Kiaria opened his eyes.
The pseudo palace was silent.
Diala, Princess, Azriel, Aizrel, and Mu Long remained deep in spiritual cultivation, completely unaware of what had just unfolded inside the dungeon domain.
Kiaria didn't wake any of them.
He rose soundlessly and stepped into the Ghost Prison domain.
Inside, Ru and Yi were still focused on their research, carefully studying the strange dandelions growth on the beast corpses. Their concentration was absolute. Kiaria watched them for a brief moment, then turned away and exited the domain again.
He remained hovering.
Moving straight toward the outer door as if the spatial isolation didn't exist.
Down below, in the fourth-floor formation room, the Xiuli Tribe's ritualist watched the pseudo palace through his monitoring array. His eyes narrowed. He didn't dare provoke them. Not yet. Without absolute certainty of victory against beings of that level, any hostile move would be suicide.
