Prehistoric Arsenal, Eternal God-Slaying War Weapons Emerge

Longevity Sect, Cloudsea Main Peak.

The Primordial Dao Disk slowly sank into the earth's core, its ancient, vast aura of origin quietly flowing across the entire continent.

All Martial Spirit shackles shattered. The acquired Soul Ring System was completely abolished, and the decayed rules the gods had established over millions of years were uprooted entirely.

Mortals reforged their bodies, Soul Beasts liberated their bloodlines, and humanity no longer hunted its own kind or slaughtered one another. Living beings were no longer bound by rank. The Douluo World was utterly transformed, returning to the pure and peaceful primordial age of origin.

Li Xuan stood in white robes against the wind, his indifferent gaze piercing through the rock layers and locking onto the Ancient Secret Realm buried in the earth's core for countless ages.

The system panel surfaced clearly, its information entirely accurate.

[Current Shock Points Balance: 386,500,000.]

[Secret Realm Unlocked: Prehistoric Ultimate Arsenal, fully opened.]

[Weapon Grade: Transcendent God-Tier, Ancient Primordial God-Slaying Artifact, ignores divine defenses.]

[Weapon Trait: Innately suppresses Divine Realm laws, vastly more powerful than the natal divine weapons of Supreme Gods.]

The destruction of the Divine Realm was merely the end. The war legacy left behind by Prehistoric Civilization was the Douluo World's true foundation.

When the prehistoric beings fought the first generation of gods, they had not done so empty-handed.

They forged endless supreme weapons of slaughter and created Eternal God-Slaying War Weapons and armor, using mortal foundations to contend head-on against divine might. Had the gods not despicably detonated the Plane Origin and altered the laws of heaven and earth, ancient civilization would never have perished.

Buzz—!

The platinum Sky Screen once again stretched across the heavens, clearly displaying the countless wonders of the earth's core.

[Fourth Chapter of the New Era: Ancient Weapon Cache.]

[To oppose the gods in prehistoric times, endless God-Slaying War Weapons were forged.]

[Gods cannot match weapons; mortals can slay the heavens. Ancient divine weapons can all slaughter gods and destroy the Dao.]

The icy narration resounded throughout the continent, shaking the minds of countless living beings to their core.

They had previously believed that Supreme Gods represented the ceiling of combat power, that divine weapons were invincible in the world.

Only now did they understand that the divine weapons forged by ancient humans innately suppressed gods and were far more terrifying than Divine Position treasures.

The earth trembled violently as layer upon layer of rock cracked apart.

Deep within the earth-core ruins, a heavy and ancient bronze gate slowly opened.

Countless cold flashes shot into the sky, piercing through ten thousand meters of crust and soaring straight into the clouds.

Their frigid edges tore through space, while their vast killing intent shook the four seas. Even from thousands of miles away, they still chilled people to the bone.

Greatswords filled the underground, long halberds crisscrossed one another, war blades gleamed with chilling light, and battle armor radiated immortal divine brilliance.

The enormous arsenal stretched for thousands of miles, where ancient weapons of primitive forms and savage patterns lay silently dormant.

There was no dazzling divine radiance, no sacred halo—only pure tyranny and an unstoppable aura of slaughter.

Above the former site of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Chen clenched his fists, sensing the ancient fighting spirit that arose from deep within his bloodline. His aged body trembled violently.

He had devoted his life to the hammer path, pursuing the strongest attack power in the world. After his Martial Spirit shattered, the martial path of his fleshly body had completely returned to its ancient essence.

"Primordial Hammer Art, Ancient Battle Body... So the pinnacle I pursued all my life had already existed billions of years ago."

The phantom of an Ancient Great Hammer spanning mountains slowly emerged. Its hammerhead was etched with primordial Dao patterns, and a single strike could shatter a Divine Godhead.

Tang Chen instantly attained enlightenment. His hammer path rapidly transformed, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, far surpassing even his peak Title Douluo days.

Sea God Island waters.

Bo Saixi stared at the rift linking the deep sea to the earth's core, her eyes filled with astonishment.

The Ancient Water-Pattern War Spear floated silently, innately controlling the origin of the four seas and ignoring all divine suppression over water.

The Sea God had once relied on his Divine Position to control the ocean, while ancient ancestors could rule the vast seas with nothing more than a war spear.

Above Spirit City.

The nether aura around Bibi Dong was pure and condensed. Her acquired Rakshasa Martial Spirit completely dissipated, while her Primordial Nether Battle Body fully awakened.

A pitch-black Umbral Shadow Scythe beneath the earth slowly bloomed with cold light. It specialized in severing divine souls and destroying divine hearts—the very ancient treasure created to restrain the souls of gods.

At the peak of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Di Tian's dragon might rippled outward, and his enormous beastly body involuntarily bowed in reverence.

The Prehistoric Fierce-Beast Battle Armor and Ancient Dragon-Pattern Battle Claw were quietly displayed deep within the arsenal. They were the exclusive weapons ancient Soul Beasts had used to fight the gods.

