At that moment, the Divine Realm was still drifting inside the black hole after being swept into the space-time turbulence. It had yet to find the right direction home.
Within the Divine Realm, Tang San inexplicably felt a trace of apprehension.
This surprised him somewhat. Even now, no god in the Divine Realm had ever truly made him feel that way.
Even here, where not only his own Divine Realm but other Divine Realms and gods had been swept in as well, Tang San had never truly experienced this feeling.
Trapped inside the black hole, they had yet to find a way out.
But he was now waiting for the mark he had left on Tang Wulin to activate, completing the final step of the ten-thousand-year plan. When that happened, Tang Hao would absorb the power of the Abyss Plane.
According to Tang San's calculations, it should already have activated, and he should have established contact with Douluo Star.
Yet there was no response at all, which left Tang San somewhat uneasy.
Just then, Xiao Wu came to Tang San's side and asked, "Third Brother, what's wrong?"
A trace of exhaustion showed on her face. Given Xiao Wu's strength, the negative effects of housing the Asura Sword Sheath were not something she could endure for long.
Hearing her, Tang San looked at Xiao Wu and said with a smile, "Nothing."
He could see the problem in her complexion, and there was still time for him to put a stop to it now.
Yet Tang San hesitated over whether to do so.
It was like the fading impulsiveness of youth: love for the person before him remained, yet he could hardly avoid weighing things against his own interests.
Xiao Wu did not notice the deliberation in Tang San's eyes. Her thoughts