Dawn had yet to break,
Inside the Scripture Repository, faced with a vast sea of archives, Wang Dong'er despaired.
She slumped atop the mountain of piled-up archives. Before her stood endless, neatly arranged stacks of documents.
And this was only the main repository. There were still three branch repositories...
She couldn't finish reading them... She simply couldn't finish them...
Yesterday, Da Ming and Er Ming had kept comforting her, urging her to stop searching because she would never find it...
She didn't believe them.
She had to find it.
She didn't believe Tang San was any good, nor did she believe the Clear Sky Sect could possibly lack related records.
But... there really were none...
Everything she could find was about things like, "Sea God Tang San's Childhood and Village Chief Jack," "The Intimate Friendship Between the Seven Monsters," and "Our Ancestor Saved the Douluo Continent"...
They were all songs of praise. The overflowing flattery between the lines made her sick...
Er Ming flew over from the left and waved his hand, conjuring a pile of archives more than twenty meters high out of thin air. It was an astonishing sight.
She couldn't even see the top when she looked up.
Er Ming suppressed the anxiety in his heart. No matter what, he couldn't let Wang Dong'er grow suspicious.
"Little Dong'er, this is the Clear Sky Sect. Sea God Tang San is our ancestor, the ancestor most revered by later generations. You might not be able to find what you want to see..."
"Your Big Dad and I don't know much about him either."
At the mention of Big Dad, Wang Dong'er suddenly asked,
"Has Big Dad still not been found?"
Er Ming comforted her.
"That's right. A god's split soul is no trivial matter. Your Big Dad is still