Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

Wen Yu slept very comfortably during this nap.

It felt as if all the negative states of his body had been completely emptied.

Wen Yu didn’t know how long he had slept; he only knew that when he awakened, he felt refreshed...

However...

He remained still in place, not moving at all...

It wasn't that Wen Yu was fearful or overly cautious, but he had some ties with the demon lord. Would the demon lord really let him lie on the street all night?

That shouldn’t be possible...

In Wen Yu’s consideration, since he had fallen asleep from exhaustion, the demon lord should have sent someone to bring him back to his room.

At the very least, there should be a bed and blanket, right?

However, reality proved that Wen Yu was thinking too much.

After waking up, Wen Yu might have felt a bit embarrassed. He tidied up his clothes and began to stroll toward the palace group while surveying the surroundings.

Before he fell into a deep sleep, he had only taken a brief glance, and he hadn’t seen the whole view. Now, looking again, he immediately felt that the demon lord and the sovereign were indeed cut from the same cloth.

Even the decoration style was quite similar...

The palace group was square-shaped, with the dimensions of the doors being essentially the same. Aside from the different colors of the buildings and the varying flowers and plants outside, the remaining differences were minimal.

When he reached the front of the main door, Wen Yu finally came to a stop.

He looked at the four large characters above the door and read them aloud, one word at a time.

“Temple of the Void Realm, old man, this name you chose has quite a charm...”

Wen Yu chuckled and teased, yet the entire palace group remained eerily silent.

In that moment, Wen Yu’s smile suddenly stiffened. He slowly squinted his eyes and spoke again after a moment.

“Demon lord? Your highness? Master? Old man? Are you there?”

Silence...

No response...

The entire palace group seemed to be enveloped by a large soundproof barrier. At that moment, Wen Yu’s heart trembled suddenly, and his body shivered!

“Hey, hey, hey! If you’re there, give me a reply! If you’re not here, I’m leaving!”

Still, no one responded.

Leaving was naturally out of the question... Wen Yu didn’t even know where he should go!

There was only this one path in front of him!

So, Wen Yu spoke up once more.

“Hey... well... then I’m coming in?”

Saying this, Wen Yu lifted his foot and slowly stepped over the threshold of the Temple of the Void Realm.

A gust of cold wind swept by, and at that moment, a sense of unease suddenly rose in Wen Yu’s heart.

He gently touched the little soul beast, and his cold hand made the little soul beast shiver.

The pair—master and little soul beast—looked at each other, and after a moment, a mental wave instantly transmitted into the little soul beast's mind.

“I think we’re in big trouble...”

...

“Tap... tap...”

The sound of footsteps echoed against the smooth floor. Wen Yu’s footsteps were not loud, yet in the profound silence, they sounded exceptionally jarring.

One sound followed another, like a knock on his own heart!

The layout of the demon lord’s palace was generally similar to that of the sovereign’s.

Wen Yu walked through the long corridors, traversing the front and back courtyards. Along the way, his pace was leisurely, yet a growing coldness began to rise deep within him...

It became colder, more icy...

Here, there was no vitality.

It felt like a massive grave!

Absolute silence lingered in Wen Yu’s heart. At this moment, he felt that this cursed place was no better than the void outside!

Until Wen Yu reached the core position of the palace group—the place called the Ruler’s Hall.

However, here... well, there was no plaque.

Wen Yu didn’t know what it should be called.

He slowly extended his hand and gently knocked on the palace door.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Two consecutive knocks sounded, yet inside, there was a desolate silence.