant—

They were gone.

High above the clouds, Feng Feiyan came to a sudden stop. His sharp gaze scanned the misty sky. Something lurked within the dense fog—a massive shadow, its silhouette marked by an enormous clawed appendage. It didn’t attack. It sensed his presence—a Half-Celestial Immortal. The being dared not interfere.

But before Feng Feiyan could contemplate further, another figure materialized before him.

A Merman.

His body shimmered with an otherworldly glow, his trident crackling with the power of the deep. His expression was stern, his presence commanding.

"This is an offense against the Bank of Atlantis and the Federation," the Merman declared. His voice was calm yet carried the weight of authority. "Leave at once. If you attempt to set foot on Ixalaria Continent, our organization will be forced to arrest you."

Feng Feiyan narrowed his eyes but said nothing.

Feng Feiyan entered the continent during an Abyss Breakout and even stood near a spatial crack. Some high-level Immortal Beings have undoubtedly sensed his presence.

This place was supposed to be a trial ground—a controlled environment where lower-level Immortal Practitioners could temper themselves against abyssal threats and also find opportunities. But his interference had almost ruined the entire process. If an Immortal-level Abyss Demon emerged too soon, the delicate balance would collapse.

"Heh..." Feng Feiyan let out a small chuckle. Then, with a shrug, he said, "I apologize. I won’t come here again."

With a single step, he disappeared, leaving the Ixalaria Continent in the blink of an eye.

The Merman watched him vanish into the distance, then let out a deep sigh. He turned his attention toward the Spatial Rift.

His expression darkened.

A surge of pressure descended from with in.

The Merman felt it immediately—an Immortal-level Abyss Demon was attempting to break through.

He disappeared and appeared near the rift.

Just an early-stage Beginner Immortal level... he thought, his expression neutral.

A lesser being might have panicked. But he merely adjusted his grip on his trident.

With a thought, the oppressive immortal pressure vanished—completely nullified. He stood there, unmoving, as if the chaotic energy of the abyss meant nothing to him.

He was composed. Unshaken.

Until—

"Another immortal?"

A voice came from behind him.

The Merman turned his head. His composure shattered.

"The heck—why are you here?!" he blurted out, his cool demeanor breaking instantly.

"Oh, come on..." Tyler muttered, exasperated. "Why are all of you so damn surprised that I’m here?"

The Merman didn’t respond immediately. His brows furrowed, his mind racing. If Tyler was standing here—

Then...

"Who... was the one that Immortal took away?" the Merman asked, his voice uncertain.

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Far to the North, above the vast ocean, a colossal entity drifted on the waves.

A creature the size of a mountain, its gargantuan form floating effortlessly upon the sea. Its body was covered in thick, scale-like armor, its massive eyes closed in deep slumber. Even in its dormant state, its presence exuded a quiet menace.

And atop its immense back, Feng Feiyan landed.

He threw ’Tyler’ onto the beast’s rough hide. The figure tumbled across the surface before coming to a stop.

Feng Feiyan stomped his boot down, pressing hard against ’Tyler’s’ chin, forcing his head against the ground.

His expression twisted into one of satisfaction.

"Let’s see how your abnormal luck saves you now. Tyler White" Feng Feiyan sneered, his eyes filled with malice.

Last time in the Planet Zi, Tyler defied logic—defied fate itself. But here, on this forsaken beast, miles away from anyone who could interfere, there would be no miracles.

No lucky escapes.

No cheating destiny.

Or so he thought.

Because the moment he applied more force, something... changed.

Feng Feiyan’s grin faltered.

’Tyler’s’ body... shifted.

It rippled like disturbed water. His skin distorted, stretching unnaturally. The figure on the ground twitched, his limbs bending at unnatural angles. His skin cracked, revealing something else underneath.

Then, with a sickening sound, ’Tyler’ transformed.

A grotesque Abyss Demon emerged where he had once lain.

Its elongated jaw split open, rows of needle-like teeth glistening with blackened saliva.

An Aswang.

A high-tier Abyss Shapeshifter.

It had been wearing Tyler’s form like a disguise.

Feng Feiyan’s stomach dropped.

"YOU’RE... NOT TYLER!!!!"

An Immortal scream was resonated in the Northern Seas.