When Asher saw that Alia had lost consciousness, he stopped using the Tempting Touch technique on her and also removed the soul force from her soul.
He held her sleeping body in his arms as he stood there for a moment, contemplating what had just happened.
A strange feeling grew within his chest. It was like his heart had been pierced with an arrow of guilt for having done something that he knew he shouldn't have done. The emotions running through him were so strong that his dark aura began to swirl around him wildly, as if it were reflecting his current emotional state.
Soon, Asher looked at the dark chamber where his beloved sister had been living for the past few years.
There was no furniture in it. Nothing except for the stone bed where she slept and the torches lighting up the room. It was cold, damp, and dark. And she had been stuck inside this room for who knows how long.
How could she not feel lonely? How could she not feel angry and resentful toward Asher?
He had been living in the outside world with freedom, enjoying his life and having fun, while she was here, suffering in isolation. She had done nothing wrong, yet she was forced to endure all of this because of her unique constitution.
It was no wonder that she would lash out when she found out about Asher's relationships with other women. No wonder she would want to punish him for being with other people while she was locked up like an animal in a cage, suffering in pain and misery.
So how can he get angry at her when her thoughts turned darker and she wanted to harm his lovers?
How can he not feel guilty about his actions and regret not being there for her when she needed him the most?
As Asher thought about this, he felt another wave of pain wash over him and release an even more dark aura. It was like a silent storm of darkness that would consume everything in its path without mercy.
His eyes turned dark as his expression became grim.
A powerful ice element aura burst forth from her palms, spreading across the chamber. Everything within range froze instantly as the temperature dropped below freezing point.
The walls, the floor, and even the torches all turned to ice as the entire place became covered in a layer of frost. Then Nadia moved forward in a graceful dance as she channeled even more spirit essence into her legs before unleashing a barrage of kicks in every direction.
Each kick was like a force of nature that crushed the icy surroundings, creating huge chunks of ice that shattered upon impact. Soon, the chamber was completely destroyed, leaving behind nothing but a pile of rubble and dust.
However, Nadia didn't stop there. Instead, she sent out waves of pure ice elemental energy that formed into countless spears of ice that pierced the air at high speed, piercing through everything in sight.
These spears of ice continued to spread outward until they reached the walls of the chamber. Once they hit, they began to shatter into tiny pieces, as if they were breaking apart under the weight of their own power.
At the same time, these tiny fragments of ice spread throughout the entire cultivation grounds, piercing through everything without resistance and freezing all the chambers one by one. In a matter of moments, the entire cultivation ground became an icy wasteland, as even the sky itself turned white from the cold.
The temperature plummeted to absolute zero, rendering everything into solid ice, frozen in time.
Seeing this sight, Nadia let out a breath of relief. Then she opened up another portal of spirit essence, entered through it, and found herself back in the Mystic Starry Realm.
But as soon as Nadia left the chambers, a figure shrouded in darkness appeared from the shadows, watching everything that happened. It seemed as if this person had been observing everything since the beginning, never revealing itself.
The figure stood still for a moment; its expression remained calm and emotionless while its glowing red eyes scanned the surrounding area, taking in the frozen wasteland dissipating before its eyes like dust.
"A pity," the figure said in a low voice, "I would've liked to see more."
As it said this, the figure took a step forward, vanishing from sight without a trace.