Shi Kang was somewhat dumbfounded. The Desolate Ancient Clan was one of the five great ancient clans.
It was said that every member of the Desolate Ancient Clan possessed a terrifying physique capable of tearing apart the heavens and earth, far beyond comparison with ordinary races!
A shadow slowly emerged, its aura ancient and vast, carrying the imposing pressure of countless years. It was clearly no ordinary remnant soul.
The shadow spoke faintly. "After so many years... I never expected that after the Dao Enlightenment Tower sank, someone would still set foot in this place."
Shi Kang steadied himself, hastily reined in his blood and energy, then clasped his hands and bowed respectfully. "Shi Kang pays his respects to Senior!"
Judging by the shadow's appearance, it was a remnant soul. But if he wanted to beat himself to death, that probably would not be difficult.
The shadow's gaze fell upon Shi Kang. After examining him for a moment, his previously indifferent eyes revealed a trace of surprise. "You do not possess the bloodline of my Desolate Ancient Clan, yet you have tempered your body to such a level. Your tendons and bones are like divine iron, your blood and energy like a sea of fire. Even across the entire Great Thousand World, you would be hard-pressed to find someone like you. Not bad."
Shi Kang said, "Thank you for your praise, Senior!"
Shi Kang thought that since the other party had started praising him, the inheritance probably would not get away.
No matter what that inheritance was.
The thirty-six divine arts of the Desolate Ancient Clan?
That was the Desolate Ancestor's inheritance!
Since the other party did not mention it, Shi Kang could not very well take the initiative to ask.
He could only follow along and ask, "May I