At those words, Tang San looked at the Sky Screen, an indescribable chill rising in his heart.
For more than ten years, he had climbed to the mountaintop every morning at dawn, facing the rising sun in the east and absorbing that wisp of purple qi to cultivate the Purple Demon Eye from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.
He had always believed it was the most fundamental and purest gift of nature between heaven and earth.
But now, an absurd thought began to grow wildly in his mind.
What if the sun of Douluo Continent, like the Great Ruins, was an artifact created by someone else?
What if this sky was merely a curtain draped over their heads?
Then what exactly was that wisp of purple qi he had inhaled every morning all these years?
Was it the scent of sweat evaporated from some ship-pulling giant? Or exhaust leaking from the chimney of that dilapidated ship after years of disrepair?
At that thought, Tang San felt his stomach churn violently.
He suddenly bent over, clutching his chest as he retched hard.
"We're like a nest of ants trapped inside a glass box."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, who was retching in agony, his gaze completely unfocused.
"The ants study the dirt inside the box, believing it to be the truth of the entire universe."
"Yet they have no idea that in the world outside, even the sky and sun are things handcrafted by others."
"Ridiculous. It's truly too ridiculous..."
High above the nine heavens, in the Douluo God Realm.
Temple of Light.
The Angel God sat upon a divine throne formed from pure light.
All color had drained from her exquisite face.
As the chief god who governed the powers of light and the sun, she could clearly