The aura radiating from him made both Gu Yue and Di Tian feel an intense sense of suffocation.
It was not mere Soul Power pressure.
It was Plane Power!
Every movement he made seemed to carry the weight of the entire Douluo Continent plane!
Gu Yue stared fixedly at Tang Hao, sensing the Plane Laws surging around him.
How could a human command such vast amounts of plane origin?
Unless...
He was taking over the Plane Spirit!
Gu Yue's heart shook violently.
She had thought that with the Divine Realm gone, the Douluo Continent would return to its original course. She had never expected Tang San's father to still harbor delusions of controlling the entire plane!
"Tang San is only an imprint, nothing to fear," Gu Yue told Di Tian telepathically. "But this old bastard carries plane power. We absolutely cannot let him fully merge with the plane origin!"
Once Tang Hao truly became the Plane Master, the Soul Beast Clan would never have another chance to turn its fortunes around.
"Kill!"
The Silver Dragon and Black Dragon soared into the air together, charging straight at the Clear Sky Hammer imbued with plane power.
An earth-shattering collision erupted on the outskirts of Eastsea City.
At the same time.
Deep within the Douluo Continent plane.
In a space filled with chaos, the Golden Light Orb, originally bound tightly by countless Blue Silver Chains, suddenly sensed that the force suppressing it had weakened a little.
It was the Plane Spirit born naturally from the Douluo Continent plane.
Tang Hao had diverted his attention to dealing with Gu Yue and Di Tian, drawing on a portion of the plane power.
This gave the Plane Spirit a chance to catch its breath.
The Golden Light Orb struggled violently, separating an exceptionally pure wisp of origin aura from itself.
All this time, Tang Hao had kept it firmly suppressed. Now that an opening had appeared, this opportunity was too rare to miss. It had to seize it.
Where should it go?
The Plane Spirit searched through the chaos.
Four years earlier, it had sensed a strange power descending that did not belong to this world.
That power was savage and domineering.
It was filled with endless uncertainty.
Perhaps that was the only thing that could change the situation.
The wisp of origin aura pierced through layer upon layer of space and slipped away without a sound.
Until-
Eastsea City, Lu Guan's home.
Inside the bedroom.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Lu Guan remained in his War Lord Demon Body form, his six arms gripping Phantom Weapons, his four eyes fixed on the translucent, stooped old man before him.
The old man was so weak that even maintaining his shape seemed an immense struggle.
"Help me..."
The old man's voice rang out in Lu Guan's mind.
Lu Guan did not lower his guard. The blood qi within him stood ready to erupt at any moment.
"Who are you?"
The old man sighed. "I am the Plane Spirit of the Douluo Continent."
Lu Guan raised an eyebrow.
The Plane Spirit?
According to the original story, Tang Hao should currently be battling the Plane Spirit to seize plane power. Since it had managed to escape, his guess must have been right: something had gone wrong with Tang Wulin.
"The Plane Spirit? Why would the Douluo Continent's Plane Spirit come running to a ten-year-old kid's bedroom for help?"
The old man smiled bitterly.
His illusory body flickered twice in the darkness, as though it might collapse at any moment.
"Had I not been driven into a dead end, I would never have risked my life to separate this wisp of origin and escape." The old man's weathered voice was steeped in exhaustion and resentment. "The Tang father and son want to devour me completely and turn the Douluo Plane into the Tang Family's private property."
Lu Guan offered no comment. "Tell me more."
"Twenty thousand years ago, I sensed an Outsider invading the Douluo Plane, but paid it no heed. I never imagined that Outsider would eventually become a god, leaving even me powerless against him."
"That Outsider was Tang San!"
"Ten thousand years ago, Tang San sent his father, Tang Hao, into the Douluo Continent's Plane Origin Land and named him the Plane Master."
"However, the Douluo Continent's origin power was not something Tang San could control with divine power alone."
"In truth, the Douluo Continent had not yet fallen into Tang Hao's hands."
The old man's illusory body flickered, as though he had recalled something excruciatingly painful.
"Until six thousand years ago, when the Abyss Plane launched a massive invasion of the Douluo Continent."
"To protect this continent, I exhausted every ounce of my strength, mobilizing vast amounts of plane origin to resist the abyss's devouring assault."
"That was when Tang Hao seized his opportunity."
The old man raised a hand and pointed at the faint shadows of black chains flickering over his body.
"While I was desperately weak, he used divine power to lock down my origin and suppress me completely in the depths of the plane."
"Allowing the Abyss Plane to slip in through that weakness..."
"For these past six thousand years, he has been stripping away my power, trying to replace me completely and become the true Plane Master."
After hearing him out, Lu Guan inwardly clicked his tongue.
Every member of this damned Tang Family worked their abacus more shrewdly than the last.
The son ran the Divine Realm as his own one-man dictatorship, while the father wanted to treat the Douluo Continent as his private home.
"And then? What do you want from me now?"
"Just now, Tang Hao mobilized a great deal of plane power to deal with outside enemies, loosening his suppression of me. Only then was I able to escape."
The old man looked at Lu Guan. "Ten years ago, another Outsider descended upon the Douluo Continent. That was you."
"Four years ago, when your Martial Soul, the Demon Body, descended into this world, I sensed it as well."
"The Douluo Plane has already been brought under the Tang father and son's control and schemes. No variables remain. Only an outsider can break the deadlock!"
"You are the only variable."
Lu Guan continued, "So you want me to help you?"
The old man wasted no words and opened his withered palm.
A speck of exceptionally pure golden light, radiating rich vitality, condensed in his palm.
The moment that light appeared, the War Lord Demon Body within Lu Guan gave a hum of intense longing, and even his blood qi began to boil.
"This is a wisp of plane origin I separated using the very last of my strength."
The old man pushed the golden light toward Lu Guan.
"This can help you draw in all the vitality of the Douluo Continent. Every living being will express attachment to you."
"At the same time, it is a bridge connecting to the Plane Origin Land."
"I do not ask you to confront Tang Hao now. You are not strong enough yet."
"When you have enough strength, I hope you will use this wisp of origin to reach the depths of the plane and help free me..."
Lu Guan looked at the golden light drifting before him.
Plane origin.
Now this was something truly good.
As for helping the Plane Spirit deal with Tang Hao in the future?
Even without the Plane Spirit asking, he would act on his own!
He would clash with the Tang Family sooner or later anyway. The enemy of his enemy was his friend.
Lu Guan had no reason not to help.
He extended one thick arm of his Demon Body and seized the wisp of golden light.
The light instantly merged into his palm and surged through his meridians.
That felt good!
An unprecedented sense of ease spread throughout his body. Like parched earth welcoming a sweet rain after a long drought, his blood qi devoured that pure vitality with crazed greed.
The dark red demonic markings on the War Lord Demon Body grew deeper.
Seeing Lu Guan accept the origin, the old man's illusory face showed a trace of relief. The Plane Spirit was ready to disperse at any moment and return to its true form.
"Wait," Lu Guan said.
The old man paused.
Lu Guan looked at him and posed a question. "Can this wisp of your origin conceal an aura?"
Lu Guan paused, then added.
"For example... the aura of the golden dragon king bloodline."
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