From the Meeting Hall, Igaris quietly made his way back to his residence.
Unlike the quarters of ordinary disciples, his abode was spacious and lavishly designed, with flowing curtains, quiet courtyards, and a few well-trained servants at his disposal. Yet, he paid no mind to the luxury. Such things held little value in his eyes.
He entered his chamber and sat cross-legged atop a smooth stone floor in the center of the room. The air was calm, the space dimly lit by a few glowing spirit lanterns.
He exhaled slowly, clearing his thoughts, then reached into his spatial pouch and retrieved a large stack of beast cores. There were 500 in total, gleaming with spiritual energy. These had been granted to him by the sect treasury. It was a significant amount, not easily acquired by most.
With these beast cores, his goal was clear.
"I must break through to the Mythic Rank," he murmured.
