Watching Sikong Jing put away all three gifts, the Tyrant Soul spirit shadow smiled as if it had completed its mission...
"The things I wanted to give you are these."
"There is nothing else I need to explain. I know you are a man of strong opinions—you know what should be said and done, and what should not be said or done... Now, is there anything else you wish to ask?"
At the Tyrant Soul spirit shadow's question, Sikong Jing thought for a moment before raising another one...
Why was the black puppet half as strong as the ice puppet?
The answer he received was that the black puppet had been imitated by Tyrant Soul Venerable himself—a replica based on the ice puppet. But as Sikong Jing had already seen, the imitation had failed completely.
At last, every question had been answered.
After hesitating briefly, Sikong Jing asked, "Grandpa Tyrant Soul, may I cultivate in seclusion here and break through?"
There were still five or six days until the District-Seizing War. This place happened to be exceptionally quiet, so Sikong Jing wanted to break through into the Spirit Martial Stage.
Naturally, there was no problem with that.
After obtaining the Dark Gold Tyrant Soul Token, Sikong Jing was effectively the second master of the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm. Thus, he could completely disregard the rule that only those in the War Martial Stage could enter. He could break through to whatever realm he wished here.
"Fine, then I'll cultivate in seclusion within this first castle."
Murmuring softly, Sikong Jing bade the Tyrant Soul spirit shadow farewell and descended from the top floor of the castle.
He casually found a room, shut the door, and sat cross-legged, preparing to circulate the true qi throughout his body...
"Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts,