"If not for the Fortune Power I gathered over ten thousand years, Tang San, with that monkey-faced look of yours, what gave you the right to sit in the positions of Sea God and Asura God? You were nothing more than a stowaway!" The Plane Spirit bitterly accused Tang San. "Relying on my Fortune Power, you rode the wind to success and became a Dual-God Unity of Sea God and Asura God. Yet not only did you fail to show gratitude, you even coveted the Plane Authority of the Douluo Plane. You had your father enter the plane's space and used your Divine Sense to suppress me, slowly possessing me bit by bit over ten thousand years."
"Not only that, the ocean was part of Douluo Star. After becoming a god, you directly separated the sea from the planet and made it your exclusive territory, further depriving the plane of its resources."
"Someone like you, whose desires know no bounds and whose greed is insatiable, is nothing but an ungrateful cur. And that ungrateful cur of a father of yours wants to become the Plane Lord too? Is he worthy?"
"I..." Tang San's face reddened as fury churned within him, yet he could not find a single excuse to refute her.
"Sea God, when we become gods, we cannot forget where we came from. Although it was the Asura God who guided you in stowing away into the plane and used the Fortune Power accumulated over ten thousand years on you, that Fortune Power was indeed nurtured by the Plane Spirit. To put it bluntly, you were a child raised on the Plane Spirit's milk—Fortune Power. You could say that you only reached this point because the Plane Spirit lifted you up. And how did you repay it? You had