The Strong of Ten Thousand Years, All Serve Me

As the abyss creatures retreated into the passage like a receding tide, this unprecedentedly massive surge finally came to an end.

The soldiers of the Blood God Legion began to methodically clear the battlefield, exterminating the scattered monsters that remained.

At this moment, Luo Yang lay in the quiet infirmary, as if submerged in a long and bizarre dream.

In the dream, he was like a spectator transcending time and space, witnessing the fall of countless powerhouses.

The scenes flashed backward rapidly, from the primitive struggles at the dawn of the Douluo Continent to the rise and fall of ancient sects.

Countless brilliant and talented figures bloomed and faded in the long river of history, like dazzling yet fleeting fireworks.

The imagery finally froze twenty thousand years in the past.

A touch of profound and majestic destructive purple-black and a holy, compassionate emerald-green of life were joining forces to confront a blue-haired man wielding the Sea God Trident and clad in the Asura Demon Armor.

Two gods against two gods!

The ending held no suspense; the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong had her godhood shattered and perished, while the Angel God Qian Renxue saw her divine position collapse and fell in sorrow.

This legendary battle, deliberately obscured by later historical records, played out clearly in Luo Yang's dream.

The scenes shifted once more, skipping over ten thousand years of time, until everything finally returned to nothingness.

Luo Yang stood in the void, watching the scenes of falling powerhouses flash before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Tragedy, unwillingness, relief... all sorts of emotions seemed to pierce through time to infect him.

Could these be the imprints of all the powerhouses who had fallen on the Douluo Continent since time immemorial?!

Luo Yang felt a surge of uncertainty in his heart.

"Just as you think."

A voice, clear as a spring and gentle as the breeze, rang out from behind him.

Luo Yang turned around.

That plump and graceful emerald figure, wreathed in the aura of nature and life, stood quietly not far away, looking at him with a smile.

"What you see are the remnants of all the powerhouses who have fallen on this continent since the birth of its living beings. Among them... are gods."

The voice of the Plane Master carried a hint of emotion settled by the passage of time.

"And your awakened martial soul, 'Undead Scourge', has a core innate ability related to the authority of 'death': to awaken the departed and reshape the undead."

She paused, her emerald clover-like eyes fixed on Luo Yang: "Furthermore, because of the 'Plane Blessing' I bestowed upon you, this authority has received deep reinforcement from the origin of Douluo."

"This means..."

"All the powerhouses who have fallen on the Douluo Continent over the past ten thousand years, even those dissipated gods, will respond to your summons if the conditions are met, returning to the world in the form of the undead."

?!

Even with a premonition, the impact of this information made Luo Yang's pupils shrink.

Resurrecting powerhouses...

Even resurrecting gods?!

This ability was simply heaven-defying! It was completely an "over-spec monster" among triple-body martial souls.

If this could truly be realized, there were quite a few gods who had fallen in Douluo's history.

To speak of the recent past, the Destruction God King and Life God King, who both sacrificed themselves to protect the God Realm during the space-time turbulence ten thousand years ago, did not have their core origins completely annihilated; instead, they fell to Douluo, forming "Devil Island".

The strength of these two God Kings was on the same level as that "pure and noble" God King Tang, and the Destruction God King's combat power was even superior!

If he could gain the help of these two, let alone solving the abyss threat, even if God King Tang were to return with the God Realm in the future, he might not lack the strength to contend with him!

Not to mention that brilliant and talented Holy Necromancer Electrolux...

Thinking of these possibilities, a wave of heat surged in Luo Yang's heart.

"Don't be happy too soon." The Plane Master poured a bucket of cold water at the right time. "Talent is innate, but exercising authority always comes with a price. The more powerful the existence you resurrect, the greater the price required."

"What price?" Luo Yang asked urgently.

"Undead souls, and last wishes."

The emerald woman held up two fingers.

"First, undead souls. You need to purify a sufficient number of undead, converting them into pure necromantic energy, to have the power to resurrect the dead. Currently, with your cultivation, you can only purify soul masters who have recently died. The purified undead will then feed back spirit and soul power to you."

"As your cultivation improves, this restriction will gradually loosen. When you are strong enough, even ancient remnants from ten thousand years ago can be sensed, summoned, and converted."

"Second, the wish of the deceased. You must fulfill the most persistent dying wish of the fallen. Only then will they be willing to be used by you."

Luo Yang fell into deep thought.

These two conditions were indeed harsh.

Accumulating undead currently had no stable source other than the battlefield.

Unless... he waited for that god-slaying fixed-soul ammunition to descend upon Shrek City; at that time, there would be as many undead as he could want.

And the last wishes were even more troublesome. No one knew what those ancient powerhouses were most unable to let go of before they died.

The price was huge, but the rewards were equally immeasurable.

