The old man's soul trembled as he felt himself being pulled by an indiscernible force, panic creeping into his very being. "Don't worry, old man," MingYue said, her voice calm yet unwavering. "MingHao will fulfill your dream. Just do your part."
Those were the last words he heard before everything turned dark. His consciousness faded—until the day MingHao would awaken him from the ring. The skeleton crumbled into dust. MingYue picked up the ring, her gaze unreadable. With the core now gone, the protective array within the Ancestral Hall began to flicker and fail, running on the last remnants of energy still circulating through the circuits. She didn't rush to leave. There was no need. This place, now empty and undisturbed, was the perfect spot for her breakthrough.