Fate Weaver
None of the severs reacted with any hostility, in fact, they were all asleep at this moment despite the Mind Palace creaking and shaking violently as if it was on the verge of breaking down.
The middle door that held the essence of Hao Xuan's remaining soul was cracked open just a smidgen, barely enough to be noticeable but enough to allow entry.
The remnants of his psyche, of what made him HIM were sitting in an empty void taking the exact form and position his body was in outside. This was the place Jin Wang had used to reach out to him.
There was nothing but darkness all around. It was just Hao Xuan floating in a void surrounded by hundreds of millions of moving images. Each one represented a different life he was living through right at this instant, a painful and miserable excuse of a life.