Old Qian Family's Ancestral Skill, Hope of Going Home, Six Thousand Words

If the Visualization Diagram had also taken certain scenes from God Realm Legend and Tang Sect Self-Enjoyment Biography, then shown Dai Yuhao's later life, the contrast would have been even more obvious.

Right up until Tang Fozu committed suicide, he had to keep wearing those so-called "single-person defensive measures."

What kind of life was that? It was already hard to describe with human language and vocabulary.

For Tang Fozu, it required a word even more aggressive than "beast" to describe and define him.

Qian Chaoguang silently held Huo Yutong a little tighter. "From now on, you don't have to be that tense. You can relax a little. Sea God Douluo is dead. Da Ming and Er Ming can't leave Clear Sky Sect for too long. Tang San can't descend to the Lower Realm without reason. The power we currently control is already enough to sweep across the entire continent."

"The only thing I'm worried about now is whether, after both Teacher and I lost contact with the demi-plane at the same time, there might be any problems with the Pixiu Merchant Guild left on Douluo Continent. As for inside the demi-plane, that doesn't really matter. Our whole foundation is in there, so nothing can go wrong."

Hearing him say this, Huo Yutong suddenly remembered something, and her face instantly paled. "Before we came out, Wang Dong seemed to be outside! If she hasn't been able to get in for more than half a year, nothing will happen to her, right?"

Qian Chaoguang waved his hand, signaling for Huo Yutong to relax. "It's fine. I gave her the Seal Box, and I also notified Mu En and Bo Wen to help keep watch. With the Golden Ancient Tree and the Seal Box as cover, even if Tang San had heaven-reaching abilities,