Chapter 247: How a God King's Bias Slowed the Douluo Plane's Growth!
Leng Yaoyu nodded, her cool, steady voice resounding through the room. "The principle of using high-tier holy energy to suppress demonic radiation is sound. The Holy Angel family is best suited to provide a divine core to serve as the shield's foundation. However, with current output, coverage and intensity can only ensure containment within a ten-kilometer radius around the gate. Residual corruption beyond that range will require other solutions."
Though they'd conquered the Demon Plane, they lacked any means as refined as Jiang Chen's Golden and Silver Dragon Spears—artifacts capable of devouring foreign energy and transforming it into pure, vital life force.
The Federation would have to rely on research and technology instead.
And the natural enemy of hellish energy—the Holy Angel family—was the ideal cornerstone for this project.
Le Zheng'en spoke solemnly. "The Holy Angel clan will assume our duty without hesitation. We'll mobilize all sanctified soul masters and holy-conversion storage arrays to ensure stable energy output. However…"
His gaze swept sharply over the holographic map. "The energy core must remain under absolute protection. It requires a guarding force of the highest caliber."
Indeed, while the Demon Plane's external threat was over, internal risks remained.
No one could guarantee that Shrek Academy wouldn't interfere—or that the Holy Spirit Church wouldn't attempt something desperate.
No one believed that cult would simply fade away quietly.
With the external arrangements finalized, attention shifted inevitably to what truly mattered—operations, deployments, and resource allocation.
The room tensed. Uniforms rustled. Every major general straightened subconsciously.
Dong Zi'an, commander of the Western Legion, let out a deep, grating laugh—the kind only a battlefield veteran could produce. The "Fierce Wolf" radiated savage energy.
"Protection?" he barked. "Let the demon whelps come! My Western Legion has men ready to die on their feet! And as for spoils—no one sits back sipping soup while we charge through blood and fire! We attack, we take, we own. Metal veins, essence of life—everything worth having is won through slaughter!"
Then his eyes narrowed dangerously. "And certain people here wouldn't dream of selling the Federation's interests... would they?"
The barb hit its mark directly across the table. His glare pinned Yu Guanzhi of the Central Corps in place.
Everyone knew the Central Legion's deep ties with Shrek Academy. Over the years, whispers had grown—claims that Shrek still influenced federal decisions from the shadows.
After all, the Federation had been forged from the old Sun Moon Empire, but with the name and power reshuffled, Shrek had somehow emerged wielding more influence than ever.
Many moderates and peace advocates within government were still Shrek-aligned.
Yu Guanzhi, Commander of the Central Army—the "Divine Brush" Douluo—was one such bridge, his legion often cooperating tactically with Shrek and Tang Sect forces.
Refined but commanding, he met Dong Zi'an's sneer with a faint, knowing smile.
"General Dong's valor is beyond question," he said mildly. "In open battle, we'll all rely on your offense. But sweeping across realms isn't won by brute strength alone. Spatial mapping, intel analysis, formation suppression, supply coordination—all gears in the machine. This isn't just a conquest—it's about preserving our entire world's stability."
He gestured toward the hovering map. "The Clear Sky experts excel at gravity and spatial control, while the Body Sect's Master Mu Ye offers unmatched assault capabilities with his god-tier mecha. We'll need every tool, every alliance."
After all, though the Federation had beaten the Demon Plane's armies, sweeping through its entire world wasn't work for a handful of Limit Douluo.
War was a machine—an army's work, not duels between deities.
Sitting beside the Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, the Body Sect's Mu Ye narrowed his eyes. Power radiated from him like a mountain pressing down, his Level 94 spiritual strength suffusing the air until everyone nearby felt their breath catch.
He never looked at the others—only at the flickering hologram of the Demon Gate. His voice was metallic and steady.
"The Body Sect will lead the charge," he declared.
Against the hostile environment of the Demon Plane, only soul masters with immense physical endurance could operate for long periods.
And no school produced tougher bodies than the Body Sect.
Though centuries past their golden age, their physical cultivation methods were still unparalleled—just ruinously expensive.
Mu Ye's reason for joining the mission was simple: he needed materials and wealth to preserve what remained of his Sect.
In the corner, the representative of the secluded Clear Sky Clan finally spoke—a man in his forties, reserved and precise.
"The gravitational anchor coordinates have been confirmed," he said calmly. "Our sect will complete the final reinforcement of the Spatial Stabilizer within three days. However, devouring another plane is dangerous—feeding a tiger that might turn on its master. The life energy contained within it is vast and chaotic. Extraction, purification, and equitable division will be the true test—more complex than constructing any soul cannon array. If mishandled, the backlash between planes would destroy us all. Every inch of Douluo soil could be wiped away."
He hesitated, then added quietly, "Though absent today, the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect's appraisal abilities might prove useful for classifying and partitioning energy sources precisely."
At that, several pairs of eyes gleamed with interest.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Sect—formerly the Seven Treasure—still held its place as the greatest auxiliary spirit lineage in history.
Even now, though limited to soul master rank 79, the augmentation potential of their pagoda spirit remained unmatched. Their centuries of energy appraisal experience and crystal refinement techniques could be invaluable here.
For all their modest military power, their wealth rivaled that of entire Corps—and even the Clear Sky Clan, now a Federation partner in metalcraft, couldn't compare financially.
Even the old rivalries of the Three Great Sects might find unity again under such stakes.
Then Zhang Huanyun, Bright Mirror Douluo and Commander of the Blood God Legion, who guarded the Abyss Passage for years, finally spoke. His tone was heavy with experience.
"The Demon Plane may be weaker than ours," he said slowly, "but its core will resist. Planar consciousness does not submit willingly. If we force the fusion—"
He paused.
"The collision of two plane wills could be catastrophic."
"The very channels we're constructing may shatter under that stress."
He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "We'll need a stabilizing center—a core anchor capable of enduring and guiding both planes' surging forces. Something vast enough to bear the load."
He gave a faint, bitter laugh. "Perhaps that so-called Golden Tree of Shrek could serve—but…"
He let the statement hang unfinished, its implication as sharp as a blade.
(END CHAPTER)
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