The light on the second floor of the old castle was dim, and cold mist filled the area.
Compared with the complicated terrain on the first floor, the layout of the second floor was much simpler. There were walls and doors on both sides, with a space less than ten meters wide in the middle, where several square pillars stood.
After a preliminary observation, Su Xiao discovered that there were fifteen doors in total on the second floor. Fourteen of them were wooden doors set into the walls on both sides, while dozens of meters straight ahead, a closed, openable silver-gray metal door stood shut.
Su Xiao stepped forward and arrived before the silver-gray metal door. He raised a hand and pressed it against the door to sense it. His preliminary estimate was that, if he disregarded the consequences and destroyed it by force, there was a twenty percent chance he could open it. As for what kind of disastrous consequences that would trigger, he had no idea.
The silver-gray metal door was about two and a half meters tall. It looked heavy and sturdy, and its surface was covered in dense patterns.
If one stared at them, one would find that the patterns on the silver-gray door resembled twisted writing. But after a while, they seemed more like some kind of marine life—a group of creatures gathered in the deep sea to worship. Their skin was dark white, as though they were marine creatures evolved from degenerated humans. They were slippery, cold, and bizarre.
A sense of discomfort surged through him. Su Xiao lifted his hand from the silver-gray metal door. At the moment he touched it, staring at the patterns brought a sensation of his mind and soul being torn apart, as though countless hands had grabbed his