Tang Wulin Uploads Memory Footage: Eternal Night, Corpses, Qian Yuhan Enters the Life Forbidden Zone Alone

Spirit Sea.

Old Tang was already waiting there.

But this time, his expression was terrifyingly grim.

Tang Wulin had originally wanted to ask about the Prehistoric Era.

But the next second, he froze as well.

The golden dragon in the distance had originally been so enormous that it nearly covered the entire Spirit Sea.

Its body radiated violent golden light, and its pressure felt tangible.

Yet now, it had shrunk.

It was not a metaphor. It had genuinely shrunk.

Its body was countless times smaller than before.

Its scales were dim, as though all their light had been drained away.

The savage aura that had once been able to churn the entire sea with a single glance had withered too.

It lay there without moving.

For some reason, it looked like a hollowed-out dried fish.

Tang Wulin fell silent for two seconds.

"Did it... lose weight?"

Old Tang: "..."

Old Tang had already been on the verge of exploding from anger.

Hearing that, he nearly lost it.

"You still have the mood to joke around? Do you know what exactly you did this time?!"

Tang Wulin was stunned by the scolding.

Old Tang took a deep breath.

Then he drilled the severity of the matter directly into Tang Wulin's head.

When Tang Wulin's consciousness had been forcibly dragged into the Prehistoric Era, the Golden Dragon King inside his body had sensed the bloodline origin on the other end as well.

That had not been an ordinary bloodline resonance.

It had been a true pull between origins of the same source—between two halves of the Dragon God's origin.

The Golden Dragon King had destruction, power, and ruin as its core.

Even though its consciousness had long been sealed and suppressed, its origin still instinctively sought completeness.

When the passage spanning reality