Hypocritical God King! It is an Honor for Them to Die for My Tang Family!
The moment that Divine Sense emerged from Tang Wulin's body.
An invisible force emanated from Tang Wulin's chest.
Bai Yuan turned around and looked at the blue phantom that emerged from Tang Wulin's body.
Tang San's phantom hovered above the stone platform, his long blue hair swaying gently in the still air. The Sea God Trident gleamed in his hand, the golden light at its tip even more dazzling than before.
It wasn't the weak light that came before the first Divine Sense dissipated; it was a stable and intense light from the second Divine Sense.
The first Divine Sense was just a facade; the second Divine Sense was useless, it never existed from the beginning.
It lurked deep within Tang Wulin's body, like a venomous snake hidden in the shadows.
Waiting for the moment when those Soul Beast think victory is assured and lower their guard.
Then they pounced and wiped them all out.
Bai Yuan looked at the steady golden light burning on Tang San's Sea God Trident, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
God King Tang, you truly are a master strategist who has played a game of chess that spans millennia.
That's cunning enough.
"Who are you?"
Tang San looked at the Black Robe in front of him and frowned slightly.
He could sense the person's presence, but he couldn't feel his aura.
His Soul Power fluctuations, mental power fluctuations, and even his breathing and heartbeat were perfectly concealed by some kind of power.
He stood before me like a ghost without any physical form.
More importantly, this person's aura was different from that of the previous group of Soul Beast.
The group of Soul Beast exuded a strong aura of blood and savagery; he could tell at a glance that they came from Soul Beast clan.
But this person was neither human nor Soul Beast, and he didn't have any familiar aura about him, like an alien that appeared out of nowhere in this world.
Moreover, he couldn't see through his strength.
The Soul Power emanating from this person was pitifully weak.
But he stood before me without any tension or fear, like a bottomless pool of water.
The surface of the water was calm, but the depth below was terrifying.
Tang San gripped the Trident tightly, golden light shimmering at its tip.
The second Divine Sense has already been exposed.
If this person harbors ill intentions towards Tang Wulin, he must strike first before the person can act.
Bai Yuan turned around, his Black Robe fluttering gently in the night breeze.
The dark red pupils behind the mask calmly gazed at the blue phantom.
After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"Who are you? And why are you here?"
Tang San gripped the Trident, his gaze sharp as a knife.
His voice carried an barely suppressed wariness and a hint of anxiety.
Bai Yuan looked at him, a slight smile curving his lips.
"I'm just a passerby."
Tang San's brows furrowed even more.
Passer?
Would a passerby be in such a place late at night?
How could a passerby be so undetectable that he couldn't even sense their presence?
He rolled the words "passerby" on his tongue over and over again, then swallowed them back down.
His intuition told him that the Black Robe was not telling the truth.
Seeing his furrowed brows, Bai Yuan's smile deepened.
He glanced in Tang Wulin's direction, then turned back to look at Tang San.
Your plan is too simplistic.
"You treat the beings of this dimension like livestock belonging to your Tang Family?"
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply.
He gripped the Trident, staring at Bai Yuan. It was only a fleeting moment, but the movement was so fast that even he himself didn't realize it.
His grand plan, which lasted for millennia, began the day he ascended to the Divine Realm.
From guiding the Abyss Plane to attack, to sealing the Golden Dragon King inside Tang Wulin's body, and then to letting Tang Wulin and Gu Yuena meet, fall in love, and fight each other.
Every step was meticulously calculated, and every process was rehearsed countless times.
I never tell anyone, and I never let anyone know the whole story.
The Black Robe before them casually summarized his millennia of hard work with the three words "too simple."
"My plan?"
Tang San's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth, his gaze fixed intently on Bai Yuan.
"Impossible."
"Nobody knows."
Are you kidding me?
Bai Yuan didn't answer, but just stared at the turbulent waves surging in Tang San's eyes.
He didn't need to answer; his silence was the best answer.
Tang San was filled with suspicion, hesitation, and fear.
He feared that his grand plan for millennia had truly been seen through.
The fear is that this person actually knows something they shouldn't know.
Tang San's face remained sacred, with even a hint of compassion in his brows, like a god looking down upon all living beings.
"Are you saying I treat the beings of this dimension like animals kept by the Tang Family?"
Tang San's tone was calm and unhurried, even carrying a hint of helpless smile.
You're being too extreme.
I did all this simply to save more people.
The resources of the Douluo Plane are depleted; if it does not devour the Abyss, the entire continent will perish.
"Those who sacrificed their lives for this will be remembered."
He paused, his blue eyes sweeping over Bai Yuan as if pitying a fool who couldn't see the bigger picture.
"There was no personal gain involved."
"I did it for the survival of the Douluo Continent."
Bai Yuan looked at his righteous and stern appearance, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It wasn't laughter, but the kind of playful banter that says, "Go ahead and make this up."
Tang San's grand plan, seemingly about saving the world, is fundamentally about power.
In the Divine Realm, he eliminated dissidents and, after the God of Destruction committed suicide, firmly grasped the vacant divine position in the hands of the Tang Family.
In the lower realm, he deliberately guided the Abyss Plane here, connecting the Douluo Plane with the Abyss Plane, and then had the Douluo Continent devour the Abyss to evolve.
To achieve this goal, he did not hesitate to pay the price of six thousand years of war, the lives of countless Limit Douluo, and the deaths of countless people.
Finally, his father, Tang Hao, came out to collect the heads, Ah Yin merged into the Golden Ancient Tree, becoming the Life Core.
It is true that there has been widespread suffering and death, and it is true that there has been no god for ten thousand years.
Yun Ming and Chen Xinjie cannot become gods, because once they do, it will be too late.
The Tang Family could no longer control the plane.
"You're kidding me."
Bai Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty.
"You deliberately lured the Abyss Plane to attack, deliberately allowed the Douluo Plane to be invaded, and then devoured the Abyss Plane at the right time."
It wasn't about saving them, it was about maintaining the Tang Family's absolute rule.
In order to prevent anyone from threatening the Tang Family's power.
Tang San's smile froze on his face, and a visible hint of gloom flashed in his kind and gentle eyes.
In that instant, the pure white aura surrounding him seemed to be tainted by something, gaining a touch of coldness.
"You want to turn the entire continent into your backyard?"
Bai Yuan looked at him, speaking in a calm and indifferent tone, as if stating something that had already happened.
"Your son, your daughter, and your grandson will all stand at the pinnacle of the plane."
No one else can become a god.
If you say this isn't self-interest, then what is?
Tang San was silent for a moment, then smiled.
That smile was completely different from the sacred aura emanating from him.
It carried a sense of unbridled bravado after being exposed.
"Them? Living beings?"
Tang San's voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like he was talking to himself.
"They're nothing but a herd of livestock."
"It is an honor for them to die for the Tang Family!"
He raised his head, his blue eyes staring directly at Bai Yuan.
Bai Yuan sighed inwardly as he looked at Tang San's expression that said, "I know you're calling me selfish, but I don't care."
I really want to record this and upload it to the Soul Guidance Network so that people all over the mainland can see it.
What kind of person was the Sea God they worshipped, the God King Tang they revered?
He talks a lot about the big picture, sacrifice, and salvation, but deep down he's nothing more than a puppeteer driven by extreme selfishness.
But he knew that even if he spread the footage, very few people would believe it.
Tang San's smile gradually faded.
He didn't answer again, but only glanced at the black-haired boy who was still unconscious on the stone platform.
He then turned to look at the Black Robe in front of him.
Undisguised killing intent flashed in his blue eyes.
He said those words.
Who exactly are you?
"Then you may stay here!"