There was good news, and there was bad news.
The good news was that he clearly remembered that before he was sent off by that hundred-ton truck, his phone, which was filled with countless "study materials," had also been crushed under the wheels, undergoing a physical format.
Otherwise, if some passerby had accidentally picked it up... the thought of that kind of social death scenario made his scalp tingle.
Even if he was dead, he still wanted to leave a good reputation behind.
The bad news was that his embarrassing System was truly gone, because it couldn't withstand the host's overwhelming luck, suffered an energy overload, its core collapsed, and it vanished completely.
Before the System died suddenly, among the rewards from the ten-pull lottery, only the five Golden Legends that caused the disaster survived the explosion.
The fact that he could achieve Innate Martial Soul Awakening without undergoing the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony was precisely thanks to one of those Golden Legends that had undergone Fusion with his Soul.
That was an existence who commanded time from a certain two-character open-World game in his previous life: Istaroth, the Regent of Time.
She had now transformed into Caelus's Martial Soul.
He clearly perceived that there were two Golden Legends that had undergone Fusion with him; one had transformed into the Martial Soul Istaroth, but the other was like looking at flowers through fog. He could not find any definite trace or function of its existence. It seemed to have completely hidden itself, or perhaps existed in a way he could not comprehend.
The other three Golden Legends that had been swept away and gone missing were closely connected to the half of his Soul Origin that he had lost.
Although they were extremely far apart—his initial sensing placed them at least several thousand kilometers away—their connection had not been severed.
Thinking of the predicament faced by the other half of his Soul, which was originally one with him and was now thousands of miles away, Caelus felt an inexplicable wave of irritation and powerlessness. He subconsciously raised his small hand and annoyedly rubbed his tightly furrowed brow.
This subtle movement did not escape Grandpa Hui, who had been watching him closely.
The old man's heart immediately tightened. He assumed Caelus was either overcome with grief or felt uncomfortable from the chilling wind of the cemetery. He quickly stepped forward, placing his withered yet warm hand gently on the boy's heartbreakingly thin shoulder with careful force, his voice hoarse and choked:
"Little Chen... please accept my condolences. We... should go back now."
The calloused hand conveyed a dry warmth, a rare tenderness in the human World.
Caelus raised his head, his fragmented golden eyes holding a distant gaze.
His gaze seemed to pierce the tall, cold black tombstone before him, pass over the low, sturdy fortifications of Yuming City, and finally settle on the distant west, upon the dark, undulating mountain range that stretched across the horizon like a sleeping Dragon under the dim light—the Ming Dou Mountain Range.
That place was where his convenient parents of this life had fallen in battle.
At the same time, according to his Soul perception, it was also the direction where the other him—the half of his Soul that had been torn away and taken—was located.
"Let's go, Grandpa Hui. We're going home."
Caelus finally shook his head helplessly, temporarily suppressing all the chaotic and complex thoughts.
At this moment, he was just a child who had just turned six, possessing nothing and powerless to act. He could only hope that his other self wouldn't be too unlucky.
After all, he was just a six-year-old child with no significant background. At home, they only had Grandpa Hui, a Spirit Elder, and at most, the officers of the Eighth Soul Master Legion would look after him somewhat out of respect for his deceased parents.
But to ask others to risk their lives to rescue someone thousands of miles away was simply wishful thinking.
His parents, as members of the Eighth Soul Master Legion, possessed the cultivation level of a Spirit Ancestor. They had followed the renowned Duke of White Tiger for years, guarding the front lines along the Ming Dou Mountain Range.
This time, it was precisely because of another small-scale conflict that erupted with the Sun Moon Empire that they unfortunately fell at the hands of the enemy.
The sacrifice they made for the nation could, at most, ensure that these two orphans—one old and one young—would not be easily bullied or have their property seized by malicious individuals in the short term.
After all, his parents' many years in military service had accumulated a family fortune that, while not vast, was certainly enough to make others envious.
However, even the most greedy noble had to weigh the consequences of offending the entire military structure before making a move.
Neither Duke of White Tiger Dai Hao, known for his toughness, nor the Golden Spear Douluo, who commanded the Eighth Soul Master Legion and was famous for his powerful offense, were people to be trifled with.
Oppressing a military orphan, once discovered, would invite not just the wrath of the Eighth Soul Master Legion, but the unified retaliation of the entire Star Luo Empire military...
Just as Caelus felt powerless, thousands of kilometers away, deep within the terrifying Evil Demon Forest located in the Sun Moon Empire.
The light here could never penetrate, obscured by countless twisted, gnarled, and strangely shaped giant branches and the thick, perennial miasma, as if forming its own Domain of eternal night.
The air was thick with the sickly sweet scent of decaying plants and the deep, earthy smell of the soil.
This was a paradise for powerful Spirit Beasts and a graveyard for the weak and intruders; ordinary Spirit Masters dared not take even half a step inside.
Yet, at this moment, in this perilous forest where deathly silence coexisted with shrieks, a petite figure, starkly out of place with its surroundings, was moving cautiously and with difficulty between jagged strange rocks and dark tree roots exposed on the surface, twisting like gigantic pythons.
It was a girl who looked about six years old.
Her originally delicate purple-and-white dress was now torn in several places, the soft edges ripped open by sharp thorns and stone ridges along the way, faintly revealing the fair, almost translucent, and flawless skin beneath.
She possessed extremely rare, soft silver hair that seemed spun from moonlight, reaching her waist, and strangely fading into a mysterious pale purple at the tips.
Even more peculiar, two small, pointed ears stood quietly amidst her soft silver hair. They were currently trembling slightly, unconsciously responding to her vigilance, trying desperately to catch even the slightest rustle of movement around her.
But what was most striking were her eyes, carved from the finest amethyst, clear, pure, and seemingly containing stars.
However, at this moment, these beautiful eyes were filled with frustration that was completely inconsistent with her childish appearance.
"Damn it, where did this embarrassing System blow me up to?"
The clear, childish voice carried a hint of annoyance.
That's right, the consciousness inside this body was Caelus. Although the body belonged to someone else, the one controlling it was the other half of Caelus's Soul. He could now be described as one Soul, two bodies.