Serisya could only watch Hansen in silence. Deep in her heart, she kept whispering his name over and over. There was a mixture of awe and deep emotion within her—especially as she watched Hansen’s hands so carefully working to unravel the soul-binding chains around her.Inside the Dragon Slate, Hansen was beginning to realize—he was the master of this spiritual realm. A newfound awareness dawned on him. In his past life, he never had a weapon, let alone a space capable of housing someone’s soul—or their living body.Slowly, Hansen understood that the chains were more than physical restraints—they were soul bindings. He believed breaking them inside this realm wouldn’t pose a direct threat. However, what concerned him were the long-term consequences in the real world. Once their souls returned to their bodies, would there be unseen damage?That’s why he concluded the knot in the chain had to be undone carefully, not with brute force. Hansen didn’t even know who had placed the chain, or

"This happened twenty years ago..." the Ancestor’s voice was deep, hoarse, but filled with meaning. Inside the main meditation chamber, the glow of spiritual crystal lamps illuminated his calm, aged face. In front of Hansen and King Boman, the Ancestor closed his eyes for a moment, as if reliving that time."Siora," he said softly. "She was an extraordinary woman from a distant land. A rare expert—she possessed the Phoenix Body Constitution. When she cultivated, the energy of heaven and earth flowed to her effortlessly. The fire she produced wasn’t just any fire—it was the Ancient Phoenix Flame. Even among the pinnacle cultivators, her name once caused a stir."He paused, his eyes staring blankly ahead."But this world is cruel, especially to strong and beautiful women. Siora wasn’t just sought after for her power, but also for her beauty. Many powerful figures, sect leaders, even royal nobles from her homeland, wanted her as their wife or ally. But Siora rejected them all—and that wo

Swoosh!Teng!A knife shot out from the crowd, slicing through the air at incredible speed, aimed directly at Adaru’s heart. The man had been strolling casually through the central market with two of his subordinates, completely unaware of a deadly attack in broad daylight.But one of his men, Roen, reflexively slashed the knife midair with his sword, redirecting its path into the nearby brick wall.Craak! The blade embedded deeply, sending chills down the spines of onlookers.Adaru halted instantly, his eyes wide. "Damn it! Who are you!?" he shouted, glaring toward the direction the blade had come from.A masked figure appeared from behind a flagpole, dressed in dark clothes and a light cloak tightly wrapped around their body. The figure said nothing, merely leapt onto a nearby rooftop with astonishing agility."After him!" Adaru shouted, launching himself into pursuit, with Roen and the other subordinate, Kiva, close behind.They chased the assassin across rooftops, jumping gaps and

The room was silent, broken only by heavy breathing and the angry snorts of an old man dressed in a black and gold robe. Dorman, the Head of the Family, sat on his grand throne. His sharp eyes, like those of an eagle, burned with rage as two guards carried in Roen on a simple stretcher. Roen’s body was limp, his left leg wrapped in thick bandages soaked with dried blood. His face was pale, clearly enduring excruciating pain.Without a word, one of the guards threw Roen to the floor in front of Dorman. The weakened body tumbled, crashing onto the cold marble floor.Dorman stood, his body trembling. "Tell me who killed my son?" His voice was low, yet carried a weight that shook the entire room.Roen gritted his teeth. The pain in his leg nearly made him faint, but he forced himself to stay conscious. "They were from an assassination organization," he replied softly."Assassination organization?" Dorman frowned. "Do you think I don't know there are thousands of assassin groups across thi