Tang Hao: What? No One Worships Greatness Anymore?

Tang Hao's despairing eyes stared blankly upward, hollow and numb.

After the Mainframe rebooted and began reclaiming its authority, he had long since given up struggling. He had also abandoned any attempt to seize the position of Plane Master.

He passively accepted everything the Mainframe did.

He had no choice but to give up.

The rebooted Central Mainframe would not give him the slightest opportunity.

Tang Hao's strength remained formidable.

But compared to when he had been the Plane Master, it was far weaker.

All of a sudden, the entire space seemed to pause.

The next second, the milky-white tubes connected to Tang Hao detached one after another, retracting into some unknown place in a manner he could not comprehend.

The sphere that had completely turned gray suddenly shattered at that moment, dissolving into nothingness.

Bang!

Tang Hao, who had barely moved his body in ten thousand years, smashed heavily into the ground with a muffled thud.

Feeling a faint ache at the back of his head, a trace of change finally appeared in Tang Hao's hollow eyes.

The memories that had been forcibly implanted into him were extracted, and the unsolvable mental suggestions faded away. This former Clear Sky Douluo was gradually recovering the clarity he had possessed as a human.

He moved his body slightly and slowly sat up.

"It seems some of my strength... is still left." Tang Hao clenched his fist and muttered.

"Mm."

He let out a muffled groan and tried to stand.

The joints throughout his body crackled. Muscles that had been stiff for countless years were recovering at an astonishing speed.

"This level of strength..." Tang Hao muttered to himself again.

In his current state, he was probably only around level 110.

Without the Douluo Plane's enhancement, Tang Hao could no longer be