Aldrian was still trying to make sense of the vision. He didn't glance at the screen showing the integration of his domain with the city, instead, his mind was consumed by the vision he'd just experienced. The handsome young man, bravely facing something ominous, stirred a deep ache within him, filling him with anger.
He took a moment to calm himself, trying to rein in the fury building inside. The visions always seemed to affect him deeply, which annoyed him, but he knew they were crucial clues to the origin of his powers.
"Finally, huh," he muttered.
If he combined this experience with all the others, it seemed his power also had some connection to demonic cultivators—or perhaps even the Heavenly Demon—since the vision only appeared when he cultivated in the Temple of the Heavenly Demon. He didn't recognize the young man in the vision, yet he felt an odd sense of familiarity with him.
