It was a very strange scene.
Imagine realizing, amid an endless war, that you might die someday.
So, before you died, you left a Remnant Soul inside a lock and entrusted it to a dear friend.
You hoped that, many years later, your best friend would open that lock. Then your Remnant Soul would pop out, wearing the same smile as always, and bid him one final farewell.
Time flew, and the lock was finally opened. With no idea how much time had passed, you emerged from it with your usual playful air.
Only to find twenty other Remnant Souls just like you all around you.
You could sense that they shared your origin. They were all you.
But you could not understand it at all. You had only left behind one Remnant Soul, so where had the other twenty come from?
That was exactly how Guizhong felt at that moment.
"What happened?"
"What are we doing now?"
"Why are there twenty-one of me?"
"Where did I get so many copies of the Memory of Dust?"
"How are there twenty-one Remnant Souls?"
On Mt. Aocang, twenty-one Remnant Souls of Guizhong stared at one another, the same questions rising in every one of their minds.
Was it confusion? Strangeness? Awkwardness? Or perhaps something uncanny?
Or was it all of those at once?
For a Remnant Soul that had just awakened from a seal, opening her eyes to a scene like this might have been a little too much to take in.
Never mind Guizhong's Remnant Souls—even the Adepti standing guard nearby wore shifting expressions. For a moment, they were all speechless, unsure what to say.
Clearly, they understood how Guizhong felt.
Just as everyone was exchanging bewildered looks, Ellin's voice rang out.
"This is no time to stand around!"
"The energy