The Dragon God had no body at the moment.
Otherwise, a chill would surely have risen within him.
Deep within the Dragon Tomb, the Dragon Soul left behind by the Dragon God blazed with icy blue light.
"Asura, how much has he uncovered? Tang San became a God at least ten thousand years ago. How long has Asura been detached from this world?"
All kinds of thoughts churned through the Dragon God's mind.
He was not worried that others would understand his realm.
He was not worried that outsiders would learn he was still alive.
Nor was he worried that the God of Time's Divine Throne, which he had seized from the First Generation Phoenix God, would be destroyed along with the God Realm.
But he feared that someone had seen through his very foundation.
"Right, Xiao Wu—the hundred-thousand-year rabbit!"
The Dragon God's voice suddenly rose several pitches.
The entire Dragon Valley Small World trembled. The mighty power emanating from this extremely low-rank Small World made even the Douluo Plane to which it was attached shudder.
Su Ming, the Lord of the Plane, was wholly focused on Forging. He sensed it, but had no spare energy to deal with this change.
Of course, while he had no energy to spare, the two Main Bodies in Dou Yi and Dou San did. Yet they could only think about it; they had no way to draw upon Dou Er Su Ming's power to trace the source of the fluctuation.
Because every shred of Dou Er Su Ming's power had to be used for Forging.
The Dragon God was still enraged.
He no longer even cared about exposing the news that he was alive.
"Rabbit! That damned rabbit!"
The Dragon God intensified his search and uncovered different versions of history.
From one version,