"The waters of the Douluo Continent really do run deep!"
Yang Ming leaned back against his chair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly as his chest heaved. He looked as though he had just been hauled out of the sea, his clothes drenched in sweat. Clearly, his attempt to investigate the true master behind the Abyssal Plane had frightened him.
"Of all the powerful beings under heaven, the Dragon God is the only one who has ever filled me with such overwhelming terror. That being's strength is definitely no lower than the Dragon God's. Who is he? Why does he hide behind the scenes? What does he want with the Abyssal Plane?"
Question after question surfaced in Yang Ming's mind, shrouding the entire affair in bewildering mystery.
As the saying went, only by standing higher could one see farther.
When Yang Ming had been weak, he had thought Spirit Hall was the strongest force on the Douluo Continent. Only after he founded the Sky-Blasting Gang and led its gradual rise, replacing Spirit Hall's former position, did he discover that Douluo Star was a world controlled by the Divine Realm, and that the Divine Realm was the strongest force.
But now that Yang Ming had entered the demigod realm, and his Six Paths Puppet, the Black Dragon Di Tian, had achieved fleshly godhood through the Dragon God's Bloodline, their combined strength was no less than that of a Newly Promoted God. Only then did Yang Ming seem to discover that even the Divine Realm was not the strongest force. Unknown powerhouses still lurked in unseen corners.
Yang Ming drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, resting the back of his head against the chair as he calmed his turbulent emotions.
When he opened his eyes again, the panic had faded,