Old Hand turned over uneasily.
Of course, he knew that the "Soul Order" appearing on Earth was a counterfeit, a sham. Most likely, it was a tactic by the rulers of the Deep Blue World to smear the real Soul Order.
During that time, he had more or less prepared himself for the collapse of all hope, ready at any moment to sever his connection with the Deep Blue World.
Yet the Miner brothers in the Deep Blue World had truly held their ground. In the depths of despair, they had forcibly clawed out a slim chance at survival, rebuilt the newest version of the "Sanctuary," and sent someone to contact the branch and update its version.
Sometimes, when he woke from a midnight dream—just like now—Old Hand would think of that headquarters contact buried within "Fish Skin," whose identity and appearance remained unknown. He had brought them a new Sanctuary, a new hope...
Even if it was only a stubborn struggle amid wind and rain.
The old version of the "Sanctuary" had fallen;
The new version of the "Sanctuary" was not necessarily all that safe either.
Old Hand had even considered whether to use the updated version of the "Sanctuary" or retreat into the original version of the "Placebo," once again putting distance between themselves and Soul Order headquarters.
There was no shame in that. He was responsible for the hundreds of people in the Hengduan Seven Divisions. He could not lead them all into the fire pit over a moment of stubbornness.
Yet he soon realized that there was no going back.
The "Sanctuary" had sheltered them, raising their threshold for enduring pain and accidents during human experimentation, but it had also created a considerable degree of dependence.
If they "rolled back the version," the comparatively outdated "Placebo"