The Ruyi Puppet stepped into the blood mist passage. The first time it had come here, it had been told that seven cruel sacrifices were needed to open the way.
Wenren Sheng had not bothered solving the puzzle. Instead, he had added dozens more locks to it.
This time, they had learned their lesson. There were threats and traps alike.
But what use were those?
Wenren Sheng did not care in the slightest.
When one was strong, one could do as one pleased; when one was weak, one was constrained at every turn.
The passage was not long. Once inside, bloodlust churned through the air, while ghostly wails and shrieks rang out from both sides, sending chills down one's spine.
After only a few minutes of walking, the scenery suddenly changed. A vast expanse of flat ground appeared ahead, and upon it stood a Black Castle.
A moat lay before the castle, with a drawbridge leading to its gates.
Two Western-style stone gargoyles crouched before the gates. They stared coldly at the Puppet Man, as if they might come alive at any moment.
Through the Puppet Man, Wenren Sheng surveyed the entire castle. Rather than rashly charging in, he first had someone predict this place's danger level.
In the living room at home.
"Little Illusion, what is this place?" Zhao Han looked at the castle in the illusion with surprise.
Little Illusion was sprawled arrogantly across the sofa. "I don't know what it is either. Master reached some place and wants you to tell him whether it's lucky or unlucky."
Wenren Sheng had three puppets. One Ruyi Puppet was kept by his side, while the other two were elsewhere. Big Cat was in Miken's Colossus State, while Fat Doll Pinocchio had turned into an ant and was traveling around the