Tang San's Ten-Thousand-Year Plan! The Countdown to the Next Cycle!
Tang San closed his eyes, his spiritual power sweeping across the void inch by inch, searching for the direction in which the Divine Sense had disappeared.
No.
There was nothing there.
There wasn't even a trace of a fragment, as if that Divine Sense had never existed.
How could that be!
He suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of shock and anger deep in his pupils.
Under his control, it's impossible for there to be any god-level powerhouses on the continent.
Before he left, he had already suppressed the upper limit of strength in the Douluo Plane to the level of Limit Douluo.
No matter how strong those Limit Douluo are, they cannot erase the three divine Divine Sense he left behind in a short time.
Each of the three Divine Sense contained a trace of his divine thought, enough to deal with any threat from the human realm.
He didn't care that the first two rounds had taken their toll.
But this Third Law Pattern —this Third Law Pattern— was not consumed, but completely eradicated from its source.
Who can do that?
Tang San took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
He has been operating in the Divine Realm for ten thousand years, Douluo Plane is a grand plan he has laid out for ten thousand years.
No one knew that continent better than him, and no one knew those pieces better than him.
But now, someone he doesn't know at all has appeared, someone who can erase his Divine Sense.
His grand plan cannot be ruined.
He closed his eyes again, this time not to probe the traces of Divine Sense, but to the Divine Core of the Golden Dragon King within Tang Wulin's body.
The Divine Core is still there.
Tang San's brows furrowed even more.
He assumed the visitor was after the Golden Dragon King.
Silver Dragon King, Di Tian, and those Ferocious Beasts.
They've all come for the Golden Dragon King.
But the Black Robe, the mysterious figure who erased his Divine Sense, did not take away the Golden Dragon King's Divine Core.
He clearly had the ability to take it, but he didn't.
Tang San opened his eyes, gazing at the endless void with a deep and cold look in his eyes.
What does he really want?
The Golden Dragon King's Divine Core was readily available, yet he chose not to. His goal wasn't power. So what did he want?
For the first time in ten thousand years, Tang San experienced this feeling of being out of control.
His grand plan, spanning millennia, was meticulously calculated at every step, and the placement of each piece was repeatedly deduced.
But now there's a piece on the chessboard that he doesn't recognize, and he doesn't know where it came from.
We don't know where it's going, or whether it's friend or foe.
He gazed towards the mainland, his expression turning completely cold.
No matter who you are, if you dare to mess with my plans, you will pay the price.
Let's leave it alone for now.
Too many people are watching.
And those people from the Divine Realm —we'll eventually settle things with them!
Tang San took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
His grand plan for the future could not afford to fail, but at this moment, he could not act rashly.
First, he didn't know the background of the Black Robe; second, the Divine Realm was still on its way back, and he couldn't afford to be distracted.
As long as Wulin goes to Shrek according to his plan and receives nourishment from the Golden Tree, his plan will get back on track.
The Golden Tree is the Life Core of this continent and a key element of his scheme.
As long as it exists, there is still room for his grand plan to be reversed.
When he finishes his business in the Divine Realm and returns to the Douluo Continent...
He wanted to drag out these scoundrels hiding in the shadows, one by one, and kill them all.
Tang San glanced coldly in the direction of the lower realm.
Whether it's the Silver Dragon King or the mastermind behind it all, none of them can escape.
He slowly unclenched his fist and turned around.
The deep blue robes drew a sharp arc in the air.
The grand plan will continue to operate, and he will be watching from the Divine Realm.
Bai Yuan finished his morning training, sheathed his sword, and stood in the center of the Training Ground.
With my eyes closed, I felt the faint pulse deep within the Core Flame.
The Core Flame has been trembling slightly for the past few days.
It wasn't the same kind of tremor that fluctuated in strength before.
Rather, it is a steady, rhythmic pulse.
It's like a countdown.
He looked inward at the mark in the center of the Core Flame.
