Tang San struggled to turn his stiff neck.
He wanted to use the God Realm Gate, where it absorbed the ambient essence leaking from the God Realm.
Though this was the edge of White Jade Plaza, it was still a central hub of the God Realm.
Qian Yu had rebuilt the Divine Emperor Palace, and the Coiled Dragon Jade Pillars pierced the heavens. The spatial barrier was indeed incomparably solid.
But after the formation in the God Realm Committee's main hall had been breached yesterday, the formation core at the gate had yet to be fully repaired.
The pillar he was chained to stood very close to a gap in the formation.
Whenever the grand formation within the Divine Emperor Palace operated, an extremely faint trace of essence would seep out through that gap.
Qian Yu could not even be bothered to spare a glance at such a tiny amount of essence.
Yet to Tang San in his current state, it was a supreme treasure that could grant him a new life.
A cold gust swept past, carrying a faint trace of essence that struck Tang San's cheek.
Tang San's cracked lips twitched slightly.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Never mock a poor young man!"
Tang San viciously recited those words in his heart.
He frantically fed himself poisonous motivational nonsense.
He recalled his days in the Bashu Tang Sect in his previous life.
Back then, he had merely been an overlooked outer disciple.
Every day, he rose before dawn and worked until dark, sweeping courtyards and cleaning hidden weapons.
He watched the inner disciples swagger about, unwilling to even let him glimpse the inner sect's secret arts.
But he had never blamed heaven or resented others.
He would only light an oil lamp in the