The Heir
Xiao Lian silently gazed ahead. His expression had barely changed as he asked in a low voice, "What will happen if he gives up?"
A hint of regret also entered the old man's eyes. He said softly, "Then even with your dragon scales protecting him, he won't be able to withstand the lightning strikes. Sooner or later, he'll be annihilated in there."
"For Bi Fan, this path is a dead end. Su Xingchen's move was truly vicious!"
Xiao Lian fell silent. After a long while, he asked one last question, still holding on to a glimmer of hope: "Is there really no other way?"
The old man's hazy figure turned its head and looked at him deeply. Only after a long moment did he say softly, "There is still one thing I can try."
His eyes lit up at once. Raising his head, he asked, "What?"
The old man smiled faintly, his gaze utterly calm. "This last wisp of my spiritual consciousness can still go in there once."
Xiao Lian's expression shifted. "And what happens to you after you go in?"
"Then I'll vanish from this world completely, of course." The old man smiled with open acceptance, his expression serene.
After all, he was not of the Immortal Spirit Race, and the cultivation techniques he practiced had no special effect of that kind. He had died long ago, and hundreds of thousands of years had passed since then. He no longer had any attachment to life.
Besides, this form of existence he had now was nothing special, and it was unclear how much longer it could last.
His spiritual consciousness had been sealed inside this vast Star Cloud River for so long for one reason only: he still had one final concern he had yet to lay to