Standing motionless, letting the pen in his hand rustle across the paper, a black-robed figure stood alone in the cavern.
In the digital age, compared with electronic devices whose traces could be stolen, traditional pen and paper seemed inconvenient, but were clearly a safer way to keep records.
The candlelight caught against his body, casting shadows of varying lengths and shades all around him, grotesque shapes swaying like ghosts.
Once he finished his notes, he took off his robe and tossed it onto a nearby rock with his other belongings. Revealed beneath it was a gaunt man, who began taking out materials and skillfully inscribing broad patterns across the ground.
Although his actual appearance was unfamiliar, if Li Yun had been there, that faintly familiar aura would have told him this was the "broker" he had met before.
A figure of at least the peak third tier was personally attending to his "business."
In fact, in this partially enclosed space, he was theoretically the only "living thing" present.
Yet as faint currents of air passed through the cracks in the rocks, a howling so subtle the ear could barely catch it rose and fell like ghostly wails, never ceasing. It naturally created a chilling, terrifying atmosphere that quietly agitated the nerves, and even spiritual perception.
This was no mere illusion. Negative numinous spark had gradually gathered and "settled," producing an unseen change in the environment inside the mountain.
Ordinary people would certainly struggle to endure such a place, but for the specific requirements of necromantic rituals, this increasingly frigid cavern was quite the "auspicious site."
Although called a "cavern," it was actually a tunnel in an abandoned quarry. Nearly half the mountain had been hollowed out, leaving a dozen or so old pits of various sizes like a honeycomb. The