For instance, the Remnant Soul's memories had given Wen Ziheng some understanding of the God-Demon Battlefield Ruins. As they continued on, he clearly had a destination in mind.
Pei Ling knew the direction Wen Ziheng was heading all too well.
If Pei Ling remembered correctly, this was where they had encountered a Remnant Soul on their last visit to the Divine-Demon Battlefield. It had tried to seize Qiao Ranran's body, only to be consumed by her instead. But its memories had revealed why it wanted her body: it meant to offer her to the being at the center of the Ruins.
Pei Ling smiled.
The Remnant Soul Wen Ziheng had consumed surely had no idea that Pei Ling had subdued the two strongest Remnant Souls at the center of the Ruins long ago. He had even devoured and absorbed them, leaving nothing behind. Too little time had passed between the two openings of the Divine-Demon Battlefield, and the Remnant Souls' minds were muddled. Pei Ling had also used a Formation in the Ruins to take those two away without causing much of a stir. The others probably knew nothing about it.
Now this was interesting.
What exactly was Wen Ziheng trying to do?
Yet as they traveled, Wen Ziheng noticed something was wrong with the peace around them. Earlier, they had encountered Remnant Souls every few steps and found Spirit Treasures scattered about. The farther they went in this direction, the more desolate it became. They had not seen even half a Remnant Soul's shadow, let alone a Spirit Treasure to seek out.
Unfortunately, Wen Ziheng had already devoured that Remnant Soul. Only fragments of its memories remained, and it could not answer his questions.
When Wen Ziheng reached the place where the two strongest Remnant Souls had once gathered,