Revenge Against Tang San

Ten thousand fathoms beneath the sea lay an abyss of darkness and death.

There was no light, no day, and the water pressure was enough to crush a Titled Douluo with ease.

The black seawater swallowed every sound and all but extinguished life itself.

Yet in this deep-sea graveyard, where no creature of the continent could ever set foot, a terrifying being had lain dormant for ten thousand years.

She had no fixed human form, no distinct outline.

A shadow so dark it devoured light itself lay motionless in the deepest part of the trench.

She had drawn her presence into absolute nothingness. Neither the surrounding water, the deep-sea Soul Beasts, nor the Soul Power of heaven and earth could detect a trace of her.

A message had reached her from the Evil Demon Forest.

Every word sank into her soul.

The Twelve Apostles were dead, the Bone Dragon King had self-destructed, and the Holy Spirit Cult's main force had collapsed.

Ye Xishui had exhausted her last resorts and was grievously wounded, nearly crippled.

Long Xiaoyao's life force had fractured, and he lay unconscious at death's door.

The landbound power they had built over centuries had almost fallen in a single day.

The dark shadow trembled faintly. A wave of resentment, slight, cold, and piercing to the bone, swept silently through the Deep Sea Abyss.

She did not care whether the Holy Spirit Cult survived.

She never had.

The world knew her only as the Holy Spirit Cult's reclusive First Elder: a figurehead who watched from the sidelines and kept her distance from the cult.

No one knew that this shadow was the Deep Sea Demon Empress, who had barely escaped with her life ten thousand years ago.

Back then, during the eighth trial of Tang San's Sea God inheritance,