"This feeling! Too familiar! Are you He Lanchan?"
The old man with white hair felt the blood vessels in his hand throbbing, and painful memories flashed in his mind, with that stern face constantly magnifying, wrapping around him like a nightmare.
For an instant, Qin Shi's figure overlapped with the seated He Lanchan, as if the Stone Buddha had come back to life.
"Could it be that this boy has absorbed even the spirit and aura from the Martial God's legacy?"
The old man with white hair was utterly shocked. The Void Meditation Technique, created by He Lanchan with immense effort, naturally contained a trace of his consciousness.
Just like the ancient times, when a Martial Arts Grandmaster secluded himself in a rear cliff cave for years, and carved a human figure into the rock wall.
The influence of a strong life force on the world is often unimaginable.
