The shattering of the soul tablets signified that the individuals tied to them had met their ultimate demise. They had been obliterated with no way to come back.

The middle-aged man’s face darkened as he muttered coldly, “Hmph, that celestial residence is destined to be mine.” He vanished from where he stood, disappearing without a trace. It was impossible to discern where he had gone, and the sight was utterly chilling.

Meanwhile, Adrian retired to his room. The lodgings, though simple, appeared to have been regularly cleaned and maintained.

'It's not too shabby,' he thought, sitting cross-legged and beginning to meditate. Any environment was the same as long as he could focus on his goals. Now more than ever, he knew he needed to remain diligent and meticulous. There was no room for carelessness or neglect.

Ciawales was far from the fragile entity Adrian had initially imagined. He understood that if he wanted to control everything, he had to rise to the pinnacle of power. If he c