Leaving the training room, Azrail smiled. He had covered over the part he wanted to, and now he left the place stronger than he entered, which was a big plus for him. The future toward change and growth looked good for Azrail as he, leaving the training room, commanded the realm scrapper to take him to the meeting room.

The moment Azrail entered inside, he sat on the chair, after which Nayan was suddenly transported into the room. A moment of confusion passed, after which Nayan, now using another body in which he's hidden — something more similar to a human — spoke,

"A little warning would be nice next time."

"I will think about it."

Azrail replied back, after which he asked,

"So, how are the tasks going within this realm?"

To his question, the body of Nayan, smiling with an eerie grin, replied,

"Things are going very well. Thanks to how backwards this place is, it didn't take long for me to have control over all the continents here, and even less time to break through any protection layers and have access to all their situations. Plus, I have established full observation over the targets you said to keep an eye on."

Azrail smiled at those words. Sure enough, the majority of the large powers of the continents had connections with larger powers within the higher realms — connections by ancestry, power, or resources. In any way, the connection existed, which meant they had within them several extra protections or knowledge than others.

'But they were all useless against this guy's monstrous genius.'

Azrail thought, looking at the smiling, eerie monster in front of him. The hatred that once burned high within him had gone away. He had killed him and made him his slave, and till the end of life, Nayan would serve him like a dog. Though sure, torturing him would be very satisfying and all, that would be useless in the long run.

'You need to see the bigger picture.'

Words he was taught, though it wasn't complete.

You need to see the bigger picture, sure, but you also need to be satisfied with yourself, too. Try to find the line where you can even earn profit from your revenge or any satisfaction.

Azrail smiled at the words of his mentor from his world of Ingrid. Keeping the smile, Azrail focused back on the current issue at hand.

"Show me the display."

And as soon as Azrail spoke, a wide array of projections appeared in front of him, each projection showing different data and movements across the boards.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the projectors coming to life, lines of light forming into cascading panels before Azrail's eyes, threads of data and movement creating a web that spread like veins across the invisible air.

What was once a plain room now looked like a breathing organism carrying information, each line representing life being watched. Azrail leaned back, arms crossed, eyes narrowing with interest as he watched the display open.

Rows of luminous spheres expanded outward, each one pulsing with a faint glow — each a continent, each carrying millions of life signatures. Within every sphere, data lines branched like roots, smaller lights darting and blinking to represent activity, population density, and Qi fluctuations.

"What's the range?" Azrail asked, his tone even but his eyes sharp.

"Complete," Nayan said, his tone almost smug. "Every movement of importance within this world is under our eyes. The only exceptions are the few hidden within the elder tombs — and even then, they are being slowly unravelled. The surveillance network is no longer just passive; it is self-learning. Each observation feeds the core, and the core adjusts to patterns and anomalies."

Azrail raised his brow slightly.

"The core?"

"Yes." Nayan raised his hand, and from the central projection, a larger sphere appeared, completely black, absorbing the light around it. "I call it the Null Seed. It's a fragment of the old Soul Engine, fused with my own spiritual link. It watches, learns, and interprets. What you see now…" He gestured toward the orbiting lights. "...is only the visual translation."

Azrail leaned forward, his fingers tapping the armrest in thought.

"Explain."

Nayan smiled that twisted, knowing smile of his.

"The projections are categorised in four primary data streams. Blue represents activity — normal life signs, movements of population and energy flow. Red is instability — high Qi flux, violence, ritual energy, or abnormal aggression. Yellow indicates intelligence flow — gatherings, knowledge exchanges, spiritual communication. And black…" He paused for effect, eyes narrowing, "...is death."

Azrail's gaze shifted to the black points that shimmered faintly between the glowing colours — they were almost still, unmoving.

"Death signatures," Nayan continued, "aren't just those who die. They are places and people that invite death — cultivators of death arts, cursed areas, forbidden relics, and graves with spiritual residue. The Null Seed marks them all. And, interestingly, it reacts to them differently depending on proximity to your essence."

"My essence?" Azrail asked, now intrigued.

"Yes. The Seed recognises you as the Master Node. Your presence amplifies its awareness. The longer it stays within your domain of influence, the more aligned it becomes with you. It starts interpreting death not as an end but as energy. So… in simpler terms," he chuckled darkly, "it's evolving to think like you."

Azrail stared at the massive hologram, watching the slow, breathing pulse of the network. His expression was unreadable — somewhere between fascination and understanding it in some way.

"I assume it's still safe?"

Nayan's grin widened.

"As safe as anything that can rewrite the world's understanding of life and death."

Azrail sighed quietly.

"That's not comforting."

"I didn't mean it to be," Nayan replied with that eerie calm, a tone that always made others feel like he was laughing inside.

'This monster is doing monstrous things again.'

Azrail stood, his figure illuminated by the shifting colours of the projection, and walked closer. His finger traced through the air, brushing over a line of energy that rippled in response. The projection instantly changed focus, zooming down through layers of space until it reached a single region — the southern continent, near the Void Scar Mountains.

Countless small lights blinked and shifted there — armies training, mana fluctuations from sect wars, movements of strange creatures. It was alive with chaos.

"Show me the anomalies," Azrail ordered.

Nayan's eyes glowed faintly crimson as he activated the filter. The display dimmed; most colours faded out, leaving only a few red and black pulses burning faintly in the dark.

"These are your potential disruptions," Nayan said. "Seven high-level cultivators attempting to breach through to the next realm. Two unknown dark entities have emerged in the wastelands — not from this plane, likely remnants from ancient summons. And…" his voice slowed, "...one presence matching Anya's energy signature."

Azrail froze for a moment. His eyes flickered.

"Anya?"

"Yes," Nayan said, tone now more measured. "She's not moving openly. Seems she's using a vessel — one of her followers. But the Seed registered the trace of her power, faint, diluted, but pure enough to identify."

A long silence stretched between them.

Anya. The name itself was heavy — filled with old stories, debts, and fire.

"She's watching too, then," Azrail murmured under his breath.

"Likely," Nayan agreed. "Her faction's surveillance methods are far different. They rely on spiritual mirrors — ancient relics bound by emotion and soul resonance. Much slower, less precise, but they have one advantage — they can sense intent, not just movement."

Azrail smirked faintly.

"So while we see what happens, they can feel why."

"Exactly," Nayan said. "A poetic but inefficient system. Yet, for someone like her… efficiency was never the goal."

Azrail stood silent again, eyes tracing the flow of data. The projection zoomed out once more until the entire realm shimmered before him — a living map of countless lights, data, and pulses of energy.

"What about concealment?" Azrail asked suddenly. "I want to know if anyone has tried to move outside your vision."

Nayan raised his hand again, forming new lines across the display. The blue and red dots dimmed, replaced by faint white cracks running through the holographic sphere — like fissures on a surface.

"These are the blind zones. Places where the Seed cannot maintain full presence. Mostly caused by interference from ancient runes or overlapping spiritual dimensions. I've marked five major ones — and, interestingly enough, one of them is growing."

"Growing?"

"Yes. Someone is constructing a suppression array large enough to push the Seed's senses away. It's subtle but constant — mana density within that zone is altering in rhythm. That means ritual or technology."

"Who's behind it?"

Nayan looked thoughtful.

"I don't know yet. But it's not Anya. The mana is colder, sharper — a fragment of something ancient essence perhaps, or something very powerful hidden away experimenting with interference arrays."

Azrail's eyes narrowed slightly, the faint glint of interest returning. Azrail knows for a fact that several powerful things are hidden away here, powerful enough that their sheer presence shouldn't be touched or played around with.