The Abyss Was the Embodiment of the Will's Corruption? Tang San: Was Ten Thousand Years of Planning to Fight It Only the Tip of the Iceberg?

Tang Ya leaned against him, her petite body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"Is... is this real, Bei Bei?"

Xiao Xiao's voice was tinged with an uncontrollable sob; the pride that her Twin Martial Souls had given her shattered completely at this moment.

No one could answer her.

Because everyone is overwhelmed by the same problem.

The Star Luo Empire Palace.

On Xue Ye slumped on his throne, a symbol of supreme power, his eyes vacant, as if all his energy had been drained away.

He devoted his life to governing the country and managed the Heaven Dou Empire in an orderly manner, considering himself a wise and benevolent ruler.

But now, he discovers that his proud empire, and even the entire continent, is nothing more than an insignificant piece on a chessboard in the eyes of the truly "big shots."

It can be discarded at any time.

Dai Hao, the White Tiger Duke and the Iron-blooded Marshal of the Star Luo Empire, also had a grim face and clenched fists.

He had spent his life on the battlefield, confident that he could control the life and death of a million-strong army, and confident that his White Tiger Guards were enough to crush any enemy.

But what use are his army and his Soul Tool in the face of this battle of wills?

It's nothing more than dust on Chess Piece...

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong and Oscar, who have long since become gods and are eternally youthful, are standing with their father Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Bone Douluo.

"Dad..."

Ning Rongrong's voice trembled slightly, and she subconsciously grabbed Oscar's hand, seeking some comfort.

Ning Fengzhi, once the world's number one Support System Soul Master, was now completely bewildered, his former wisdom and composure gone.

He devoted his entire life to developing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to an unprecedented peak, but this foundation he was so proud of proved to be incredibly fragile in the face of this cruel cosmic chess game.

The Divine Realm.

Tang San slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the light of the Purple Demon Eye flashed and disappeared, and his eyes barely regained a trace of clarity.

But the deepest turmoil in those eyes could not be calmed no matter what.

He understood the weight of the word "Chess Piece" better than anyone else present.

Because he, too, was once a player of the game.

In the Douluo Continent, he proceeded step by step, meticulously planning and ultimately overthrowing the once invincible Spirit Hall.

In the Divine Realm, he formed alliances and engaged in strategic maneuvering with other God King, maintaining the fragile balance of the Divine Realm.

He was used to being in control of everything, used to holding his destiny in his own hands.

But now, the Light Screen is telling him that he is the one being controlled.

He, his Divine Realm, his family, his friends—they were all playthings on someone else's chessboard.

The only possible outcomes are being devoured, or... surviving by sheer luck.

"How pathetic, how laughable."

For the first time, a profound and intense sense of powerlessness welled up in the heart of Sea God Tang San.

He subconsciously glanced at Chang Gongwei, Lei Xiang, A'Dai (Mandun), Hai Long, Tian Hen, Ye Yinzhu, Zi...

These companions, who come from different worlds and are ultimately brought together by fate, are all former protagonists of their own worlds, once-proud individuals who stirred up storms and changed the world.

At this moment, their faces also bore the same shock and confusion as his.

Chang Gongwei, the former God King of Light, murmured bitterly, "So, the peak we spend our entire lives climbing is nothing more than a valley beneath someone else's feet..."

The sacred dragon "Zi" in Ye Yinzhu's arms also put away its usual laziness and arrogance, its amethyst-like eyes filled with unprecedented solemnity.

"Yinzhu, this ' Pitch-black Will '... I feel it... a fear that originates from the deepest part of my bloodline, a fear that makes even my soul tremble."

A will that even the supreme Dragon Clan feels instinctive fear in?

"Damn it..."

Mad God Lei Xiang couldn't help but swear, his facial muscles twitching.

Zhou Weiqing, the former owner of the Peerless Pearl and the monarch of the Heavenly Bow Empire, also put away all his playful smiles at this moment.

He glanced at Tian'er beside him, his voice hushed. "This is a huge problem, ten thousand times worse than when we encountered the God of Destruction."

The silence in Light Screen was finally shattered by a series of suppressed exclamations and discussions.

"Devour... survive... doesn't this mean that our life and death, our fate, are completely out of our own hands?!"

"How is that possible! We have Lord Tang San, the God King! We have all the God King here!"

"But the Light Screen says that even the 'universe' where Teyvat resides is just Chess Piece! Is our universe any more special than it?"

"Teyvat... what kind of place is that?"

"The key point is those two 'wills'! What exactly are they?! Are they living beings? Or some kind of Laws?"

panic.

An unprecedented panic, enough to overwhelm even the Deity, spread among the people like a plague.

The Order they relied on and the power they believed in seemed to crumble and become utterly vulnerable at this moment.

On Douluo Star.

Gu Yuena stood beside Tang Wulin, her silver hair fluttering slightly in the frozen air.

Her eyes held no trace of human fear, only profound solemnity.

As the Silver Dragon King, a demigod of the Dragon God, her perception of the origin of the universe is far more acute than that of humans.

She could vaguely sense that the words on the Light Screen were not false.

In the Eternity, cold background of the universe, there seems to be some grand and cold whisper, like the breath of a sleeping Great Beasts.

Tang Wulin gripped her hand tightly; his palm was warm and strong.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

His voice remained as firm as ever, as if it could soothe any unease.

But Gu Yuena could clearly feel that he was gripping her hand more tightly than ever before, and his knuckles were even turning white.

He was afraid.

Not for himself, but for the world, for her, and for their son who is far away in the Divine Realm.

Just then, the text on the Light Screen began to change, swirling with golden light and recombinating.

Everyone held their breath once again.

They were eager to know more.

I want to know what exactly happened in this war that concerns the life and death of everyone.

However, what emerged was not a further explanation of the two wills.

Instead, it was a line of text that made Tang San, all the God King, Tang Wulin, and Gu Yuena feel their hearts stop.

The erosion by the "Pitch-black Will" is not without trace.

[In some universes, it transforms into an "Abyss"...]

Abyss!

These two words, like a black lightning bolt that pierced through time and space, instantly struck Tang San's sea of consciousness!

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color.

He had always believed that the Abyss Plane was merely an incredibly powerful enemy coveting the Douluo Plane.

For this reason, he spared no effort in planning for ten thousand years, and even put Tang Wulin on the heavy responsibility of saving the world and dealing with the cataclysmic disaster that would destroy the world.