Sikong Ling's expression remained cold and detached. She did not follow them.
Over the past hundred and twenty years, quite a few children had been born in Xiaosang Town. Time and again, she had hoped, only to be disappointed.
But no matter what, as long as their talent was sufficient, she would personally teach and guide them...
At that moment, Sikong Xinyu's voice came from inside the little boy's home. "Let's name him Sikong Bai'er."
By now, the people of Xiaosang Town had basically all adopted the compound surname Sikong, following Sikong Jing's family.
It happened to be the one hundred and twentieth year after Sikong Jing's death, and this little boy was the first child born in Xiaosang Town that year. Thus, Sikong Xinyu named him Sikong Bai'er.
From then on, Sikong Bai'er began cultivating under Sikong Xinyu, gradually revealing extraordinary talent.
In the blink of an eye, another hundred-odd years passed...
Still in Xiaosang Town, Sikong Xinyu flashed into view, tears in her eyes.
"Elder Sister..."
"Sikong Bai'er failed his Great Emperor Tribulation. Ancient Soul Emperor of the Primordial Cosmos Great World infiltrated and interfered, but he dragged two Great Emperors from the Primordial Cosmos Soul-Slaying Empire down with him, dying together in the Great Emperor Tribulation."
"He did not disgrace us."
At Sikong Xinyu's words, Sikong Ling's entire body trembled slightly. In the end, she let out a long sigh...
"I understand. Bring his cenotaph back to Xiaosang Town."
Sikong Ling's voice quickly calmed. More than two hundred years had passed since her brother's death, and more than two hundred years had passed since the Burial Emperor War began. The powerhouses of the Vast Cosmos Great World had long grown accustomed to life and death.
Almost every day brought news of another tragedy.
The Burial Emperor