Ten-Thousand-Year Plan

Tang San shook his head. His gaze traveled into the distance, piercing through layers of void before settling on a familiar planet.

"No," he said. "I'm just worried about Douluo Continent."

"One day in the God Realm is one year in the mortal world. We've been in the God Realm for over twenty years, yet ten thousand years have passed on Douluo Continent. The Tang Sect has withered away."

A trace of melancholy colored his voice.

Xiao Wu took his hand and comforted him softly. "Brother, don't overthink it. In a sense, the Tang Sect's decline is also the result of the era and the plane advancing. As a God Realm Enforcer, you can't interfere with a plane's natural evolution, can you?"

Tang San nodded. "You're right. But the Tang Sect was something I founded with my own hands. I really can't bear to watch it vanish like this."

He paused, and his gaze grew even deeper.

"Six days ago, I discovered that a Child of Destiny seemed to have been born on Douluo Continent, one who would have countless ties to my Tang Sect. I tried to see his fate clearly..."

A cold glint flashed through his eyes.

"Who would have thought that incident would happen! It got me locked up for six days!"

Xiao Wu gently stroked his chest and said softly, "Brother, you don't need to worry too much. Let's get some proper rest first. You haven't slept for six days."

Tang San nodded and pulled Xiao Wu into his arms.

Xiao Wu rested her head against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. One of Tang San's hands gently caressed her beautiful hair while the other wrapped around her slender waist, yet his gaze still pierced through layers of mist and fell upon Douluo Continent.

His spiritual power was like invisible threads, passing through the barrier between the divine and mortal realms before descending upon that azure planet.

Star Dou Forest, normal.

Shrek City, normal.

Star Luo Empire, Heaven Dou Empire, Sun Moon Empire...

Everything looked no different from six years ago. The pieces he had arranged and the hidden moves he had planted were all still quietly waiting in their places.

Only...

Tang San's brow furrowed slightly.

That Child of Destiny...

His spiritual power locked onto a six-year-old child within the White Tiger Duke Mansion of the Star Luo Empire.

He had just awakened his martial soul. It was an eye martial soul, and his Innate Soul Power was only Rank One. He had suffered endless mockery and bullying.

Yet an exceptionally dense golden radiance of fate had gathered around him.

That was the mark of a Child of Destiny.

But...

Tang San carefully sensed that mass of fate, his brow tightening further and further.

Why did this fate seem somewhat dim?

It was as though... part of it had been siphoned away?

He fell silent for a moment, then investigated it again with care.

That was right. A portion was indeed missing.

Who had tampered with it?

A coldness flashed through Tang San's eyes.

Douluo Plane Consciousness!

It had to be that old thing!

It actually dared to secretly withhold the plane's fate?

It had committed an offense worthy of death!

Tang San's fists clenched and relaxed, then clenched and relaxed again.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Forget it.

As long as this Child of Destiny continued along the route he had planned and did not affect his ten-thousand-year plan, it would be fine.

As for the half of the fate that had been divided away...

Tang San's gaze swept across all of Douluo Continent, trying to find where the other half of that fate had gone. Yet strangely, he could not sense it at all.

It was as though that half of the fate had vanished into thin air.

How was that possible?

With strength at the level of a God King, how could there possibly be something on Douluo Continent that he could not sense?

Unless...

Unless that fate was not on Douluo Continent at all, or someone had hidden it away.

Tang San pondered for a moment before ultimately shaking his head.

Forget it.

As long as that Child of Destiny remained, as long as he could grow step by step according to plan and ultimately become the Tang Sect's successor and Shrek's pillar, that would be enough.

As for the missing half of the fate, he could deal with it later.

He lowered his head to look at Xiao Wu in his arms. Her eyelashes trembled lightly, like two resting butterflies.

A gentle smile appeared on Tang San's lips.

He should keep his sword sheath company first.

Douluo Continent.

Far North, near Snow Palace.

Sunlight spilled across the pristine snow, refracting countless rays of light.

A small figure was dancing across the snow.

The blade in his hand was crudely made, yet in those little hands, it carried a faintly fierce momentum.

Thrust, chop, lift, slash...

Every move was neat and precise.

Not far away, a graceful white figure sat quietly atop an icy rock, her legs crossed and her beautiful legs gently swaying. Her exquisite jade feet were bare, yet she felt no cold at all.

She watched the boy practicing his sword, a faint smile on her lips.

It was none other than the Snow Empress.

She had been sitting there for an hour, simply watching in silence.

Only after Lin Yaoyang stopped to rest did she speak.

"Yao Yang."

Lin Yaoyang turned around, his orange-red short hair especially dazzling beneath the sunlight.

"Sister Xue'er, what is it?"

The Snow Empress rose to her feet and walked over to him.

With a serious expression, she said, "Your martial soul isn't a sword martial soul. You don't need to practice the sword this diligently. Practice occasionally if you like, but put your energy into cultivating Soul Power."

Yet Lin Yaoyang did not agree. "Sister Xue'er, you don't have a sword martial soul either. But don't you still possess the peerless sword technique, Emperor Sword, as well as a complete sword art?"

The Snow Empress paused before extending her jade-like hand and lightly flicking his forehead.

"How is that the same?" she said irritably. "I explored and developed it over endless years. Do you have a lifespan like mine? Besides, my Emperor Sword does not suit your martial soul's attributes at all. They are completely opposed. Even if you condensed it with Soul Power, its might would be far inferior to mine."

That was the truth.

Her Emperor Sword was condensed from ice-attribute Ultimate Ice. Lin Yaoyang's martial soul, however, possessed Ultimate Fire and Ultimate Light, which were naturally opposed to ice.

Forcing himself to imitate it would only yield twice the effort for half the result.

But Lin Yaoyang shook his head, a serious glimmer flashing through his eyes.

"Sister Xue'er, that's not how you should put it."

He raised his head to look at the Snow Empress. His orange-red eyes seemed to burn with tiny flames beneath the sunlight.

"Ice and fire share the same origin. They were never natural mortal enemies. They are merely the gathering and release of heaven and earth's energy; in essence, they share the same root."

"Perhaps one day, I'll comprehend a sword of my own from your Emperor Sword!"

The Snow Empress was stunned upon hearing this.

She looked at the child before her, at the earnest light in his eyes, and for a moment, she was somewhat dazed.

Ice and fire shared the same origin...

Having lived for seven hundred thousand years, she naturally understood that principle.

But understanding it was one thing. Accomplishing it was another.

How could Ultimate Ice and Ultimate Fire possibly be fused together so easily?

Yet this child... was only six years old.

At the age of six, he could already say such things.

The Snow Empress fell silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek.

"You little rascal," she said with a smile and a shake of her head. "Why are you always full of grand principles?"

Lin Yaoyang bared his teeth in pain. "Sister Xue'er, that hurts, that hurts..."

"Since you have confidence, then work hard," the Snow Empress said, releasing him. Her eyes were full of affection. "Your sister believes in you."