Wash away the old dust and forge a divine body; from this moment, the edicts of myriad desires emerge

Destruction will activated on the altar.

In the space of a thought.

The Jile Rule brand emerged from within, hovering before the Lord of Bliss and radiating dazzling light.

Its first target was Death Space.

Along the spatial tether connected to the Main Hall, the Lord of Bliss's will descended with a thunderous surge.

One moment, the Elysium Players immersed in their tasks were still racking their brains over missions, rejoicing at passing trials, or excited about rewards nearly within reach.

The next, their bodies and spiritual consciousness collapsed like pencil marks wiped away by an eraser.

They broke down layer by layer into purple energy, returning to the Elysium Brand along the tether.

It was like brushing away a grain of dust or blowing away a wisp of smoke.

These Elysium Players had done nothing.

They had all been forced into Death Space, struggling with everything they had to survive.

But before the higher-dimensional will that was the Lord of Bliss, individual significance was too minuscule to mention, and the Lord of Bliss would not care how much effort they had put into surviving.

Before a grander narrative, they did not even qualify to become "stories in memory."

The entire reclamation process was cold and efficient.

What did destroying you have to do with you?

Once all the Elysium Players in the trial spaces had been broken down, every Elysium Player exploring outside was forcibly recalled.

The instant their figures appeared at the teleportation points, they collapsed and disintegrated, turning into Elysium power that flowed back.

With all this done, Death Space fell utterly silent.

But the purification operation was not over.

Next came the main framework and energy carriers that constituted Death Space.

The carefully designed trial mission scenarios, the intricate Spatial Corridors, the Death Space Feedback System