A Golden Age for Humanity, No Gods for Eternity

The Sky Screen faded away, and the white light dispersed.

Since the gods descended upon this land countless ages ago, the skies of Douluo had, for the first time, become utterly clean, leaving only pure, crystal-clear blue.

There were no sacred rays, no dark mist, no Sky Screen, no subtitles or scrolling comments filling the heavens.

Yet everyone clearly remembered that the silvery-white screen had accompanied the continent through its darkest years.

The seventh day after the great war.

Douluo Continent had completely recovered its vitality. The entire continent had cast off its former deathly stillness and heaviness. Mountains and rivers were lush and green, spiritual energy was thick as water, and even the breeze carried a sweet freshness.

The once-ruined cities had been rebuilt by the people themselves. Lush vegetation sprouted from scorched earth, rivers flowed endlessly, and the land brimmed with life.

There was no divine manipulation, no deception of reincarnation, no man-made shackles.

The martial soul system had completely vanished. Ordinary people possessed powerful bodies, children could draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from birth, Soul Beasts lived freely, and the Sea Clan swam through the deep ocean.

A true golden age for humanity slowly began.

Spirit City.

Bibi Dong sat in the Papal Palace, dressed solemnly in black, her expression calm.

She abolished every old institution of Spirit Hall, destroyed every doctrine left behind by the gods, eliminated class divisions, and declared that the human race would no longer be divided by birth or bloodline. All were equal.

On the streets, commoners, soul masters, and martial artists walked side by side.

No one discriminated against useless martial souls anymore. No one hunted soul rings anymore. There was no more killing or strife. The marketplaces were lively and peaceful, with cooking smoke curling into the air.

There was no Sky Screen in the heavens, yet its imprint remained in the hearts of everyone across the continent.

Simple white jade steles, spontaneously erected by ordinary people, could be seen everywhere along the streets. Only four words were carved upon them: The White-Robed Protector.

The people of the city often looked up at the sky. Even though the Sky Screen was gone, they still habitually missed it.

[Comments (remaining virtual comments, spontaneously formed from the thoughts of the people, faint and translucent)]

[It feels so good not to have gods hanging over our heads anymore.]

[I used to dream of the Divine Realm passing judgment upon us. Now I know that we are free.]

[The Sky Screen is gone, but I will never forget that white-robed ruler for the rest of my life.]

[No gods, no calamities—this is what Douluo should have been like.]

Sea God Island.

The vast sea was calm and still, its azure waters clear to the bottom.

Bo Saixi stood upon the shore, her silver hair gently rising in the wind as she gazed tenderly toward the boundless ocean.

The Sea Clan had been completely liberated. They were no longer bound by the gods, nor were they forced to worship the Sea God.

Countless fish and sea beasts surfaced, joyfully leaping across the waves. The entire sea region was peaceful and serene.

The once severe and icy Sea God Temple had been torn down by the Sea Clan with their own hands.

The divine statue sank into the deep sea. In its place stood a plain sea stone, upon which a single sentence was carved: The sea has no god; the waters are peaceful on their own.

Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Chen stood atop the mountain, the Ancient Warhammer laid flat before him.

He made all Prehistoric Martial Way techniques public, abolished sectarian barriers, and allowed anyone—regardless of sect or strength—to climb the mountain and cultivate.

A sea of people gathered at the foot of the mountain. Ordinary people and young martial artists from every corner of the continent had assembled here, earnestly cultivating ancient methods to strengthen the body.

There were no Soul Power Levels, no restrictions imposed by soul rings.

Everyone tempered their physiques with their own sweat and nourished their bodies with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Tang Chen looked upon the densely packed crowd below, his aged eyes filled with relief.

"Gods forge shackles, and the years imprison all living beings."

"Now that every shackle has shattered, even mortals may ascend to the heavens."

Star Dou Great Forest.

Towering ancient trees blotted out the sky, while birds sang and flowers bloomed in the forest.

Di Tian coiled atop an ancient tree, his enormous body relaxed and stretched out.

Soul Beasts no longer avoided humans, and humans no longer hunted Soul Beasts.

Children entered the forest to gather wild fruit, gentle Soul Beasts accompanying them at their sides. Humans and beasts lived together in harmony, and all was peaceful.

The racial hatred that had brought slaughter for countless ages had completely dissipated like smoke.

Deep within the forest, Xiao Wu sat upon soft grass.

She had shed every obsession, and her heart was clear and tranquil.

There was no pain of sacrifice, no bonds of love, no torment of fate.

Now, she was merely an ordinary Soul Beast—free, carefree, and without worry.

