Sylas took a seat. He didn't even look at the chains again. He wouldn't need them.
If this rage in his heart couldn't anchor him down, then he would be even more pathetic than he felt.
His Demonic Will stirred, an eerie darkness seeping out from the corners of his eyes with sparks of emerald flames.
Then his body suddenly flexed.
The ancient rock stirred to life and tendrils of blood mixed with bony solids pierced into Sylas from all sides.
Anyone who had heard of Body Essence Refinement would know that this Secret Realm had no business being so cheap.
In truth, this was also an Ancient method, from the very same era as the Ancient Aether Treasure that Sylas had missed out on.
It had passed through many hands, and there was more than just a few in circulation. They still sold for a pretty penny, but it was still a far cry from their worth in the past.
This was because of two main factors.
