He held a round magical artifact in his hand, which shimmered with a faint silver light.
He is a spy for the Protoss Alliance, codenamed “Shadow”.
Ying stood on the ruins, looking around.
He looked at the dismantled tents, the collapsed wooden fences, and the dried bloodstains, a glimmer of doubt flashing across his eyes.
He squatted down, dipped his finger into the bloodstain on the ground, and smelled it.
“The blood of beastmen, the blood of ghosts, the blood of demons, the blood of humans… and the blood of gods.” His voice was soft. “The battle was very fierce.”
He stood up and flew towards the Palace of Shadows.
The Shadow Palace was empty.
The underground palace of Shadow Abyss has been abandoned.
The secret room was vacated, restrictions were lifted, and even the stone door was left open.
The black throne stood alone in the empty hall, as if mocking him.
Ying walked to the throne and reached out to touch the armrests.
There was still some warmth on the banister; someone had been sitting here not long before.
He turned around and flew towards the direction of Youyue Kingdom.
The Youyue Kingdom is now empty.
There was no one in the ancient city, no one in the stone hall, and even the runes on the city walls had faded.
A black flag, embroidered with the coat of arms of Youyue Kingdom, was stuck on the city gate, fluttering in the wind.
Ying stood at the city gates, looked at the flag, and remained silent for a long time.
Then, he flew towards Cloud City.
He did not approach Cloud City.
He stopped on a small hill a hundred miles away, took out a round magic artifact from his pocket, and pointed it at Cloud City.
The silver light on the magical artifact grew brighter, projecting an image of Cloud City before him.
Ying observed Cloud City through the magical artifact, his brows furrowed.
The number of cultivators patrolling the city walls was three times more than usual, with one person every ten feet, holding weapons in their hands and scanning the surroundings with eyes as sharp as eagles.
The defensive runes on the city walls were densely arranged, each emitting a dazzling blue light, interweaving to form an impenetrable net.
A giant ice-blue net hung in the sky, enveloping the entire city. A cold aura enveloped the net, preventing even birds from approaching.
In the barren land, invisible black threads weaved between the withered grass and gravel, like invisible spider webs, waiting for prey to walk into its trap.
He put away his magic equipment, leaned against a rock, and closed his eyes to ponder.
Breaking in was impossible; once the restriction was activated, he wouldn’t even have a chance to escape.
Disguised as a rogue cultivator to infiltrate?
No, that won’t work either. The inspection at the city gate was too strict. Everyone entering or leaving must be interrogated, searched, and have their identity verified.
Even though his divine aura was hidden by a concealment technique, one of the cultivators conducting the inspection was an old man at the seventh level of the True Immortal Realm with sharp eyes, so he might not be able to hide it from them.
He opened his eyes, looked towards Cloud City, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.
“Since we can’t go in, we’ll just wait,” he muttered. “Waiting for the people inside to come out. There’s bound to be someone who will come out eventually.”
Ying waited for three days.
For three days, he lay motionless on the hill like a rock.
He hid his aura completely, and even his body temperature dropped to the same as the surrounding environment.
His eyes were fixed on the city gate of Cloud City, observing the people coming and going.
Orc caravans, ghost emissaries, demon patrols, and rogue human cultivators.
He memorized everyone’s faces, scents, and routes.
On the morning of the fourth day, the opportunity came.
A group of orc warriors emerged from the city, escorting several horse-drawn carriages, and headed south.
The carriage was filled with crystals and pills, clearly being transported to a certain stronghold.
Ying quietly followed them. He followed them from a very far distance, so far away that he couldn’t see the group with the naked eye and could only track them by sensing their auras.
His ability to conceal himself was among the best in the Gods Alliance; even a Tier 8 True Immortal Realm expert would have difficulty detecting it.
The caravan traveled for about an hour before stopping in a valley.
The orc warriors began unloading, carrying the crystals and pills into the hidden cave.
Shadow lay on a distant ridge, observing the busy orc warriors, and wondering if he should seize the opportunity to sneak in.
But at that moment, he felt someone staring at him.
That gaze was very gentle, as light as a feather resting on the skin.
But Ying’s body suddenly stiffened; he has been found.
He lay motionless on the ground, his breathing stopped.
His concealment technique was still active, and his aura was completely hidden; he shouldn’t have been found out.
FAQ Novel
Q: What major conflict has concluded?
A: The long-standing era of the Judgment Hall has ended, bringing freedom to the Ghost Clan.
Q: What new presence is introduced at the end of the chapter?
A: A mysterious, shadowy individual with a Sixth Rank True Immortal cultivation is shown lurking near the ruins of the Tianlang tribe.
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