Martial Way Spreads Like Wildfire, Primordial Era

The Sky Screen had vanished for over half a month.

Freed from the shackles of the gods and rid of false Martial Souls, Douluo Continent was undergoing a transformation visible to the naked eye.

Spiritual energy so dense it was nearly tangible blanketed every inch of land. Ancient origins constantly surged through the mountains and earth veins, countless springs of spiritual energy erupted from the ground, and spirit herbs and strange stones glowing with a lustrous sheen could be seen everywhere.

The old era had been completely buried in dust. The Primordial Martial Way era belonging to the living beings of Douluo arrived with a roar.

There were no Soul Power Level divisions, no restrictions based on Soul Ring age, and no gaps in Martial Soul talent.

Ordinary people could split mountains and shatter rocks by tempering their bodies. Children could strengthen themselves by absorbing spiritual energy. Even elderly men at death's door could prolong their lives through perseverance.

Clear Sky Sect, Mountain-Breaking Terrace.

The sect's once-desolate forbidden ground was now packed shoulder to shoulder with people.

Commoners, wanderers, and former Soul Masters from every corner of the continent had gathered here. The smooth stone platform was covered in ancient, primitive body-tempering patterns. Under the sunlight, the patterns gleamed faintly gold.

Tang Chen stood atop the platform with his hands behind his back, dressed in plain gray robes without the slightest air of a superior.

He no longer withheld any inheritance. He openly revealed the prehistoric body-tempering techniques, ancient methods of exerting force, and body-refining cultivation arts to everyone.

"Gods deliberately weakened our bodies and fabricated illusory Martial Souls."

"From this day forward, all people are equal. Let the body defy the heavens, and let all paths return to one source."

His aged voice echoed through the mountains, reaching the ears of every cultivator.

Countless people below sat cross-legged, breathing in and out as they guided the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to scour their flesh, blood, and bones.

A level of physical strength that once required ten years of arduous cultivation could now be attained with ease in only a few days.

Thin, translucent thought-comments drifted sporadically through the air.

[We used to compete in Martial Souls, Soul Bones, and luck. Now we compete in sweat, perseverance, and our true hearts.]

[This is true fair cultivation! There are no born failures and no children favored by fate!]

[Thank the Sky Screen for tearing apart the lies, and thank the white-robed ruler for shattering the shackles!]

[The Clear Sky Sect is no longer closed off. This is the continent at its best.]

Spirit City, Central Plaza.

Bibi Dong replanned the entire city, tearing down the old statues of gods and toppling the stone monuments of religious doctrine.

Spacious, level cultivation grounds stretched toward the sky. Countless free schools had been established throughout the city. Regardless of age or background, anyone could learn basic cultivation methods, common knowledge of heaven and earth, and ancient history.

The Papal Palace, once cold and imposing, had now become a public library for all.

Fragments of Prehistoric Civilization, diagrams of ancient weapons, and records of the continent's earth veins had all been made public.

People training their bodies could be seen everywhere in the streets.

Youngsters practiced their fists, elders regulated their breathing, and women tempered their tendons and bones. There was no fighting, no oppression by the strong.

Spirit City, once filled with slaughter, schemes, and darkness, had become a peaceful sanctuary.

Bo Saixi remained in the nearshore waters, opening up a boundless shallow-sea cultivation zone.

Gentle seawater enveloped the body, while mild spiritual energy nourished the meridians, flesh, and blood. It was suited for ordinary people to build their foundations.

The Sea Clan and humans cultivated together. Deep-sea beasts had become gentle and close to shore-dwelling life, and the racial barriers of countless ages had completely dissolved.

The Star Dou Great Forest had become a paradise for all living beings.

Towering ancient trees overflowed with spiritual energy, spiritual fruits and immortal herbs covered the ground, and gentle Soul Beasts played alongside human children.

Di Tian guarded the heart of the forest, maintaining the balance between humans and Soul Beasts and establishing permanent rules for peaceful coexistence.

Xiao Wu lived deep within a sea of flowers, her figure becoming ever more translucent and light.

Freed from the shackles of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and stripped of the destiny-bound chains of sacrifice, her bloodline returned to its purest primordial form.

