Chapter 152: Tang God King's Ten-Thousand-Year Plan, the Abyssal Plane!
Jiang Chen knew of this matter as well. After all, when he had served as the Huo family patriarch's soul spirit, he too had taken part in that battle.
He had never expected the Abyssal Plane to appear so suddenly.
The Divine Realm had barely vanished when the Abyssal Plane descended.
They truly weren't afraid of the Divine Realm suddenly returning to annihilate them, huh?
No—wait.
The Abyssal Plane was the most critical piece in Tang God King's ten-thousand-year plan. Even if the Divine Realm hadn't vanished, it was uncertain whether Tang God King still would have proceeded with such a scheme.
In the original story, the Snow Empress, Ice Empress, and the White Bear King had ascended to the Divine Realm alongside Huo Yuhao.
The Extreme North was left with only the Titan Snow Demon King—who, though carrying the Ice God's bloodline, possessed merely two hundred thousand years of cultivation, not even ranking among the Ten Great Fierce Beasts.
The Holy Spirit Cult directly opened a passage to the Abyssal Plane from the Extreme North.
Could the Titan Snow Demon King alone defend that place against both the Abyss and the Cult?
If it wasn't hunted down and turned into a soul ring for an Evil Soul Master, it would already be considered lucky.
The Abyssal Plane contained a total of one hundred and eight layers, each ruled by an Emperor powerful enough to rival a Titled Douluo.
Among them, the middle thirty-six possessed Super Douluo-level strength.
The final thirty-six—especially the last ten—had powers equivalent to Limit Douluo and even pseudo-divine beings.
At the top stood the Abyssal Holy Monarch, ruler of the entire Abyss. His power was beyond imagination.
From the countless battles fought against the Abyss over the millennia, one thing was clear—
The Abyssal Holy Monarch was without a doubt a god-level being.
The nine Emperors surrounding him all possessed pseudo-divine strength, causing endless chaos for the Douluo Continent.
Now, humans had battle armor and mechas, and with the limitations imposed by the Douluo world itself, the Abyssal Plane was temporarily at a disadvantage.
Yet, the mere existence of a god in the Abyss remained a constant nightmare for the Federation.
Why not simply fire three twelfth-level fixed-mounted soul-guided cannons into the Abyss?
Because the Abyss's nature was to devour all forms of energy. Unless they completely annihilated the plane in one blow, any attack would only strengthen it.
Unless it was destroyed before the energy could be absorbed, missile bombardment was out of the question.
After thousands of years of war, the Abyssal Plane only grew stronger. If things continued this way, one day, when Douluo's strength waned and talent declined, the Abyss would consume the world in a single swallow.
And as for why the Federation destroyed Shrek Academy—
That "Shrek Monitoring Bureau" they founded wielded independent enforcement authority supposedly aimed at purging Evil Soul Masters.
But where were the results?
Many soul masters awakening "evil" attributes who never wanted to fall became Evil Soul Masters because of them.
Their so-called independence only served as an excuse for Shrek to steal top-secret experimental data and federal research without facing punishment.
A parasite on the Federation.
Even the Spirit Transferring Tower's methods were better.
Its most successful outcome was the current headmaster of Douluo University—Blood Demon Douluo, Talon!
By devouring soul spirits, he reached the pseudo-divine Limit Douluo level.
The Snow Empress took a deep breath.
"The day I ascend to godhood will be the day I annihilate the entire Abyssal Plane!"
Gu Yue blinked.
She had heard of it but had been in deep slumber then. Di Tian had never awakened her, so her understanding of the Abyssal Plane was shallow.
"If I have the chance, I can take care of it along the way," she said.
"No! You better not!" Jiang Chen quickly responded.
The Abyssal Holy Monarch possessed the power of a first-level god—and, most importantly, wielded a super divine weapon. He had devoured countless planets and fought innumerable battles, experienced beyond comprehension.
The Silver Dragon King, on the other hand, inherited only the Dragon God's "wisdom." She had been in slumber all this time and had barely fought once since her birth.
When the Dragon God split in two, the Golden Dragon King fought to the death while the Silver Dragon King… fled.
Without complete recovery, even a god-king-tier strength wouldn't be enough.
If she tried to face that being now, things could go terribly wrong.
Gu Yue's expression darkened.
"What? You don't believe in me?"
"N-no, of course not!" Jiang Chen waved his hands frantically.
"I just want you to think it over first. The opponent wields a super divine weapon, after all."
Still, it was absurd.
Super divine weapons were standard for god-kings; the Sea God had already exceeded expectations by forging one, becoming the foremost of first-level gods.
But the Abyssal Holy Monarch also owned one—and the Crimson Mother, not even a god-king, possessed two!
Outrageous. Did they eat their way up the divine hierarchy?
Gu Yue frowned more deeply.
"Super divine weapons are a nuisance… But when will you return the Silver Dragon Spear to me?"
In her hands, no weapon—super divine or not—felt more natural than the Silver Dragon Spear. It could unleash powers far beyond others of its level.
After all, it came from the Dragon God.
And besides, the dragon race wasn't lacking in super divine artifacts.
Once she reclaimed the Dragon God's Heart, within the Dragon Graveyard still lay the Ascending Dragon Pillar.
Once she achieved Dragon Godhood, what would an Abyssal Monarch or God King amount to? Mere crumbs!
"Alright, alright, you're the strongest!" Jiang Chen flattered her with a smile.
But returning the Silver Dragon Spear? That could wait.
The Snow Empress needed it to absorb the Ice Dragon King's power. And he himself needed it too.
One day, when he held both the Golden Dragon Spear and the Silver Dragon Spear, he would pierce the Abyssal Plane itself, absorbing its essence to feed his pocket divine realm.
They would see who devoured whom!
For now, though, that plan should remain secret from Gu Yue.
"Fine," she said. "When you need me, just call—I'll come myself!"
After all, this was her home world. Since she was born and raised on Douluo, how could she tolerate outsiders tearing it apart?
The three flew while chatting until they reached a vast crimson plain—the earth dyed red as if the world itself had turned to blood.
Then something shifted within that still landscape.
"Listen up, Evil Soul Masters below—you're surrounded!"
"Surrender immediately!"
…?
The Evil Soul Masters stiffened as the thunderous voice echoed across the sky.
What? The Federation found us? Are we finished?
They turned their heads—only to see three children, no older than twelve or thirteen.
…?
Kids?
They looked young, though their aura showed they were Soul Sects—geniuses, sure, but unripe ones.
Geniuses who never grew up were useless.
Laughter erupted among the crowd.
"Haha! I thought it was something serious—it's just a bunch of brats!"
"What's this? You've watched too many hero shows?"
"Jie jie jie~ Those two little girls look pretty. I don't mind—"
Before he could finish, a golden dragon's light flashed across the heavens.
The Dragon-Slaying Blade—unsheathed!
(END CHAPTER)
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