The Qian Family's Ancestral Craft, Hope of Returning Home [Six Thousand Words]

If the Visualization Diagram also captured some scenes from Legend of the God Realm and Tang Sect Self-Entertainment Chronicle, then showed Dai Yuhao's later life, the contrast would become even more obvious.

Until Tang Fozu committed suicide, he had to keep wearing that so-called "single-person protective measure."

What kind of life was that? It was already difficult to describe it with human language and vocabulary.

For Tang Fozu, only a word more offensive than "beast" could possibly describe and define him.

Qian Chaoguang silently held Huo Yutong a little tighter. "You won't need to be so tense anymore. You can relax a little. The Sea God Douluo is dead, Da Ming and Er Ming can't leave the Clear Sky Sect for too long, and Tang San can't descend to the lower realm without reason. The power we possess now is enough to sweep across the entire continent."

"The only thing I'm worried about now is whether the Pixiu Merchant Association left behind on Douluo Continent will run into operational problems after both my teacher and I lose contact with the Demi-plane. There's no need to worry about the Demi-plane itself. All our assets are in there, so nothing can go wrong."

At his words, Huo Yutong suddenly remembered something, and her face drained of color. "Wang Dong seemed to be outside when we came out! If she can't get in for the next half year, will something happen to her?"

Qian Chaoguang waved a hand, signaling Huo Yutong to relax. "It's fine. I gave her the Sealed Box, and I informed Mu En and Bo Wen to keep an eye on her. With the Golden Ancient Tree and the Sealed Box concealing her, even if Tang San possessed heaven-reaching abilities, he still wouldn't be able to find Wang Dong."

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