His consciousness once again arrived in the divine realm.
"Tang Jing, you've returned." Tang Xian looked calm, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
He would always hint to himself that the divine realm was fake, but this self-suggestion would quickly disappear after stepping into the divine realm.
Constantine would reproach himself for not having a firm enough will every time he woke from the divine realm.
How could he wake from the divine realm?
Why was Tang Xian able to do it, yet he couldn't?
Am I truly... inferior to him?
What Constantine actually didn't realize was that, in some aspects, he had already surpassed Tang Xian.
If it weren't for the Siren giving Tang Xian the ability to resist mental illusions in his dreams, if it weren't for Tang Xian having a little girl in real life who loved him more than the whole world—
How easy would it then be to break free from the divine realm?
Constantine didn't know any of this.