"Did you find them all?"
The instant that voice rang out in his mind, Tang Wulin's heart, stretched taut to its limit, suddenly relaxed a little.
It was like groping through the darkness for ages and finally hearing someone answer.
The next moment, he felt slightly dizzy, and the forging Workshop before him rapidly receded. When he could make out his surroundings again, he was standing once more in that pitch-black space.
The pale golden silhouette still stood quietly before him.
This time, however, Tang Wulin felt completely different from before.
Last time, it had seemed like a dream.
But this time, he had been sitting wide awake in the Workshop, yet he had still been brought here.
That meant everything before him was far more than a simple dream.
"Yes, I found them all." Tang Wulin gazed at the golden silhouette. Still a little nervous, he mustered his courage and asked, "What should I call you?"
The light surrounding the golden silhouette seemed to pause briefly.
Only after a moment did he slowly reply, "Just call me Old Tang."
"Old Tang?"
Tang Wulin repeated the name instinctively.
For some reason, the moment he said it, a very strange feeling arose in his heart.
Was his surname Tang too?
Just like mine?
"It's only a name," Old Tang said, his voice as calm as ever. "Now, time waits for no one. I've already sensed the presence of those three spiritual treasures. Finding all of them in such a short time must have been difficult for you."
At this point, his tone grew a little graver.
"Are you ready to break through the First Seal?"
Tang Wulin froze for a moment.
"What else do I need to prepare?"
Old Tang said, "Endurance, strength, courage, and perseverance."
For a moment, Tang Wulin