Another half day passed quietly. Gu Yuena, having broken through to rank fifty, was held securely in Xiao Yi's arms as he soared out from the bottom of the lake.
Xiao Yi gently set the Silver Dragon King down from his arms, then turned to look at the two figures on the shore.
Tang Ya was leafing through an ancient tome, her brows deeply furrowed, her face filled with confusion and incomprehension. She remained fairly calm, but she simply could not make sense of it all.
Tang Wutong stood quietly beside her, looking utterly at a loss. Only now did she learn that her bastard father had not left behind the complete Tang Sect inheritance, and that this was the root cause of the Tang Sect's gradual decline.
The Tang Sect of ten thousand years ago had possessed countless peerless hidden weapons capable of severely wounding high-ranking soul masters. Yet after Tang San ascended to the God Realm, all of those top-tier hidden weapons had been lost.
Had those inheritances been preserved intact, then even with Soul Tools rising rapidly and reshaping the world of soul masters, the Tang Sect would never have fallen to such a miserable state. At the very least, it would not have been wiped out.
After all, the greatest feature of Tang Sect hidden weapons was that they required no Soul Power. That alone was enough to secure them a place in the soul master world. As for the Iron-Blood Sect currently occupying the Tang Sect's grounds, its strongest member was merely a Soul Emperor—nothing to fear.
The moment Xiao Yi broke through the water's surface, Tang Ya was the first to react. She hurried forward and threw herself into his arms. Though she had long prepared herself mentally, seeing proof of everything Xiao Yi