Su Ming quietly stared at the resolve in the old man's eyes, and he suddenly pitied him slightly. This was an old man who had lived in a constant state of guilt and regret, even though he was incredibly powerful. He was a mad old man who would do anything to change his tribe members' fate.
"I will fulfill my promise," Su Ming said softly.
"This is your serendipity. If you fail in the ascension of your spirit, you will become a soul without consciousness, but if you succeed, you will turn from a Successor Spirit to an Antecendental Spirit!"
The resolve in the old man's eyes became firmer as he stared at Su Ming. When his words fell into Su Ming's ears, his eyes suddenly shone.
"I'm a Successor Spirit?"
"Of course you're a Successor Spirit. Based on the information I gathered from the cultivators who barged into this place, these so-called Successor Spirits and Succeeding Spirits appeared in the subsequent era, the one which came after my era ended.
