Twenty-five years after ascending to godhood, Tang San no longer bore the warmth that once made him a legend revered by all. The kindness in his eyes had long vanished, replaced by a cold, absolute gaze that seemed to pierce through laws, fate, and even time itself. The continent had changed—but so had he.
Now fully awakened as a Supreme God, Tang San was no longer merely a guardian of this world. He was its ruler.
The planes had stabilized, and Douluo Continent was no longer a limited realm bound by divine rules set by the God Realm. It had broken free. That freedom had a cost—for the former gods who remained in the shadows, hoping to retake control. But Tang San crushed them, one after another, with terrifying precision.
The ten divine rings circling behind him glowed with omnipotent light, but their aura was suffocating, radiating a pressure that turned the skies dark and the earth silent. Each of his god rings was a creation of his own Supreme Godhood, born from the laws he now embodied. Each was a million years old, eternal, unmatched, and eternal for both his dual spirits. They were no longer spirit rings, but divine principles forged into form.
Xiao Wu, now wielding an Elite Godhood shaped by her spirit beast heritage, stood beside him with ten soul rings of her own—each one a million years in age as well. Yet her rings were for her single spirit only, honed and fused to complement her nature as a divine being.
Together, they confronted the remaining gods of the Douluo Plane.
The battlefield was simple: the skies over the once-sacred God Realm altar. Tang San floated calmly in the air as four former gods—remnants of the old order—appeared in a desperate bid to reclaim control.
"You have gone too far, Tang San!" roared one of them. "You were once a protector of this world—what have you become?!"
Tang San raised a hand. A single gesture silenced the heavens. Space shattered around his fingers.
"I have become what this world needed," he answered coldly. "A sovereign who answers to no realm, no law, and no god but himself."
With that, the battle began. If it could be called a battle.
The gods struck with their full might, hurling divine techniques capable of annihilating cities, but Tang San didn't move. His divine rings spun, and one after another, his godhood laws unraveled their attacks as if they were mere ripples in a pond.
With one step, he appeared before the strongest god among them. His palm touched the god's chest, and the divine light inside the being extinguished instantly.
"One breath," Tang San said, his voice devoid of emotion. "That's all your so-called divinity amounted to."
The others fled. He let them.
He no longer saw value in revenge—only results. And the result was this: the entire Douluo Plane, from the lowest village to the farthest spirit beast forest, now belonged to him.
A single clan remained across all realms: the Tang Clan. All others had been absorbed, erased, or submitted. His word was law. His will was fate.
The plane itself had changed under his authority. No longer weak, it now thrummed with divine potential. Cultivators could reach 100th level here naturally, and spirit energy density rivaled that of ancient divine domains.
More terrifying, Tang San's plane was now a node in the cosmic multiverse—linked to other worlds through planes he had conquered or influenced. His Tang Clan stretched into multiple realms, and with each new integration, he forged new divine rules, rewriting the paths of cultivation across dimensions.
He did not rule with mercy.
All resistance was crushed. When the Spirit Empire tried to revive under a new heir, Tang San wiped them out in a single day. Over 800 titled douluo-level cultivators perished. He spared no one who defied his order—not gods, not sects, not armies.
And when a realm attempted to isolate itself from his influence, he used Xiao Wu's divine technique—"Domain of Spirit Annihilation"—to sever it from the multiverse entirely, reducing it to a dead plane, barren and disconnected forever.
Tang San had become not a guardian.
But a ruler.
A sovereign god.
No one questioned his methods. Not after they saw what happened to those who resisted. And within the Tang Clan, fear and reverence became one. No one dared speak without permission. Even his former companions and elders addressed him with bowed heads.
Xiao Wu remained his only light. Her calm smile and quiet presence were his last link to the man he used to be. But even she had grown colder, her spirit beast instincts adapting to divine dominance.
Together, they forged a technique no one else could comprehend.
"Body of the Eternal Plane."
A method of slow, absolute physical evolution—designed not for speed but permanence. Each day of cultivation strengthened their divine bodies by a mere 0.01%—but over 25 years, Tang San had already reached a 1% increase in all aspects of his physique. Not divine essence—his body.
A divine being's body increasing by even a single percent was unprecedented.
Only two could cultivate this technique—Tang San and Xiao Wu. None else had the qualification. It was their final preparation.
For the day when the Outer Realms—the ones truly beyond comprehension—would notice what he had done.
The day the true Supreme Gods beyond this cosmos would descend.
And when that time came…
Tang San would