After the shackles on million-year Soul Beasts shattered, the Dragon Clan's ancient bloodline resonated with the divine weapons from afar.

Qian Renxue stood amid the clouds, sensing the ancient sharpness that filled the sky.

The Angel God's sacred halo had long since faded, and she no longer relied on the power of a Divine Position. The Ancient Light Battle Sword matched her origin. Without the support of a Divine Godhead, it could still sever all sacred illusions.

Every powerful figure across the continent was stunned by the earth-core arsenal.

Ordinary people shed the restraints of their Martial Spirits, their bodies continuously growing stronger; weak Soul Beasts broke free of lifespan limits, their talents able to grow without end; hidden sects emerged one after another to seek ancient martial inheritances.

Everyone understood that from this day onward, the Douluo World would no longer depend on Divine Positions, Soul Rings, or the gifts of gods.

They would prove the Dao through their bodies, use ancient divine weapons to break ten thousand laws, and fight the heavens with their primordial origins.

A remote Barren Mountain.

Tang San sat alone on a cold boulder, staring at the frigid light of countless divine weapons rising into the sky, his heart filled with endless desolation.

He had relied all his life on soul bones, Martial Spirits, and opportunities bestowed by gods.

He had desperately seized the innate bloodline talents others were born with; the ancient inheritances others could obtain with ease were things he would never be fated to touch.

Now, the entire populace had broken free of their shackles. Everyone could obtain ancient fortune, and everyone had a chance to wield God-Slaying War Weapons.

Only he was permanently sealed by the Heavenly Dao's restriction, cut off from every opportunity, every transformation, and every rebirth.

He had once been the continent's favored son of destiny, admired by all and blessed beyond measure.

Now, the era had changed, the old rules had collapsed, and a new age had arrived. He had completely become a worthless man abandoned by the times.

"The era has changed..."

Tang San murmured softly, his voice hoarse with despair.

Martial Spirits were useless, soul bones had become obsolete, and Divine Positions were cheap.

Everything he had pursued his entire life had become utterly worthless.

Xiao Wu stood among the trees, sensing the vigorous ancient aura between heaven and earth.

The origin of her soft bones had become completely pure, no longer bound by the fate of sacrifice. She naturally comprehended the Ancient Soft-Bone Combat Art. Without Soul Ring support, her combat power far surpassed her peak as a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast.

She calmly looked toward the Barren Mountain, without pity or lingering attachment.

The grievances of the past had completely come to an end. The old Tang San had long since died, and all that remained was a lonely shell consumed by regret.

The ruins of the high-altitude battlefield.

One prehistoric divine weapon after another slowly flew out from the earth's core, scattering across the continent.

God-Slaying Greatswords, Demon-Bane Halberds, Netherworld Battle Scythes, Mountain-Subduing Battle Armor...

Ancient weapons were neither monopolized nor exclusively claimed. Following the opportunities of heaven and earth, they fell into the hands of those destined to receive them.

The strong obtained heavy weapons, the weak received inheritances, mortals gained powerful bodies, and all living beings received something.

There was no favoritism, no destined fate, no naturally favored child.

Every opportunity depended entirely on one's own character, comprehension, and fortune.

[Ding! Detected the full opening of the Prehistoric Arsenal. Ancient inheritances have spread across the continent!]

[Martial Dao Shock Points Gained: +11,800,000!]

[Era Transition Points Gained: +10,900,000!]

[Current Shock Points Balance: 409,200,000!]

[Ultimate Secret Unlocked: The prehistoric enemy beyond the realm was not only the Divine Realm!]

Cloudsea Hall of the Longevity Sect.

Li Xuan raised his eyes toward the endless void, his gaze deep and distant.

The Divine Realm was merely one of the forces that had invaded the Douluo World.

When Prehistoric Civilization had fought the gods in bloody battle, it had not been defeated by the Divine Realm. Rather, enemies from beyond the heavens had surrounded them, and warfare between planes had never ceased.

The destruction of the Divine Realm did not mean the crisis was over.

Deeper, older, and more terrifying plane threats had always been watching the Douluo World from within the darkness.

"The Divine Realm has fallen, and the ancient age has revived."

"Weapons have emerged, and the martial path will flourish."

"But the Douluo World's story is far from over."

His cool voice spread through heaven and earth, instantly awakening everyone.

Everyone had believed that overthrowing the gods meant eternal peace, never realizing that after the continent's rebirth, they would face even more perilous challenges from countless worlds.

The silver-white Sky Screen gradually dimmed. A line of blood-red words with golden radiance deeply branded themselves upon the ancient heavens:

[Next Chapter: Crisis of Myriad Worlds!]

[Dark Alien Races Descend, and the Douluo World's ancient enemy awakens!]

The flames of war had not died, and the era would not rest.

Having broken free from the shackles of gods, the Douluo World was about to face the Dark Cataclysm that spanned the heavens.