Naimus had previously made a judgment.
That was that the refreshed people in Silver City were basically all "memories."
These memories came from Saint Dartmenly.
Everyone he had encountered in his life, everyone connected to him, everyone he knew, appeared in Silver City in the form of these memories.
In essence, the refreshed people were part of the Nether Corpses.
They cultivated techniques, elevated them, then entered the Path of Desperation. Advancing into the Silver Breed was essentially the alchemical stage after corruption—whitening.
It was equivalent to using the refreshed people as tools to refine themselves.
And the emergence of those who had lost their common sense was most likely not because they had spent too long working in the workshops.
There was a very high chance that it was because this portion of their "memories" had already finished being refined.
These memories no longer had any value for further refinement, so Silver City's alchemical ritual no longer maintained their "existence."
As for exactly whom Saint Dartmenly had known, Naimus had no idea.
But Naimus knew that among them, there had to be someone he was familiar with.
Looking at the refreshed person who bore some resemblance to himself, Naimus smiled and nodded at him.
Naimus had learned from fate that there were nine "True Spirits" in total.
Six of those True Spirits had already died.
Of the remaining three, the Sun God was one, and he himself was the ninth.
That meant one more True Spirit remained.
Naimus had once suspected the God of Precepts.
But he quickly abandoned that suspicion.
If the God of Precepts had been another True Spirit, He would certainly have known much more.
He could not possibly have allowed Naimus to steal His Divinity so easily.
Only at this moment did Naimus confirm the