"This feeling! It's so familiar! He Lanchán, is that you?!"
The veins in the white-haired old man's hand throbbed. His painful memories flashed through his mind as that stern face loomed larger and larger, clinging to him like a nightmare.
For an instant, Qin Shi's figure overlapped with the late He Lanchán's, as if the stone Buddha had come back to life.
"Could this kid have absorbed not only the Martial God Inheritance, but also its spiritual bearing?"
The white-haired old man was utterly astonished. The Void Meditation Method had been painstakingly created by He Lanchán, so it naturally contained a trace of his consciousness.
It was like the martial arts grandmasters of ancient times, who would seclude themselves in a cave on a rear mountain for years, leaving the imprint of a person on the rock wall through sheer force of will.
The impact that powerful life forms could have on their surroundings was often unimaginable.
They were like leviathan beasts lurking in the deep sea. Even their ordinary movements could stir up towering waves and raging tides.
"In that case, calling him the 'Martial God's Inheritor' isn't wrong."
The white-haired old man struggled to calm himself. Qin Shi's habit of cursing while he fought had made him feel more than a hundred years younger in an instant, taking him back to the beginning of the Stellar Cup.
The greatest setback in his life had come from He Lanchán.
That nasty fighting style—beating you to a pulp while berating you as a good-for-nothing—was a double assault on body and spirit.
It was no different from trampling his Dao Heart underfoot and grinding it into the dirt over and over.
It had taken the white-haired old man a long time to dispel the shadow left on his mind.
And then