The Tyrant Soul Spirit Shadow looked at him and spoke softly, "My true body should have already reached the Saint Martial Stage, but it seems unable to return, remaining trapped in terrifying peril all this time... So, do you understand now?"
At those words, Sikong Jing's entire body trembled violently.
Of course he understood. The depths of the Boundless Sea were perilous to the extreme—even a Saint Martial Stage powerhouse could not return from there!
The Tyrant Soul Spirit Shadow meant the same thing as before: he must not venture lightly into the Boundless Sea, and for now, he absolutely could not tell Tyrant Lotus Venerable about this.
Sikong Jing nodded solemnly. Only after offering another salute did he turn and leave.
Watching Sikong Jing's retreating figure, the Tyrant Soul Spirit Shadow murmured to himself, "With A-Jing's combat strength at the Spirit Martial Stage, aside from the legendary Sacred Physiques, perhaps no one in the entire Central Plains can match him within the same realm."
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing had arrived at the exit of the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm and flashed out.
White light flickered before his eyes, and he returned to the Tyrant Soul Courtyard outside the entrance to the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm. This time, no one was around.
He did not leave immediately. Instead, he stared deeply at the entrance...
This trip into the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm had yielded tremendous gains. More importantly, he had learned of the story between Grandpa Su and the Tyrant Soul Venerable, uncovered many secrets he had never known before, and broken through his limits at the same time.
"What excuse can I use to keep Tyrant Lotus Venerable from losing heart and sinking into despair?"
Sikong Jing suddenly thought of this problem. He could not tell Tyrant Lotus Venerable the