The far south of Tianhe Grotto-Heaven lay beneath dark, overcast skies.
Inside the belly of an iceberg, a circular water pool dozens of meters across sat at the center of a cavern.
The pool's surface was perfectly still, like a bronze mirror.
Seven or eight palm-sized translucent fish drifted leisurely through the water. White light flickered over their bodies from time to time, casting bizarre, shifting patterns across the cave.
A middle-aged man in a purple robe embroidered with gold thread sat cross-legged at the center of the pool's surface as if he were seated on solid ground.
His hair was fiery red, fine scales covered his cheeks, and a pair of palm-sized deer antlers rose from his forehead.
At a glance, his facial features bore five or six parts resemblance to Tang Zong's.
After a long while, the middle-aged man opened his eyes.
Buzz!
The air trembled as countless Black Little Hands abruptly appeared around him.
Some grabbed his clothes, while others pressed down on his shoulders, pinning the middle-aged man firmly in place and leaving him unable to move.
"Those damned Netherworld Ghost Sect disciples really sealed me tight!" Tang Wang shot a glance at the little black hand on his shoulder, resentment rising within him.
"Tang Zong is probably finished. I wonder where that Chen Mu came from, to actually shake the Dragon Binding Lock." His expression darkened.
He had tried contacting Tang Zong again just now, only to find that his Spirit God Qi Mechanism flickered faintly, like a dying candle in the wind.
The Gangsha Clone he had painstakingly cultivated was now as good as destroyed.
"Forget it. No point thinking about it."
"I already gave up my True Form Body. What's one Gangsha Clone?"
"As long as I escape, I'll have a chance to