Chapter 48: Longevity Plague Calamity Ancestor (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Tang San and the others naturally witnessed Lu Chun's series of actions, yet they remained motionless until he hurled that unknown object beyond the grand formation.

It was not that they lacked the desire to intervene, but by this stage, the entirety of their divine avatars' power had been sacrificed into the grand formation, leaving them utterly devoid of the strength to stop him.

Tang San declared, "Regardless of his intentions, let us prioritize the seal above all else."

Fortuitously, the present Douluo Planet had become his absolute domain. Within this celestial body, no single event or entity could escape his omniscient gaze, freeing him from the need for any further apprehension.

The avatar dissolved entirely into pure divine power. Four distinct forces, embodying the supreme authority of this stellar region, intertwined before connecting with the power of the world, solidifying the grand formation completely.

Suppression, extraction, and confinement!

A barrage of karmic chains coiled tightly around Lu Chun's limbs. From behind came the sharp sound of tearing flesh as two brutal chains violently pierced his shoulder blades!

This isolated expanse of space was sinking, swallowed by boundless darkness.

The smile never faded from Lu Chun's face. Sinking into this abyss of darkness, he narrowed his eyes slightly, curled his body, and drifted off into a dream.

He murmured softly, uttering what sounded like sleep-talk.

"...Waiting for you to enter my dream..."

...

Beyond the heavens, watching that region vanish completely from the planet's surface, Tang San wore a smile. "It is done."

Though this unexpected crisis had traversed numerous twists and turns, and he himself had suffered several humiliating indignities, the outcome was ultimately favorable. While the other God Kings had suffered losses to varying degrees, he had reaped the greatest rewards.

His father had successfully ascended as the Plane Lord, thereby fulfilling the most crucial component of his grand blueprint, leaving no further obstacles in his path.

From this moment onward, his influence and authority within the Divine Realm would elevate substantially.

His gaze flickered toward the God of Destruction in the distance, only to find the latter glaring back at him with icy hostility.

Tang San felt only contempt and disdain. What did it matter if the other possessed superior strength? What did it matter if his seniority was greater? A dull mind rendered everything useless in the end.

To be the very author of the rules yet remain bound by them—how utterly tedious.

Despite this, he maintained his composure on the surface, offering praise, "My friends, that we have succeeded so smoothly is entirely thanks to all of you."

"Hmph!"

Fully aware that he had been manipulated, the God of Destruction let out a cold snort, and with a flick of his sleeve, departed alongside the pale-faced Goddess of Life.

The God of Goodness and the God of Evil said nothing further, quietly withdrawing as was their customary fashion.

Noticing that he was now the sole God King remaining, Tang San surveyed his surroundings. Looking toward the gathered deities who had come to watch the spectacle, he smiled and asked, "Why have you all gathered here?"

Hearing this, no matter how intense their curiosity, the deities promptly dispersed.

Only Xiao Wu remained by his side.

Clinging to Tang San's arm, Xiao Wu asked with concern, "Third Brother, are you alright?"

In trouble? How could he possibly be in trouble?

Tang San burst into hearty laughter. "I am fine. I am wonderful, better than ever before!"

"Xiao Wu, before long, you will be able to enter and leave the Douluo Continent freely."

Seeing the perplexity on Xiao Wu's face, Tang San offered no further explanation, turning his gaze directly toward Douluo Planet. Although that foreign deity had been sealed, the lingering aftereffects remained and had to be eradicated root and branch.

Especially those final actions of his—they might well have been a contingency plan. Tang San searched for them with intense focus.

Yet the moment he projected his divine sense, a sharp, piercing agony struck him as though his eyeballs were being pricked by needles.

Without even pausing to comprehend the situation, he roared furiously toward the plane core, "Father! Purge all traces of that foreign deity from Douluo Planet!"

However, after waiting for a long while, no response echoed back. At last, he sensed that something was gravely amiss and resolved to enter Douluo Planet in person.

"Bang! Crackle, sizzle!"

