Secret Realm Conspiracy, the Shocking Scam Behind the Fall of Prehistoric Civilization

The Blood-Red Sky Screen had not fully faded. Its cold crimson glow still hung high in the heavens, devoid of even a trace of warmth. All it carried was a piercingly cold truth, relentlessly tearing apart Douluo World's last illusions.

Everyone had believed that the emergence of the Prehistoric Secret Realm was an opportunity bestowed upon the continent, a gift from the ancient ancestors to all living things.

But the Sky Screen's merciless broadcast directly tore open the dark truth buried for countless ages—

The so-called ancient secret realms had never been lands of fortune. They were trap-prisons left behind after the Divine Realm destroyed Prehistoric Civilization.

Countless sharp, furious comments flooded the screen, layers upon layers of bloody text pressing down until the entire world could barely breathe.

[So it was another scam! From beginning to end, nothing good in Douluo World was ever sincere!]

[Prehistoric Civilization did not naturally perish. The Divine Realm exterminated it, and the secret realms were all contingencies!]

[What we thought was salvation was nothing but a chain of traps the gods had set long ago!]

[We thought we would finally stop being manipulated, but even the ancient ruins were traps!]

In the central wasteland of the continent, a towering bronze ancient gate shone brilliantly, its savage primordial aura sweeping in every direction.

Countless people rushed to enter the secret realm in search of fortune. Major factions had gathered there, and everyone was immersed in the ecstatic joy of a blessing falling from the sky.

Until the Sky Screen abruptly changed.

Ancient memories from countless ages ago were forcibly retrieved, and the bloody truth was broadcast before the entire continent without the slightest concealment.

The native Prehistoric Civilization of Douluo World had once been incomparably powerful. Humans possessed peerless physical bodies, Soul Beasts had pure bloodlines, and all races of land and sea shared the same origin and lived together. They needed neither martial souls nor Divine Godheads to transcend heaven and earth and cultivate freely.

Such a flawless native world had no shackles, no harvesting, and no racial slaughter.

And precisely because of that, it drew the Divine Realm's covetous gaze, becoming the most perfect plane for them to breed in captivity.

The first generation of Supreme Gods did not confront the ancient people head-on. Instead, they employed the most despicable schemes imaginable.

They pretended to leave behind secret realm inheritances, ancient cultivation techniques, and origin treasures, disguising them as gifts left behind after civilization's destruction.

In truth, Divine Realm's laws of confinement had been branded into every secret realm pattern, spiritual spring, water source, and ancient stone stele.

When the ancient people could not withstand the bloody war and retreated again and again, the Divine Realm deliberately opened the secret realm entrances, luring the surviving ancient powerhouses inside.

The moment they entered a secret realm, their bodies and bloodlines would be silently altered, their innate gifts continuously weakened, and their origin power slowly extracted.

[First layer of the shocking scam:]

The Prehistoric Secret Realm was a Divine Realm extermination trap.

It was used to erase native bloodlines, alter the world's laws, and turn powerful ancient people step by step into weak lambs awaiting slaughter.

[Second layer of the shocking scam:]

The martial soul system was not born from the world. It was a shackle forcibly implanted into Douluo World after the Divine Realm altered the secret realm's laws.

The hostility between humans and beasts, soul ring hunting, and the endless competition over ranks were all the result of secret realm laws spreading across the entire continent.

[Third layer of the shocking scam:]

The so-called Prehistoric inheritances were, in essence, layers upon layers of seals.

The stronger the ancient people became, the deeper they were sealed; the more living beings cultivated, the more thoroughly they were imprisoned.

The images on the Sky Screen spun wildly, replaying the brutal ancient battlefield.

Countless ancient people died on the battlefield, their bones piled into mountains. Ancient colossal cities collapsed and shattered, while vast races suffered extermination.

The Divine Realm slaughtered every resister, erased all true history, and fabricated false legends, making later generations forget the truth generation after generation.

They made the people of Douluo World believe that Prehistoric Civilization had been weak and backward, and that only the gods' descent had brought opportunities for cultivation.

