Especially those Freemen who had received power from the Blood Floss Cursed Disciples felt an unprecedented sense of ease on this planet.
Some were so happy that they laughed until they could barely catch their breath, yet still could not stop.
Especially since smiles were more contagious than sorrow.
After hearing others laugh, they could not help laughing as well. It was like a virus spreading again; even those who had previously been reserved could no longer hold back in the face of the joy around them.
Some, needing to catch their breath and ease the pain in their laughing stomachs, hurried back into their homes and covered their ears with blankets. Yet smiles still overflowed from the corners of their mouths as they experienced an unprecedented sense of relief.
All of this was because the strange thread-like substance that had originally existed within their bodies had constantly interfered with their will, like cancer cells.
Even though the black dome had caused their emotions to shift at extreme speed, temporarily forcing that substance out of their bodies, the substance nourished by their souls was like a blood relative to them. How could its connection to them be severed so easily?
So even though Wu Heng had gathered up those thread-like substances, that connection still remained.
Only when he raised his hand and began crushing the translucent planet, purifying the substance within, did they feel the grief of losing something akin to a beloved relative.
And when those thread-like substances turned liquid, the connection between all humanity and them began to be severed.
The pain they had previously mistaken for the death of a beloved relative or child was, in truth, merely the shackles binding them.
Though, to some extent, children truly were a kind of shackle.
But the shackles formed