In the room where Lu Ce was, as the bearded divine envoy departed, a new round of adjustments had begun.

The floor and walls, previously damaged due to relentless pursuit and leveraging, started to self-repair.

Soon, all the pits and dents began to restore, and the curvature of the ground was reorganized into a new state, making it very suitable for smashing things.

Above, the cylindrical pillars began to descend with a screeching friction sound.