Even the crimson color in their blood-red eyes began to degrade, reverting once more to the previous grayish state.
All the souls became incredibly quiet at this moment, silently gazing at the old figure ahead.
They remained silent for a long time.
Because they understood and clearly remembered that countless years ago, when the old figure before them crafted the white bone from within his transcendent soul body, with the ability to dissipate at any moment, he uttered a prophecy.
In that prophecy, not only was the fate of the old figure involved, but also the future path of these souls.
For countless years, since that prophecy emerged, they have awaited the arrival of that day.
They have also eagerly anticipated the entry of outsiders.
But as countless ages passed, in the river of time, apart from the scattered corpses drifting around, there were no other entities in existence.
The numerous beliefs hidden in their hearts began to dissipate with the passage of time.
