Similarly, Tang Wulin did not sleep well that night.
Tang Wulin had just returned from his training outside. After all, his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was most effective when trained among natural plants.
When he returned, Xie Xie was already snoring in bed, muttering something about braised pork. He quietly climbed into bed, lay down, but couldn't fall asleep.
The empty feeling in my chest is still there.
He reached up and pressed his hand to his chest. Although nothing was missing there, it felt as if a piece of him had been ripped out, leaving a tight, uneasy feeling.
He turned over, closed his eyes, and forced himself not to think about it.
I don't know how much time passed, but my consciousness began to fade.
Then, he suddenly plummeted.
It felt like he had stepped into thin air, or like he had been suddenly pushed into a deep pool of water. His consciousness plummeted uncontrollably, sinking deeper and deeper, and the light around him grew dimmer and dimmer.
Tang Wulin suddenly opened his eyes.
Before him lay a world he had never seen before.
Between heaven and earth, a vast expanse of Blue Silver Grass stretched out.
The endless expanse of Blue Silver Grass filled the entire field of vision, swaying gently in the breeze. The grass blades were adorned with faint golden veins, shimmering with tiny lights in the dim light of the day.
Tang Wulin stood there blankly on the grass, looking down at his hands.
Very realistic.
He pinched himself.
It doesn't hurt.
'Where is this?'
'Wasn't I sleeping in my dorm?'
He looked up and around, and suddenly noticed a figure standing quietly not far away.
It was a man.
He had long blue hair that reached his waist, a tall and straight posture, and a gentle face. He looked to be no more than twenty years old, but his eyes seemed to have seen countless years, carrying an indescribable depth and vicissitude.
He was dressed in a simple blue outfit, holding a blue and gold trident in his hand, and just quietly looked at Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin felt a chill run down his spine from that gaze and instinctively took a step back. "You, who are you?"
Tang Wulin.
Tang San spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable composure.
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
"Wait for me?"
Tang Wulin was even more bewildered.
"Do you know me? Who are you? And where is this place?"
"This is your Sea of Consciousness."
"This is your first time here, so you don't know the way. You'll get used to it gradually."
" The Sea of Consciousness "?
Tang Wulin was taken aback.
"How could I be in my own Sea of Consciousness?"
The man in blue chuckled softly. "I am a spiritual remnant left behind by a top-tier expert, here to help you overcome this difficult time."
You can call me Old Tang.
Tang San smiled faintly, appearing like a wise and sage who had attained enlightenment in seclusion.
Tang Wulin was completely bewildered. " Golden Dragon King Bloodline? What's that? I've never even heard of it."
Tang San had just woken up, and as soon as he did, he couldn't wait to summon Tang Wulin over.
After all, he was his eldest son, the last contingency plan he had left in the Douluo Continent, and the best way to help him obtain the power of faith.
As long as his eldest son devours the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.
If we help him stabilize the Douluo Continent, his strong rear base, he can return to the Douluo Continent by following Tang Wulin's bloodline marker, and he can also use the Abyss incident to plunder a wave of faith power.
It's practically a guaranteed profit.
Thinking of this Tang San's smile widened. Then, looking at Tang Wulin, who was still puzzled, he suppressed his smile and spoke with a serious expression.
"This is the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within you, and also your greatest crisis in the future."
Tang Wulin was a little confused because the direction that Tang San, who was called Old Tang, was pointing to was completely unknown. Tang Wulin even rubbed his eyes seriously, as if he wanted to reorganize the interface.
Unfortunately, this isn't a game, so there's no such thing as network lag. There's really nothing there.
Tang Wulin's lips twitched; he even began to wonder if he was dreaming.
Tang Wulin closed his eyes.
"Mommy, Mommy, soothe me, wake up from my dream."
Tang Wulin murmured, "Unfortunately, it's no use."
When he opened his eyes again, Old Tang was still standing there.
Tang San's lips twitched, seemingly not understanding Tang Wulin's behavior. But when he looked in the direction Tang Wulin was pointing, he was stunned.
Where is the Golden Dragon King Bloodline? Where is my immense Golden Dragon King Bloodline?
Tang San stared at Tang Wulin in a daze, remaining silent for a moment.
"You do not know?"
"I don't know."
"What Golden Dragon King? What seal? I've never heard of them."
Tang San didn't speak immediately, but simply raised his hand and gently beckoned.
Tang Wulin felt a gentle force brushing over him, as if he were being scanned by something.
Tang San withdrew his hand, his brows furrowing even more deeply.
He knew better than anyone that he had personally set up those eighteen seals.
Each one is imprinted with the Sea God's Light, and a single movement affects the whole.
To remove them all without damaging Tang Wulin's foundation—this is a feat that even he, in his prime, wouldn't have dared to accomplish with ease.
But now, it's just gone. Completely gone, without even a trace.
"Strangeness."
"It's really gone. Not even a trace was left."
"Which bastard dares to touch my Great Buddha Tang's things? By the time I find you, you'll be dead!"
What's missing?
Tang Wulin pressed for more information.
"You'd better explain yourself clearly."
Tang San didn't answer him, but just looked at him thoughtfully.
After a long while, he slowly spoke, " Tang Wulin, have you encountered anyone lately?"
Who is it?
"My master... my master has been teaching me cultivation every day lately."
"Master?"
Tang San frowned. Speaking of his master, it brought back some unpleasant memories for Tang San.
His farts were like thunder...
"Yes."
Tang Wulin's eyes lit up when his master was mentioned.
"My master is amazing! He gave me a piece of the Thousand-Year Blue Silver King Torso Bone and even helped me raise my First Soul Ring to a hundred years. In the past few days, I've gone from level 13 to level 17!"
Tang San watched his excited expression, but his gaze gradually darkened.
"What's your master's name?"
" Qing Linyun!"
Tang Wulin blurted out, then added with a touch of pride, "He's a genius from Shrek, and the most outstanding teacher in our academy!"
Tang San remained silent.
He gazed at the distant patch of Blue Silver Grass, his eyes deep and unfocused, lost in thought.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
After a long while, Tang San spoke softly, as if talking to himself, or as if speaking to Tang Wulin.
" Thousand-Year Blue Silver King Torso Bone, Hundred-Year Soul Ring, breaking through four levels in succession."
"What a grand gesture!"
Tang Wulin didn't understand the deeper meaning in his words, and scratched his head. "Master is so good to me. He said he'll teach me to become a strong person and make me the king of the Douluo Continent in the future!"