Whenever she occasionally raised her head toward the sea of clouds, she would nod softly.

She was grateful for salvation, grateful for rebirth. That was all.

A remote Barren Mountain.

The restrictions surrounding it remained firm, an invisible barrier cutting off all signs of life.

Tang San sat alone upon the cold stone ground, his clothes tattered and his face haggard.

He could not see the comments, hear the noise, or feel the rich spiritual energy outside.

Not a blade of grass grew upon the Barren Mountain. The cold wind howled, and it remained forever frigid and dead.

For seven days, he had neither spoken nor moved.

He merely stared numbly toward the flourishing world beyond.

The prosperous world outside was like a painting, while this place would never see daylight.

He could see bustling towns, peaceful forests, and joyful crowds;

he could see everyone cultivating, everyone equal, everyone free;

he could see this perfect continent, without gods, deception, or darkness.

Only he had been permanently shut out.

He had missed the light with his own hands, forged his sins with his own hands, and ruined his life with his own hands.

His former talent, fortune, Divine Position, and glory had all become the most laughable remnants of the past.

"So... this was how beautiful the human world was meant to be."

His hoarse, weak murmur faded into the cold wind of the Barren Mountain.

No one sighed for him, and no one pitied him.

This brand-new golden age would not accept a sinner steeped in filth.

High above, within the sea of clouds.

Deep in the clouds, a faint, transparent phantom in white stood silently.

Li Xuan concealed himself within the void, becoming the very heaven and earth of Douluo.

He no longer revealed himself, no longer interfered with the mortal world, and no longer controlled all living beings.

He simply gazed quietly over the continent he had saved, watching its splendid mountains and rivers, watching the lights and life of the human world.

A system panel quietly appeared within his consciousness, its data steady and gentle.

[Current Shock Points balance: 491,700,000.]

[Plane status: Perfect stable state. The reproduction rate of living beings is increasing, and the earth veins continue to awaken.]

[External threats: All sealed. No possibility of invasion.]

[Sky Screen status: Actively shut down. Thought-comment function retained.]

[Host status: Hidden guardian. Permanent protection of Douluo.]

The comments that had once roared and exploded, blanketing the skies, had now become faint and transparent.

They no longer hung forcibly in the sky. Instead, they gathered from the thoughts of all living beings and drifted weakly among the clouds.

There was no blinding brilliance, no loud clamor.

They were the gratitude and reverence arising from the hearts of countless living beings.

[Comments]

[We do not ask for the ruler to return. We only ask for Douluo to remain safe forever.]

[I once revered the gods. Now, I revere only the people.]

[There are no more Supreme Gods in this world; all people are free.]

[The one in white left no name, yet the mountains and rivers will remember forever.]

[This is the best era—the first golden age in all eternity.]

The breeze swept across the four seas, and drifting clouds floated through the sky.

The Divine Realm had been destroyed, darkness uprooted, shackles shattered, and the chessboard overturned.

Douluo had completely escaped the plaything of the heavens and become what it wished to be.

No gods looked down upon all living beings, and no one in high places toyed with fate.

Mountains and rivers grew freely, rivers flowed freely, and living beings multiplied freely.

For the first time in all eternity, Douluo truly belonged to the living beings of Douluo.

Li Xuan gazed indifferently upon the mortal world, without a ripple in his eyes.

He had fulfilled his original intention: cleansing the ancient filth from this continent and returning pure freedom to all living beings.

He sought neither worship, nor kneeling, nor remembrance.

He only wished for these mountains and rivers to remain forever safe, and for all living beings to live in peace.

The clouds slowly drifted, and the transparent thought-comments gradually faded away.

There would be no more Sky Screen broadcasts, no more rankings of the heavens.

Yet everyone understood—

That era illuminated by the Sky Screen would forever be engraved in the river of Douluo history.

That cold and indifferent youth in white would forever remain in the hearts of countless living beings.

Above the heavens, an invisible, wordless glimmer quietly flashed.

No one noticed it. Only Li Xuan knew.

It was the silent gift of eternity bestowed upon him by this continent.

The next moment, a rising sun slowly emerged from the distant horizon.

Golden light spilled across the earth, warm and gentle, illuminating every inch of land in the world.

There was no sacred coldness, no divine pressure.

This was the morning light belonging solely to humanity, solely to all living beings.

The Sky Screen had fallen, and the gods had returned to dust.

The golden age of humanity would endure from this day onward.

A line of extremely faint, nearly invisible transparent words appeared in the heavens, silently branded into the void:

[Next chapter: The continent transforms, and the age of Primordial Martial Way reaches its peak!]