The night was as black as ink, and the thick fog seemed even more eerie and sinister beneath its cover. Blackstone Castle loomed like a colossal beast crouching in the valley, with several ghostly green Soul Tool lamps flickering in its windows like a demon's eyes.
Ling Yun drifted silently to the outskirts of the castle like a wisp of smoke. Avoiding the patrols at the main gate, he chose a relatively secluded blind spot along the wall, where the Soul Tool warning formation was weaker.
A sensing Soul Tool had been set up around the castle. The moment any foreign object touched it or powerful energy approached, it would sound an alarm. But before Ling Yun's powerful Spiritual Sense and Chaos Domain, Soul Tools of this level were utterly useless. A thread of Chaos Power gathered at his fingertip as he lightly tapped an energy node in the warning formation.
Bzz~
With an almost imperceptible sound, the light of that section of the warning formation instantly dimmed, creating a brief gap in its function. Ling Yun flashed forward, vaulted over the wall, and landed inside the castle.
The castle was filled with the strange mingled stench of blood and burning incense. Twisted, evil runes covered the walls, while faint black malevolent energy drifted through the air. The occasional patrolling cultist passed with their heads lowered and hurried steps, their faces bearing an expression woven from fanaticism and numbness.
Following the information he had obtained through Soul Searching, Ling Yun headed straight for the heart of the castle—the Altar Hall deep underground. Like a ghost in the night, he moved through the shadows, skillfully evading group after group of patrolling cultists. His movement technique had reached perfection, and with the Chaos Domain perfectly concealing his aura and energy fluctuations, even