She no longer needed bitter cultivation or refinement. Gentle spiritual energy naturally lingered around her, and every movement of hers harmonized with the rhythm of heaven and earth.

At times, she gazed toward the sea of clouds high above, her clear eyes filled with calm gratitude.

The Sky Screen had taken away the darkness, and the ruler had granted new life. The grudges of the world had faded like smoke, and she had finally become herself.

The entire continent thrived. Only one place remained eternally dead.

The remote Barren Mountain's isolation barrier had not moved in the slightest.

The cold wind howled year-round. The land was yellow, dry, and cracked, without a trace of life.

Tang San curled up amid a pile of jagged rocks, his gaunt body covered in dust.

For half a month, he had not eaten or drunk anything, surviving only by instinct.

Through the transparent barrier, he could clearly see the flourishing world outside.

The streets bustled with people, everyone wore smiles; spiritual energy coiled around the mountains and rivers, and all things grew freely.

There was no conflict, no scheming, no deception, and no injustice.

It was a perfect human world he had never seen and would never be able to reach.

He had once possessed the world's fortune, held heaven-defying opportunities in his hands, received the favor of gods, and been adored by all.

Twin Martial Souls, million-year Soul Rings, peerless Soul Bones, divine artifacts—everyone had believed him to be the chosen son of heaven.

Until the Sky Screen descended, tore apart his hypocritical facade, and exposed his filthy past.

Plunder, slaughter, deceit, betrayal—he had climbed to the summit atop countless corpses, only to end up with nothing.

Now, all living beings had broken free of their shackles, and everyone could become a dragon.

Yet he alone was trapped in this desolate Barren Mountain, condemned to eternal damnation.

"I... truly do not deserve to live in this prosperous age."

His dry, hoarse whisper was torn apart by the biting wind.

The last trace of light in Tang San's clouded eyes went out completely.

Endless regret, loneliness, and despair turned into icy chains that tightly bound his shattered soul.

High above, deep within the sea of clouds.

A faint, translucent white-robed phantom stood quietly as Li Xuan looked down over the entire continent in silence.

Gentle sunlight fell upon his illusory body without staining it with even a speck of dust.

The system panel floated quietly within his consciousness, its data steadily updating.

[Current Shock Points balance: 503,200,000.]

[Continental status: Primordial Martial Way widespread; the era of universal cultivation has begun.]

[Living beings status: Pure hearts, no conflict or slaughter, harmonious coexistence among races.]

[Sealing barrier: Barren Mountain Seal permanently solidified and cannot be lifted.]

[Host status: Dimensional hidden spirit, imperceptible guardian.]

In midair, translucent thought-comments formed from the thoughts of all living beings flowed slowly.

There was no frenzied flood of comments and no excited shouting, only gentle, enduring gratitude.

[May this prosperous age endure, and may Douluo remain forever at peace.]

[We no longer need gods. We ourselves are all living beings.]

[We will forever remember the years when the Sky Screen hung high above.]

[The white-robed one remains nameless, but mountains and rivers will remember forever.]

Li Xuan's gaze was indifferent as it swept past thriving towns, verdant forests, and vast seas before finally passing over the dead Barren Mountain.

He felt neither pity nor emotion.

The Heavenly Dao was fair. Good and evil would be repaid, and every sin had to be paid for.

A breeze crossed the continent, blowing away the last wisp of gloom in the world.

Ancient spiritual energy nourished the earth, and the Core Flame of martial cultivation spread like wildfire across the four seas. Everyone cultivated, and everyone was equal.

No gods looked down from above, no darkness invaded, and no one controlled the game board.

This was the purest, most perfect, and freest primordial era belonging to the native living beings of Douluo Continent.

The clouds slowly churned as the lingering light of the setting sun spilled across the vast mountains and rivers.

Golden-red twilight enveloped the cities, forests, rivers, and seas, coating this newborn continent in a gentle glow.

Heaven and earth were silent, and the years were peaceful.

High in the air, a line of faint silver words quietly appeared before vanishing into the clouds in an instant.

[Next chapter: Ancient Secret Realm, Prehistoric inheritance emerges!]

The Prehistoric Secret Realm, sealed away for billions of years, was about to open. The ancient fortune belonging to this continent would ultimately benefit all living beings.

The legend of Douluo would continue.