Within Tang Wulin's Sea of Consciousness.
In a space so well hidden that even he himself had never sensed its existence.
A golden figure with an indistinct face stood in midair, a faint yet remarkably solid trace of divinity lingering around him. This was the strand of Divine Sense Sea God Tang San had left inside Tang Wulin. A brilliant golden Sea God Trident floated quietly beside his hand.
Tang San looked thoughtful.
According to his original expectations, this strand of Divine Sense would only awaken as planned when the Golden Dragon King Bloodline inside Tang Wulin began to stir. Yet it had awakened ahead of schedule.
His parents had awakened him. In the course of refining the Plane Spirit and contending with it, they were essentially unable to muster any power to affect the outside world. To the physical world, they were like wandering ghosts, and even their own consciousness sometimes faded and sometimes cleared. Still, they could do things such as appear in dreams.
The reason his parents had contacted him with such urgency was that his grand plan, ten thousand years in the making, had encountered an obstacle!
"The Netherworld."
Tang San knew very little about this plane.
Even the ancient texts left behind in the Divine Realm contained little information about it. Apparently, the Dragon God War had caused the loss of the vast majority of the Divine Realm's records. All he knew was that the Netherworld had no master, yet it fiercely rejected and eroded all living beings, gods included. With no corresponding administrator, the cycle of life, death, and reincarnation was maintained solely by the instinctive workings of the laws of the universe.
"That damned Plane Spirit."
Tang San cursed, his expression gradually twisting into a hideous grimace.
That accursed Plane Spirit had actually