Sikong Jing nodded and went on to recount in full how Grandpa Su had passed away.
When he finished, the Overlord Soul spirit projection fell silent for a long, long time...
At last, he sighed. "Brother Su could have lived, but because of Miss Ye, he no longer wanted to go on living. Damn it, why didn't he think to find me before dying? Damn, damn, damn!"
Unable to stop himself, he cursed wildly a few times before the Overlord Soul spirit projection lapsed back into silence.
Of course, he could understand Su Beiheng's feelings. Yet his heart was filled with reluctance, grief, indignation, and pain.
Finally, he roared again, "Damn Thousand Kings Holy Tower! If they hadn't invited a Saint Martial Stage demon beast to strike back then, Brother Su would definitely have reached the Saint Martial Stage, perhaps even the Divine Martial Stage by now. No one would have been able to stop him!"
Sikong Jing deeply agreed. If he had not been suppressed so early, Grandpa Su would likely have reached the Saint Martial Stage long ago.
At that time, no one in the Central Plains would have been able to stand against him.
But the Thousand Kings Holy Tower was likely afraid of precisely that, which was why they had suddenly summoned that terrifying Saint Martial Stage demon beast to crush him.
After an unknown amount of time passed, the Overlord Soul spirit projection finally calmed down. Then he stared straight at Sikong Jing. After asking the latter's name, he spoke solemnly...
"A-Jing, from now on, you are the successor of Brother Su and me."
"I am merely a spirit projection formed from a strand of intent, so there is no need for you to take me as your master. How about you call me Grandpa