This Is Supposed to Be a Savior? Xiao Bai Must Kill Tang San! Tang San's Ten-Thousand-Year Plan

Huff!

After training ended, Bai Yuan was utterly exhausted. He dropped heavily into a cross-legged sitting position and raised a hand to wipe the burning sweat from his brow.

Within his body, a thread of warm, gentle energy flowed quietly.

It was the Core Flame.

Like spring rain falling in the night, it silently nourished his flesh and sinews, strand by strand, without end.

Bai Yuan could clearly sense his physique transforming and improving at a visible rate.

The feeling of steadily growing stronger was intoxicating.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze settling on the cold ceiling of the Training Ground as a thought quietly surfaced.

This counted as a pretty good start, didn't it?

No.

The corners of Bai Yuan's lips slowly rose.

This was a super-invincible start that crushed the entire field!

He had the continent's foremost power at his back, Sky Phoenix Douluo of the Leng Family personally teaching him, Xiao Bai's Worldbearing Coreflame, and Dawnmaker at his side...

He lowered his head to stare at his hands and laughed softly.

This era was meant to be like this.

Without such backing, one did not even qualify to enter the game.

After all.

That God King Tang was still high above the nine heavens, silently looking down upon everything.

Bai Yuan raised his gaze, as though it pierced through the heavy vault overhead and reached the hidden God Realm.

That supposedly pure and noble God King Tang had long since quietly laid out his ten-thousand-year plan.

With Douluo Continent as the chessboard and all living beings beneath heaven as chess pieces.

"The so-called ten-thousand-year plan claims to bring prosperity to the continent and plead for the common people."

"Strip away that holy facade, and it is nothing more than a meticulously planned planar plunder—a monstrous scheme to harvest the lower realm all the way up to the God Realm!"

The first step: the Golden Dragon King was bait!

The God Realm defeated the Golden Dragon King and forcibly sealed its berserk origin within the body of Tang Wulin, Tang San's unborn son.

From the moment Tang Wulin was born, he was no longer a complete person.

He was bait.

Deadly bait specially meant to lure out Gu Yuena, the Silver Dragon King.

All to achieve their goal of completely eliminating the threat of the Dragon God.

The second step: lay down the line and hook.

That divine consciousness called Old Tang sealed the Golden Dragon King's divine consciousness, but in truth, it was there to monitor him!

It guided Tang Wulin's growth, pressing him forward step by step and binding him firmly to Tang San's plan.

It even planted invisible marks deep within the souls of Tang Wulin and Gu Yuena.

Once the time came, they would become puppets at another's mercy.

Everything would unfold according to the script he had written!

The third step: ignite the Abyss War.

Six thousand years! A full six thousand years of unceasing war!

Living beings suffered devastation, homes were shattered, and the continent lay in ruins.

Yet this calamity that swept across the world had been a lie from the very beginning.

He lured the Abyss Plane into invading, then used Douluo Continent to devour its plane in return. Once the Abyss Plane was destroyed and its planar origin digested—

All its energy would be absorbed by the Golden Tree and ultimately flow into Tang San's hands!

The Golden Tree was the Life Core of the Douluo Plane.

Tang San moved it to Shrek not to protect Shrek, but to completely seize control of the plane's power within it!

He even intended to merge his mother, Ah Yin, into the Golden Tree.

From then on, the master of the plane would be his father, Tang Hao, while the Life Core would be his mother, Ah Yin.

The three members of the Tang family would devour the entire Douluo Continent plane without leaving even the bones behind!

As for the countless people who had followed him over those six thousand years—

The countless ordinary people who died in the Abyss Plane,

Those who shed blood and gave their lives for Shrek, those who sacrificed everything for the "greater good"...

What did they receive?

Nothing more than a pile of worthless tools.

Laughable, and tragic.

He treated all living beings beneath heaven as chess pieces and toyed with them as he pleased, yet in the end, people would still praise him as the savior?

This was supposed to be a savior?

Such a heartless beast, who regarded all living beings as less than grass—anyone with even a shred of spirit should kill him on sight!

The instant those words fell.

Within Bai Yuan's body, the dormant Worldbearing Coreflame suddenly flickered faintly.

A point of cold, dim light silently rose from within him. It carried no heat, but it contained extreme disgust, contempt, and even bone-deep rejection.

As though it were responding to his furious condemnation.

Bai Yuan: "?!"

His entire body stiffened, and his eyes instantly filled with shock.

Fragments of memories from Amphoreus flashed through his mind.

What Xiao Bai hated most were false gods who stood above all else, controlled everything, and treated lives as tools.

No way...

Could it really be... Xiao Bai inside it??

His heart shook violently as he instinctively called out softly in his mind:

"Xiao Bai?"

Bai Yuan's call echoed in his heart, carrying a hint of expectation and unease.

He instinctively activated the Worldbearing Coreflame within him, wanting to summon it out and investigate.

The faint light gradually intensified as the Worldbearing Coreflame slowly rose from his body, hovering above his palm.

This time, it was brighter than ever before. As its cold radiance flowed, it carried a visible trace of agitation, no longer as gentle and tranquil as before.

Bai Yuan stared fixedly at the Core Flame in his palm. His Adam's apple bobbed as he tested again, "Xiao Bai? Are you there?"

Only the Core Flame's faint halo flickered in response. Other than that, there was no sound at all.

He let out a soft breath, and the shock in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a trace of self-mockery.

"Looks like I really was overthinking it."

Perhaps his emotions had been too intense when he condemned Tang San just now, stirring the Worldbearing Coreflame into reacting.

He could still vaguely tell that there was no remnant of Xiao Bai's consciousness within this Core Flame.

With that thought, the turmoil in Bai Yuan's heart gradually calmed. A disdainful curve formed on his lips as he murmured softly.

"But it doesn't matter. With Douluo's level of strength, was it worthy of Xiao Bai personally making a move?"

Those existences from those worlds only needed to send a single Honkai Emanator.

To deal with these so-called gods and so-called God Kings—

It would be effortless.

This was beyond ridiculous. Truly beyond ridiculous.

The title of fantasy's floor tile was not an exaggeration.

Douluo's so-called top combatants, before a Honkai Emanator—

Were laughably weak. Whether they could survive even a second depended on the other party's mood.

Huff.

Bai Yuan exhaled a turbid breath and suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart.

He stopped thinking about Xiao Bai and instead closed his eyes.

He calmed himself and tried to carefully sense the bright Worldbearing Coreflame in his palm.

He wanted to uncover the reason behind its abnormal reaction and gain further control over this power.

But just as his spiritual power touched the Worldbearing Coreflame—

An incomparably terrifying, boundless aura of destruction suddenly erupted from the Core Flame!

That aura was too violent, too terrifying, as though it could devour heaven and earth and annihilate everything.

Bai Yuan only felt a thunderous explosion in his mind.

Countless scenes of shattered starfields flashed before his eyes: stars collapsing, planes breaking apart, chaos surging, and all things returning to nothingness.

Immediately afterward, that power of destruction followed his spiritual power.

It flooded madly into his sea of consciousness like countless razor-sharp blades.

It viciously tore through his mental defenses. Every inch of his mind was being eroded and crushed by extreme agony.

"Ahhh!!!"

A miserable scream burst from Bai Yuan's mouth.

His entire body trembled violently. He clutched his head tightly with both hands, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

It hurt too much—so much that even his soul trembled!

That power of destruction was far too tyrannical; it was simply beyond what he could endure at his current level.

His sea of consciousness shook violently, as though it would completely shatter the next second and he himself would be wholly swallowed by that power.