Even though the illusion was gone, the entrances to the pockets were still there. All of the Soul Kings standing there looked a little surprised at that, some of them even wrinkling their eyebrows at the sight.

“What a strange pocket this is. Does this mean the entrance will last for a longer time? A pocket that only opens after a set amount of time like this one shouldn’t behave like this….”

The one who spoke was the red-robed elder representative from the Fire School. His aura was blazing wildly so that he looked like a human fireball with his aura intimidating the others. His eyes were glued to the entrances of the pocket as he muttered to himself.

“How truly strange. I’ve never seen a pocket have this many entrances either. It’s almost as if the pocket meant to have multiple people enter it….” The green-robed elder from the Wood School muttered in confusion next to him.

“Who knows how many years this pocket laid undetected.” The elder from the Metal School spoke...