Unlike his Master Gorsa, Saul’s teleportation ability had major limitations.

His teleportation had to be connected to fate lines.

He couldn’t go wherever he wanted like Gorsa could.

Before coming to the Old Days Manor, Saul had Ed come here in advance.

Ed didn’t understand that Saul needed him to be able to teleport directly here, thinking instead that he was being asked to explore.

He began reporting his exploration findings to Saul.

“Tower Master, I’ve checked this place. Since the last time the Storm Eye was sealed, no other pollution has been born. It’s cleaner than most areas in the Borderland.”

Saul nodded. “Have any other people passed by here recently?”

“There were people heading to Rhine City who passed by, but whether they were merchant caravans or solo travelers, they basically wouldn’t approach this place.”

After all, this was once where a Storm Eye had erupted. Fearing hidden pollution dangers, ordinary wizards were unwilling to get close.

Only Ed, having personally witnessed Saul’s ability to cleanse pollution from his body, wasn’t as wary of the Old Days Manor where a Storm Eye had once erupted as others were.

Listening to Ed’s report, Saul’s gaze had already fallen on the dilapidated roof of the Old Days Manor.

“Alright, I understand. Now you should leave this place first. Don’t tell anyone else that I’m here. If someone asks you about the Old Days Manor…”

Ed immediately picked up the thread, “I’ll say it’s to assess the safety of nearby areas for Rhine City’s development.”

Saul glanced at Ed.

An eye sprouted from the other’s forehead, then quickly disappeared.

These people seemed to already treat him like a city lord.

Saul didn’t refuse.

Although he wouldn’t truly become some city lord or manage any city.

He wouldn’t forget he was a wizard. His future path would only lead through endless unknowns.

Though this road was difficult and dangerous, at least when danger came, he wouldn’t have to pray to the heavens.

After Ed left, Saul entered the Old Days Manor.

The original rules here had been completely destroyed by the erupted Storm Eye.

After the Storm Eye was sealed, this place had temporarily become very safe.

In a few years, when the Black Tide’s deterrent effect passed, people would definitely reoccupy this place.

Slowly climbing the dilapidated wooden stairs and hearing the wood beneath his feet make sounds of splitting under the strain, Saul’s body suddenly became light.

When he stepped again, there was no sound of footsteps at all.

He entered through the front door that had lost half its frame.

The main hall and corridors were covered with unknown fungal threads. Some were grayish-white, others were black.

A flash of fire passed through.

Blue smoke immediately rose in the room as the fungal threads were burned to ash by the high temperature, revealing the originally spacious corridor.

Now, Saul’s control over magic spells was extremely refined. This fire that lasted only an instant burned away only the fungal threads without harming the surrounding walls or the old carpet beneath his feet.

Following the familiar passage, Saul came to the manor’s basement again.

The manor’s original owner had once undergone mutation here, dying in helplessness and despair.

A giant rat had devoured the dead wizard and become the mastermind behind the entire manor.

Everyone had once thought that solving the rat and the original owner’s evil spirit would make this place safe.

But later, Black Tide pollution still erupted here.

Saul passed through overturned experimental equipment and came to where the giant rat had died.

Only a patch of black stains remained here, giving no indication of what had happened.

But when the diary appeared in Saul’s hand, the surrounding tranquility immediately began boiling like heated water.

“As expected, the Storm Eye originally erupted from here. It only moved outside later, but the source is still here.”

After carefully observing the lines condensing above the diary, Saul raised his hand, and several black blades appeared around his body.

He pointed forward with his index finger.

The black blades beside him immediately plunged underground.

Like cutting through tofu, they dug out a large pit in the ground within a few breaths.

The ground beneath Saul’s feet quickly collapsed, but he remained standing in his original position, floating motionless in the air.

After digging down about three or four meters, a strangely shaped disc appeared before Saul.

Only then did he descend, raising his hand to brush away the dirt on the disc.

The disc felt extremely cold to the touch, as if he had plunged his hand into the deep sea at midnight.

“This is the influence of the Ice Lock Formation.” Saul quickly made out the hidden patterns on the disc. “It became like this after sealing the Storm Eye? It seems it doesn’t need anyone to watch over it.”

Saul had also learned much about the Borderland’s history during this time. Sealed Storm Eyes had never broken through their seals a second time.

This seemed to be a special characteristic related to space.

So these places where Storm Eyes had once appeared were no longer given attention.

This was convenient for Saul.

Because he had come here today to cause destruction.

“I’m not very good with earth-attribute magic. However…”

Saul lightly stamped his foot on the ground.

The soil beneath his feet and around him immediately flowed like mercury, gradually closing above Saul’s head.

Then the earth hardened, turning the pit Saul had just dug into an enclosed space.

In this dark small space, Saul raised his hand to ignite several light orbs for illumination, then used magic power to directly draw magic formations on the six surrounding walls.

These formations included Byron’s Inertization Formula and functions to prevent energy leakage.

At the same time, he borrowed partial content from the spatial transmission formations he had bought in Caugust City to reinforce the spatial stability of this small room.

After spending most of the day on preparations, Saul took a deep breath. His entire body’s flesh and organs instantly became transparent, then were absorbed completely by his black skeleton like water drops falling into a desert.

A completely black skeleton with only a white section between the left index finger bones crouched down again.

“Click, click, click, click.”

Without flesh and muscle, the bones connected by a mysterious force knocked against each other, making sounds like grinding teeth.

The only white bone section on his left hand slowly pressed against the center of the Ice Lock seal.

An extremely strong cold current flowed into Saul’s fingertip.

“This time it’s truly bone-chillingly cold.” The black skeleton mocked himself but didn’t avoid it, continuing to press hard against the center of the Ice Lock formation.

While using the white anchor point at his fingertip to probe the seal, Saul also continuously adjusted the diary, constantly watching whether the lines above would project dangerous omens.

After an hour, Saul felt he seemed to sense something through the sealing formation.

But it was only a vague feeling; he couldn’t determine whether there was something beneath the seal.

After trying for a while longer with no progress beyond that slight, vague feeling, Saul had to stand up.

He couldn’t continue any longer.

By now, many black water drops had condensed in the enclosed space Saul had temporarily created, like condensation on a window in winter.

But these black water drops weren’t well-behaved.

They were like struggling, drowning victims, constantly writhing as drops, trying to break free from the walls made of earth.

Although Saul didn’t look at those black water drops, his mental power covered the entire room.

Through his mental power’s perception, he could clearly “see” that several black water drops had already broken free from the walls.

But when these drops broke free from the wall, they revealed what was connected beneath—a face.

These round water drops weren’t real water drops.

They were the upper halves of human heads—round skulls.

They revealed faces that had previously been buried in the walls, and they looked exactly like Saul!

The hollow mouths on these faces opened and closed, sending layers of overlapping voices into Saul’s brain.

“No… meaning…”

(End of Chapter)

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