Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

The shadow slipped through the darkness, teleporting between shadows. In no time, it arrived within the large circle marked on the map.

Just as the spy leader had said, this place was the territory of the soul puppets in the Main City of the Layered Battlefield. Inside, there was no sign of life except for the soul puppets themselves. Correspondingly, although nothing appeared guarded on the surface, the mere difference in clans was enough to keep all spies firmly outside the gates.

This was naturally no challenge for the shadow. Activating its abilities, it directly infiltrated the restricted zone, remaining undetected by any soul puppet. What was left was simply a thorough carpet search.

...

The shadow moved cautiously, but the pace didn’t seem slow. With continuous shadow teleportation, after only a week, it had already pinpointed the target area.

That was Wen Yu’s mansion in the Main City of the Layered Battlefield.

The mansion occupied a vast area, appearing even more luxurious than the celestial god's inner sanctum on Earth. Unfortunately, this sincere masterpiece by the mountain puppet had never been lived in by Wen Yu for even a single day after completion. Only after Lord Tang Haofei’s arrival did the place truly gain an owner.

Though Wen Yu had left Tang Haofei in the Layered Battlefield partly to supervise and monitor, out of their friendship, Wen Yu had still done his best to find Tang Haofei a proper place to recuperate—such as his own mansion.

In other words, the shadow had indeed found the right place!

The mansion’s interior was pleasant, with an outdoor garden and beautiful scenery, suitable for retirement. Coupled with the care of the soul puppets, if this were an ordinary person, the treatment Wen Yu provided would have been enough to make them overjoyed, peacefully enjoying their later years. But unfortunately, Tang Haofei was no ordinary man...

The shadow infiltrated the mansion. After only a few steps, it sensed the presence of a clan member’s aura ahead.

Invisible to the naked eye, but the shadow’s strength exceeded that of the hidden cloud puppet clan members. Thus, while masking its own aura, it could still detect the cloud puppets’ locations.

Changing direction, the shadow walked a few more steps and encountered another cloud puppet.

Though the mansion seemed deserted, its internal defense was flawless. Countless cloud puppets covered the mansion’s skies like umbrellas, monitoring any unexpected situations.

“This is a bit troublesome...”

The shadow hesitated until it saw a tall earth puppet carrying a tray walking into the mansion. Its eyes lit up.

...

“Knock knock knock...”

A crisp knocking sounded. Without waiting for a response, the earth puppet pushed open the door and entered.

Everything inside the room came into view.

The decor was simple, but the space was large and predominantly white. Additionally, there were huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the east, south, and north sides, pouring in natural light and filling the room with a comfortable glow.

Only one person was inside. His face was haggard, his forehead tinged blue. His beard and hair were unkempt, and thick sleep crust still clung to the corners of his eyes. Hearing the door open, he didn’t turn his head, simply sitting in a wheelchair gazing into the distance.

“Lord Tang Haofei, your lunch,” the earth puppet said.

Then it stepped forward a few paces, placing the tray on the table. As the cover was lifted, an enticing aroma spread throughout the room.

“This is a pan-fried bone demon marrow, personally made by Chef Li Ao. This is the ancient demon heart fruit, prepared by Chef Raina. And this is...”

While placing the dishes one by one, the earth puppet named each dish. Tang Haofei remained silent.

“Lord, which dish would you like to try first?”

Still no response. After waiting a long time, the earth puppet picked up the cutlery and carefully fed the food to Tang Haofei.

Only then did Tang Haofei mechanically open his mouth. Like a puppet himself, he chewed and swallowed in a robotic manner, repeating the process.