The edges of the number "3" are beginning to blur, and new numbers are forming.
The next cycle of reincarnation is about to begin.
Bai Yuan opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.
It's always Xiao Bai's memory.
He could only watch; there was nothing he could do.
"Sigh, it's always just reminiscing about the plot; I never feel involved. They never ask me to do anything!"
Bai Yuan couldn't help but sigh, looking down at the ground, his voice muffled.
"Even a little change would be good, so Xiao Bai wouldn't have to suffer so much."
He looked up and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
What's the point of making changes here?
This is Douluo Continent, not Amphoreus.
Bai Yuan shook his head, clearing his mind of those chaotic thoughts, and turned to walk out of the Training Ground.
A moment later, he stood at the door of Gu Yuena's room.
The perception of Core Flame doesn't lie.
The silvery-white aura in her room had faded from its faint, gentle state the previous night, almost completely dissipating.
It has become stable and active, though still somewhat weak.
The person woke up.
Bai Yuan raised his hand and knocked on the door.
There was no response.
He knocked twice more. "Junior Sister?"
The door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.
Gu Yuena stood at the door, wearing a white nightgown.
Her long, silver hair was a mess, like a bird's nest; her face was bloodless, even her lips were pale.
She looked like a lily that had been struck by frost, drooping against the doorframe as if she might collapse at any moment.
Bai Yuan looked at her almost bloodless face and pretended to furrow his brows slightly.
"Junior sister, what's wrong? You look so sickly. Did you steal a cow last night?"
Gu Yuena raised her eyelids and glanced at him.
Those purple eyes, which usually carried a hint of aloofness and arrogance, were now dull as if covered with a layer of gray.
"Stealing cattle?"
Her voice was hoarse.
"What the hell?"
Bai Yuan smiled but offered no explanation.
Gu Yuena didn't press further, but simply lowered her eyes, her voice muffled.
"I'm not feeling well... Please ask my teacher for leave for me; I won't be going to practice today."
Bai Yuan nodded, seeing her listless and weak appearance.
"OK."
Gu Yuena didn't say anything more, took a step back, and the door slowly closed in front of him.
Bai Yuan stood at the door, looking at the tightly closed door, his hands in his pockets.
He turned and walked towards the end of the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the empty space, silently thinking to himself as he walked.
It seems the Soul Beast will need to recuperate for a while; it was seriously injured.
That's good too, during Gu Yuena's recovery period.
Tang Wulin could also catch his breath and replenish his energy.
Once he's healed and the Soul Beast have finished resting.
Who knows when the next operation will be?
Bai Yuan turned and walked towards the end of the corridor, his steps unhurried.
Leng Yaozhu's temporary office is located on the east side of the upper level of the East Sea Spirit Pagoda.
Bai Yuan stopped at the door and knocked twice.
"Teacher, it's me."
"Come in."
Leng Yaozhu's voice came from inside, as calm as ever.
Bai Yuan pushed open the door and entered.
Leng Yaozhu sat behind a large desk, with a thick stack of files spread out in front of her.
His left hand was holding the paper, and his right hand was holding a pen. He was looking down and writing something on something.
She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.
The eyes behind the glasses were slightly lowered, the expression focused and quiet.
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, bathing her in a soft golden glow.
She appeared to possess a gentle and graceful charm that is not usually seen.
Bai Yuan sighed silently to himself.
It truly lives up to its reputation as a must-have for Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King; it's so good.
Leng Yaozhu didn't look up; the pen tip scratched across the paper.
"Um."
Bai Yuan sat down in the chair in front of her desk and waited quietly.
Leng Yaozhu continued processing her files.
One page, two pages, three pages.
It turns out that teachers also have this ordinary side.
After a moment, Leng Yaozhu finally put down the pen in her hand and took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.
"I heard you beat up those students this time?"
Leng Yaozhu leaned back in her chair, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.
Bai Yuan smiled casually.
"Hmm, let's test them out; they seem average."