Just imagine, if one could assemble an "Undead Scourge Legion" composed of gods and powerhouses from throughout history, then the likes of the dual-god-position Tang San or the Shrek Seven Devils all becoming gods would be nothing to fear.

"Furthermore, I have a matter that I must solemnly entrust to you." The voice of the Plane Master pulled Luo Yang back from his thoughts. She gazed at Luo Yang, her expression solemn as never before.

"Please speak, Senior."

Luo Yang felt deep respect for this Plane Master who had selflessly guarded the continent, yet was now on the verge of dissipation.

"I wish for you to save Douluo Continent from the fires of disaster."

Her emerald eyes reflected the phantom images of endless mountains and rivers, her voice carrying pity and helplessness: "Currently, the Abyss Plane is eyeing us covetously, constantly eroding our borders. If I were in my prime, wiping out such external threats would take but a flick of a finger."

"But now..."

A bitter trace appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"I was schemed against by someone born of this world who has already ascended to the position of God King. That is why I have become so weak, and that God King even intends to have his parents gradually replace me as the 'Plane Master'!"

Speaking of this, her chest heaved slightly; clearly, her emotions were in turmoil.

To be betrayed and plotted against by the "child" she had once favored and nurtured—this feeling was beyond words.

Luo Yang remained silent.

He certainly knew who that "God King" was; besides the "pure and noble" God King Tang, who else could it be?

"All living beings on this continent are like my own children."

The Plane Master's gaze was filled with pity and reluctance.

"I cannot bear to see them fall into the abyss of despair in the future. But I no longer have the power to intervene directly. Once I rashly use my remaining origin, it will be easily detected by that pair of 'God King parents' who are currently usurping my authority. At that moment, I fear I will completely vanish into smoke."

Her gaze focused on Luo Yang once more, carrying a final glimmer of hope: "But your appearance has allowed me to see a faint ray of hope. Even if that hope is slim, I am willing to bet the future on you."

Luo Yang was silent.

So, she wanted him to shoulder the responsibility for the entire continent? And even face that deeply calculating God King Tang in the future.

With his current cultivation, what was he but dust in the face of such behemoths?

But the emerald woman's words also awakened him to a cruel fact: he was already at the center of the vortex, with nowhere to run.

The identity of a transmigrator was the greatest original sin.

In the eyes of Tang San, any "variable" must be controlled or eliminated. Hiding was meaningless; with Tang San's divine abilities and keen eyes, finding him was only a matter of time.

The threat of the Abyss was even more imminent. He lived here, his family and friends were here—when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.

Rather than passively waiting for judgment or destruction, it was better to take the initiative and strike hard!

However.

Luo Yang's silence was interpreted by the Plane Master as hesitation and retreat. She sighed softly in her heart, yet her beautiful face bloomed with a smile that could heal all things:

"Of course, you have the right to refuse. This is your life. Even as the Plane Master, I have no right to force the burden of the continent's survival onto the shoulders of a child."

However, Luo Yang slowly shook his head.

"Since you are willing to entrust this heavy responsibility to me, this junior cannot refuse."

He raised his head, his eyes firm.

"Even without your request, for the sake of my own stable footing in this world, there are some things I must do."

Hiding and fleeing would not solve the problem.

Since it was fated that he must face it, then he would take the initiative!

The emerald woman was slightly stunned.

Immediately, a look of relief and gratification bloomed on her beautiful face, as if spring had returned to the earth.

"Good! With that, I can truly rest easy."

Her figure began to grow thin and transparent as her mood relaxed.

Watching her near-dissipation, Luo Yang couldn't help but ask: "Are you... going to disappear?"

"Originally, if there were no variables, I planned to scatter my remaining origin power back into the continent at the final moment, as a final farewell."

The emerald woman smiled candidly: "But your appearance has made me change my mind. During the time before I completely dissipate, I will help you grow as quickly as possible."

"Then you must be careful not to be detected," Luo Yang said.

"No need to worry," the Plane Master smiled serenely. "Because I will reside in your sea of consciousness, using the delicate balance between the death aura of your martial soul and my life origin to slowly recover."

"At the same time, I will help you mask the aura of being favored by the plane, to avoid being targeted by certain beings too early."

"My sea of consciousness?" Luo Yang was startled.

So, he now possessed a Plane Master version of "Electrolux"?

Before he could think it through, the Plane Master's figure turned into countless emerald, crystalline specks of light, like fireflies on a summer night, and submerged into the center of his brow.

In an instant, Luo Yang felt his sea of consciousness shake violently!

The boundaries of his original sea of consciousness expanded rapidly, its area surging several times over! The seawater was no longer a monotonous silver, but had turned into a vibrant emerald green, surging with rich life force.

In the center of the sea, a small phantom of a four-leaf clover floated quietly, emitting a warm light that nourished the entire sea of consciousness.

In reality, lying on the bed, Luo Yang's eyelashes trembled as he slowly opened his eyes.