Fang Yang's Emperor-Level aura gradually faded.
The suffocating pressure vanished, leaving only profound silence.
His voice remained steady:
"Senior Liu Yang, Uncle Su—I trust you'll honor your word."
"Fang Yang, rest assured," Liu Yang vowed solemnly, resolve unshakable.
"We've laid bare our truth—betrayal is unthinkable."
Su Tao nodded firmly, face grim.
Fang Yang acknowledged with a nod: "Then let's discuss the matter at hand."
"Agreed," Liu Yang replied.
Fang Yang asked directly: "Is it truly impossible to break through to godhood in the Douluo Plane?"
"Yes," Liu Yang confirmed, voice heavy.
"Now, only four paths remain to transcend mortality and ascend to godhood:
Inherit a divine throne
2. Forge a throne through all living beings' faith
3. Ascend via bloodline apotheosis
4. Comprehend cosmic laws and self-create a throne!"
Fang Yang fell silent, mind racing.
The Divine Realm had vanished—divine inheritance was severed.
Even if it existed, Tang San would never permit another's ascension!
Faith-based ascension? Impossible—the continent's devotion belonged solely to Tang San.
Bloodline apotheosis? Only spirit beasts could tread that path.
Self-creation? Crushed under Plane Lord Tang Hao's tyranny.
Liu Yang saw his doubt, speaking firmly:
"Fang Yang—fear not. We've prepared contingencies."
"I'm not afraid," Fang Yang replied calmly, confidence absolute.
"Ah…" Liu Yang suddenly understood, eyes sharpening.
"What is your contingency?" Fang Yang pressed.
Liu Yang inhaled deeply, voice dropping to a whisper:
"Divine Inheritance."
"Divine Inheritance?"
Fang Yang's eyes flashed with surprise.
He hadn't expected the Seven Consciousnesses to hold such profound reserves!
"These thrones are our final trump card," Liu Yang said gravely.
Fang Yang mused, then asked: "What thrones do you possess?"
Before Liu Yang could answer, Su Tao interjected:
"We prepared the End Throne for you… but now—it seems you need no such gift."
Reverence tinged his voice: "Anomaly King who traverses planes, Formless Sovereign who commands fate!"
"Are there other thrones?" Fang Yang frowned inwardly.
One throne wouldn't suffice—he needed many.
Su Tao hesitated, glancing at Liu Yang—some decisions weren't his to make.
Liu Yang stepped forward: "Lan—let me handle this."
Su Tao retreated silently.
"I can grant you all thrones we hold," Liu Yang declared, gaze deep as abyss.
"But there are conditions."
Fang Yang smirked: "Of course. Nothing is free."
"The End Throne is our gift—a token of goodwill," Liu Yang explained. "For the rest… you must fulfill one task."
"Speak," Fang Yang said evenly.
"Help us slay Tang Hao, reclaim the Plane Lord's authority, and oppose Tang San and his Divine Realm."
Liu Yang's voice rang with iron resolve.
"Accepted," Fang Yang replied without hesitation.
Liu Yang bowed deeply, voice trembling:
"Zi, on behalf of all life on this plane, thanks you, Great Fang Yang. Your grace is unforgettable."
"No need for formalities—we each gain what we seek," Fang Yang deflected, calm as still water.
"Good," Liu Yang straightened, no further words.
He raised a hand—soul power swirling.
A golden orb materialized—etched with countless runes, radiating divine might.
"Take them—all thrones are yours."
Fang Yang accepted the orb, spiritual sense probing.
Instantly, he perceived myriad thrones—each unique, yet equally profound.
"One more thing," Liu Yang added, face grave.
"That boy beside you—Tang Wulin—his true identity is…"
"The Sea God's son," Fang Yang finished flatly.
"You knew?" Liu Yang gaped, then laughed ruefully. "With your power, ignorance would be stranger!"
"And the Silver Dragon King? The spirit beasts' future?" Liu Yang pressed, hopeful.
"I'll handle it—no need to worry," Fang Yang dismissed.
Liu Yang nodded wisely—asking no more.
"Ah—" Liu Yang remembered something, palm flipping.
Golden light coalesced into an ancient scepter—runes pulsing with primordial power.
"A token of our gratitude—and recompense. May you cherish it."
Fang Yang took the scepter, feeling its oceanic power.
"Thank you, Senior Liu Yang," he said, storing both orb and scepter into his Heavenly Flame Orb.
"If nothing else—I'll take my leave," Fang Yang bowed.
"Go," Liu Yang granted.
As Fang Yang exited, his body swayed.
He clamped a hand over his mouth—crimson blood seeped through his fingers.
He wiped his lips, exhaustion flashing in his eyes.
"Emperor-Level aura… too much to sustain…" he whispered.
That awe-inspiring pressure wasn't his own—it was borrowed from the Heavenly Flame Orb, forcing his body beyond its limits.
Now, meridians burned, energy rebelled—the internal injuries ran deep.
But he had no choice.
In this game of thrones, without overwhelming power, he'd be a pawn—not a player.
He needed to terrify even the Plane Spirits—to seize equality… or dominance.
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Heavenly Spirit Pagoda— Inner Chamber
Su Tao frowned at Liu Yang: "Zi—why deceive him?"
"We both know our fractured authority couldn't possibly spy on Fang Yang!"
"Lan—we had no choice," Liu Yang sighed.
"If I didn't force his hand, we'd have zero chance against Tang Hao!"
Plane Lord Tang Hao—Second-Tier God—could unleash First-Tier God combat prowess!
And behind him loomed the true terror:
Tang San—the "pure-hearted" Sea God, "upright" Asura God, "devoted" disciple… and master of hypocrisy!
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