"Father!"

Tang Wulin wanted to yell out, but he was unable to do anything in his current state. Tang San turned to him with the benevolent and compassionate smile of a father, then gently waved his golden trident through the air in a beautiful arc as if it were as light as a feather.

Golden halos proliferated outward one after another, layer upon layer, and as soon as they appeared, everything in the surrounding area became silent. The lightning subsided, and the sea also became peaceful again.

The golden halos easily encompassed all of the surrounding purplish-golden lightning, and it was as if they contained a small world within them.

The surrounding space began to fluctuate violently as if it were struggling for its life, but during its struggles, it naturally...