"Who among you is willing to depart with my remains?"
Then, that deep voice asked.
The others looked at each other, each one at a loss, not wanting to be the fool.
"I'll go!"
Duan Gujin's eyes flashed, volunteering himself.
"Very well, brave indeed!"
That deep voice praised.
"I've always been quite bold!"
Duan Gujin replied with a faint smile, though he had another thought in mind.
The reason he agreed to take the remains was that he wanted to see if he could find a way to unravel that mysterious energy.
That deep voice belonged to only a wisp of a residual soul, possessing only one-thousandth of its former power.
Thus, seeing Duan Gujin step forward and eagerly accept the task, the voice merely thought him courageous, not realizing Duan Gujin had ulterior motives.
Duan Gujin knew the residual soul still had some strength, and feared that if they didn't follow its instructions, they would indeed perish in a year.
This outcome was naturally not what he wanted to see.