A tempest of shattered laws swept toward him, forcing him to hastily raise his divine power in defense.

The fractured laws landed upon his divine power, corroding and eroding it relentlessly like concentrated sulfuric acid.

Horrified, Tang San quickly retreated. His expression turned grim, as he never anticipated that the consequences of shattering the laws could be so catastrophic.

The crystal barrier enveloping Douluo Planet was entirely consumed by identical storms of fractured laws, possessing terrifying corrosiveness. Ordinary second or third-tier deities would be obliterated instantly upon approach, and even God Kings would find it exceedingly difficult to withstand fully, let alone traverse this tempest to reach the interior of Douluo Planet.

As for why his father had not transmitted any recovery, it was likely because he was desperately struggling to untangle those shattered laws—a process whose duration was entirely unknown.

Throughout this period, not only was intervention impossible for him, but even remote surveillance was completely cut off.

Tang San detested unexpected variables, for they disrupted his calculations and caused the trajectory of his grand script to spiral out of control.

He pinned the blame for all of this squarely upon the foreign deity. With a gaze of venomous malice, he resolved that once the law tempest subsided, he would completely obliterate the entity beyond all recognition!

Simultaneously, he glanced quietly at Xiao Wu beside him, a look of deep anxiety crossing his features. To execute his grand scheme, he had long since sent his little Qi into Douluo Planet; he could only hope this upheaval would not affect her.

...

As the saying goes, flowers bloom on separate branches, each displaying its own splendor.

The catastrophes triggered by the shattering of laws within Douluo Planet were far from over. The sudden destruction of the Douling Empire and the Heavenly Soul Empire's open declaration of renaming itself the Heaven Dou Empire were both earth-shattering events, yet all major factions were currently overwhelmed to the point of exhaustion, leaving them utterly incapable of attending to other matters.

Disasters continued to cascade, with natural calamities and man-made tragedies erupting concurrently. The numerous evil soul masters who had long hidden in the shadows naturally refused to let go of this heaven-sent opportunity. Countless lives and vast wealth were lost as an evil soul master organization known as the Holy Spirit Cult abruptly emerged before the eyes of the world.

The sheer scale of its power terrified all major factions, who were forced to divide their dwindling energy between disaster relief and suppressing these opportunists.

Among the numerous decrees issued by the various powers, one was prominently highlighted in red: the liquidation of all believers of Abundance, mandating the execution of anyone who worshipped the God of Abundance, regardless of the consequences!

This was not merely because they understood that this calamity had been orchestrated by the deities to seal away a foreign god, but more importantly because the legacy he left behind had spawned a far graver catastrophe.

Those who had once listened to his discourse beneath his seat—those who had grasped a mere shred of alchemy from the *Taiyin Corpse-Disseverance and Metamorphic Scripture*—finally overcame their terror on their deathbeds and began practicing this method of longevity.

Yet the insights comprehended by each individual differed, resulting in divergent methods of alchemy: fire-refining, earth-refining, water-refining, and even alchemy utilizing human lives!

As pills of various monstrosities emerged from the cauldrons, each practitioner became convinced that everyone else was wrong and only they were right. Consuming these creations led to unpredictable and terrifying transformations.

Some succeeded, yet mutated into creatures fundamentally distinct from humanity—some grew fish tails and could only survive in water, while others transformed into trees, forever bound to a single location.

Worse still were the failures, who degenerated and twisted into immortal, indestructible aberrations with chaotic and frenzied minds. Many of these were the ancestors of major sects; their sudden corruption dealt devastating blows to their respective factions. Out of rage and hatred, these twisted entities were collectively branded as Abundant Abominations.

Yet this failed to halt the spread of the longevity arts. Countless individuals continued to stake everything for extended life, and the phenomenon propagated like a plague.

In addition to natural disasters and man-made calamities, Douluo Continent suffered from yet another affliction known as the Longevity Blight.

Fueled by resentment and terror, the populace increasingly came to refer to the God of Abundance by a new moniker—

The Patriarch of Longevity and Blight!

(End of Volume One.)