There were abundant facilities inside the sixth castle.
Usually, the Spirit Deity's disciples would bring their people to live in the castle to serve them. But Merlin wasn't like that.
He was accustomed to solitude and did not need the facilitation of others.
He saw these as external things. He did not want to seek any fortune, rank, or honor.
The only thing he wanted was to leave this realm. He was not even going to find the answer to the origin of this body's bloodline. Because it wasn't important to him.
And one of the things Merlin liked in the castle was the bounder gate.
“To advance in the Land of Death this time, I won't be using the Moonlight Fountain. So it is best if I research that realm before entering.”
Merlin was not in a rush. He was still prudent.
The three-yānas sector was not a place that one could just go. It was full of danger. Even a Spirit Lord who had lived for a long time would have to be careful.