Night fell, and the streets that had bustled with noise by day gradually grew quiet.
The Spirit Pagoda's lights burned all night, its silver body reflecting a dazzling radiance, looking all the more majestic and solemn in the darkness.
As for his Wither Martial Soul from Minecraft.
Xiao Chen knew in his heart that Leng Yaozhu's concerns were not without reason.
The Wither Martial Soul was far too domineering and bizarre, innately possessing the trait of death. An ordinary Soul Master who possessed it could all too easily lose themselves in its power and fall onto an evil path.
But he was different. He could sense that the Wither Martial Soul had no effect on him whatsoever. He would never be controlled by his Martial Soul.
Compared with the Wither Martial Soul, the true puzzle in his heart had always been that second Martial Soul hidden in the deepest reaches of his soul, refusing to manifest-the Command Block.
Ever since the day of his Martial Soul Awakening, this most iconic item from Minecraft, which governed the rules of heaven and earth, had harbored an extreme rejection of the Douluo Continent.
No matter how he channeled his Soul Power or communicated with the Command Block, it continued to resist his summons. He could not make it appear.
He entered his bedroom. Inside, it was quiet and peaceful, its furnishings simple and clean, without the slightest extravagance or ostentation.
Xiao Chen slowly walked to the center of the bed and sat cross-legged, his back straight and his expression calm and composed.
He slowly closed his eyes and sank his entire mind into his Sea of Consciousness.
Today, he was going to properly study the Command Block. Surely it did not actually require Creative Mode to use?
But aside from the Wither and the Command Block, he currently had nothing related to Minecraft. Where was he supposed to get Creative Mode?
Hum-
A faint, obscure vibration of Soul Power sounded deep within his soul, and a thread of extremely unusual power emerged.
This power differed from every Soul Power attribute on the Douluo Continent. There was only an indifference that disregarded all living beings, stood above all things, and could define the rules of heaven and earth at will.
Faint pixelated light slowly flowed and gathered. A hazy, square outline faintly took shape. It was none other than his second Martial Soul, the Command Block!
But just as the block was about to take form, resistance suddenly appeared, and the Command Block dissipated once more.
It still resisted, even more fiercely than before.
Xiao Chen's brows drew together almost imperceptibly, but he did not grow impatient. With a shift of his mind, his consciousness instantly sank, plunging fully into his own Sea of Consciousness.
At the center of the Sea of Consciousness, the phantom of the Command Block hovered quietly, firmly rooted there.
The Command Block here was clearly much more solid, and its aura of rules was even stronger.
But what puzzled Xiao Chen most was the countless densely packed strings of black-and-white garbled text entwined around the Command Block, constantly flickering, twisting, and falling into disorder.
These unfamiliar characters flashed chaotically, sometimes breaking apart and dissipating, sometimes reforming anew. Layer upon layer wound around the Command Block, enclosing it like an intricate, enormous set of shackles.
Xiao Chen's consciousness stood at the center of the Sea of Consciousness, quietly gazing at the garbled text filling the sky. He suddenly realized: weren't these Minecraft commands?
"Could I be a creator god too?"
Excitement instantly surged within him.
Tang San's plans spanning ten thousand years were far more meticulous and unscrupulous than anyone imagined.
Tang San had long since planted countless chess pieces throughout the Douluo Continent: Tang Hao, Ah Yin, those two divine beasts...
All things lay upon the chessboard; all living beings were chess pieces.
Every course of fate in the Douluo Plane, every rise and fall of its powers, had been locked in ahead of time.
Any unexpected variable that escaped control would be suppressed and erased by the Plane Master, Tang Hao.
But the moment he thought of the Command Block's power in Minecraft, Xiao Chen grew confident in facing Great God King Tang's ten-thousand-year grand plan.
As long as the Command Block launched an attack, everything would get better.
The more fiercely it was resisted, the more that proved the Command Block possessed such power.
And with the Wither added to the mix-hiss... could it really be that thing, the Wither Storm!
At that same moment, deep within the Douluo Plane, in the untouched domain of the Plane Core.
This was the most primordial, most ancient source of the Douluo Plane, bearing the consciousness of heaven and earth and the origin power of the entire continent.
At its very center, an immense black hammer, ancient and heavy, weighed down upon all directions.
The Clear Sky Hammer was pitch-black throughout, boundless plane authority flowing around it. It hung heavily in the void, pressing firmly down on the restless, feeble plane consciousness and shackling the independent workings of this entire world.
Above the massive hammer, a burly figure stood in the void, his aura vast and immense.
It was none other than Tang Hao!
The Golden Dragon King's rampage had thrown the Divine Realm into turmoil, and space-time turbulence had swept through the entire Divine Realm.
With all power over the Divine Realm in Tang San's hands, and ten thousand years of planning behind him, how could he possibly let the Douluo Plane slip from his control? He had prepared a backup long ago.
And here Haozi was.
He suppressed the plane consciousness, nibbling away at the Douluo Plane's origin authority day after day, year after year, keeping a firm grip on the foundation of the entire continent for Tang San to prevent that ten-thousand-year grand plan from failing.
For ten thousand years, Tang Hao had advanced with care at every step, wearing away the plane consciousness's ability to resist bit by bit and eating away at the authority of heaven and earth. Everything had progressed steadily according to Tang San's plan, without the slightest error.
The plane consciousness weakened by the day, its authority gradually stolen by Tang Hao. Before long, the entire Douluo Plane would be reduced to the Tang Family's private property.
Then, once Tang San returned, their family could be reunited.
Yet over these past few days, a change without the slightest warning had completely disrupted the ten-thousand-year plan!
The once stable, deathly still plane authority had inexplicably fallen into disorder, and vast amounts of the plane's origin power belonging to him were continually draining away.
The plane authority he had painstakingly gnawed away at, pouring years of blood and sweat into acquiring, was rapidly draining away and weakening at a rate visible to the naked eye!
There had clearly been no earth-shattering war between planes, no invasion by enemies from another world, no sign of the origin collapsing. The Douluo Plane was calm and peaceful, yet the plane authority under his control kept draining away!
"Why..."
Tang Hao's mountainlike body heaved violently. His heavy, rapid panting echoed through the deathly silent void, and his once steady, unruffled composure crumbled to pieces.
His eyes were blood-red, filled with hideous, terrifying blood vessels. The disordered power of the plane around him churned and raged wildly. His once imposing, composed bearing had vanished without a trace, leaving only impotent fury and fear.
This was the most critical moment for suppressing the plane consciousness and completely absorbing its authority. Not the slightest mistake could be allowed.
The inexplicable loss of the Douluo Plane's authority amounted to directly sabotaging the grand plan Tang San had spent ten thousand years devising, finally luring the Abyss Plane over with such difficulty, and destroying the Tang Family's foundation for generations to come!
How was he supposed to save the Douluo Continent from fire and flood then?
He absolutely refused to believe that the plane consciousness, already pinned firmly beneath the Clear Sky Hammer and barely clinging to life, still had the ability to strike back and cause trouble.
Aside from the plane consciousness he had already suppressed, the only possibility could be something from another plane!
"Who is it?!"
Tang Hao abruptly raised his head, his blood-red eyes sweeping across the entire Douluo Continent. His furious roar shook the entire space, carrying towering rage.
"Who is it that dares secretly sabotage Little San's ten-thousand-year grand plan?!"
"You have simply courted your own death!"
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