They made all living beings feel gratitude for their shackles, worship their enslavement, willingly fight over soul rings, and slaughter one another to nourish the Divine Realm.

For countless ages, everyone in Douluo World had lived within this colossal scam spanning eras.

On the wasteland, the once-frenzied and crowded masses instantly fell silent.

Their ecstasy faded, and fear, rage, and cold despair swept through every heart in an instant.

Bibi Dong's black robes snapped in the wind as ghostly chill erupted around her with extreme force.

She had been toyed with by gods and controlled by fate her entire life. Now that she saw the conspiracy behind the secret realm's origin, her entire body trembled uncontrollably.

"The Divine Realm did not merely breed us in captivity for a lifetime. It plotted against us for all eternity."

"It destroyed the ancient age, altered history, left behind traps, and harvested us generation after generation."

"From beginning to end, Douluo World never had even a shred of good fortune. There were only endless conspiracies."

Bo Saixi's face turned deathly pale as Azure Sea Divine Power churned violently.

Sea God Island had served the Sea God for generations and guarded the sea's secret realms for generations. For countless years, they had taken pride in that sacred inheritance.

Only now did she understand that it was merely a locking formation node planted in the deep sea by the Divine Realm, used to continuously extract the continent's oceanic origin.

Tang Chen tightly gripped the Ancient Warhammer, his aged body heaving violently.

He had spent his life pursuing the ultimate ancient martial path, believing that the secret realms contained the pinnacle of martial arts.

Only in the end did he learn that the ancient hammer techniques and the battle arts of the ancient people had long been altered and left incomplete by the Divine Realm.

The more diligently one cultivated ancient techniques, the firmer the shackles on one's body became, making it impossible to ever escape the gods' control.

Di Tian's dragon scales stood on end as the bloodline of the Ancient Dragon Clan roiled frantically.

The inherited memories of Soul Beasts had been deliberately severed by the Divine Realm. Their natural lifespan limits, the certain death of their tribulation upon reaching one hundred thousand years, and the layer-by-layer degeneration of their bloodlines—

All of it was a curse of confinement spread from the Prehistoric Secret Realm.

Humans hunted Soul Beasts, and Soul Beasts hated humans.

The myriad races slaughtered one another without end, their origin constantly draining away and continuously feeding the distant Divine Realm.

This was Douluo World's unchanging scam of Eternity.

Every opportunity people fought over was a shackle.

Every inheritance people believed in was a trap.

Every form of strength people yearned for was a bargaining chip gods used to toy with all living beings.

The comments in midair completely erupted, fury covering the entire sky.

[The more you think about it, the more terrifying it gets! The stronger we cultivate, the fuller the Divine Realm gets!]

[Tang San relied on the Divine Realm, which means he actively helped the gods exploit the entire continent!]

[There was no warmth and no salvation. From beginning to end, Douluo World was a scam from hell!]

[Destroying Prehistoric Civilization, remaking the world, enslaving all living beings, harvesting them for all eternity—how vicious the gods were!]

The bronze gates of the secret realm slowly opened. Amid the rolling white mist, hidden black confinement patterns flashed past.

As long as a living being entered, they would appear to be reborn and increase their cultivation.

But in truth, their souls would be branded with divine marks, their bodies planted with shackles, and they would never escape the Divine Realm's control.

Even though the Divine Realm had already been destroyed, its remaining laws would continue harvesting the Plane Origin, awaiting takeover by forces from the Outer Darkness.

Li Xuan stood atop the sea of clouds, clad in white and cold as ice, without the slightest trace of pity or tenderness.

A system panel appeared coldly, each word exposing the cruel truth.

[The remaining divine laws are still active. The faster the continent's living beings cultivate, the faster the plane decays]

[All of Tang San's opportunities were deliberately distributed by the Divine Realm to guide the continent toward destruction]

[The continent's false peace is merely a brief gap after the Divine Realm's fall]

The scene abruptly shifted to a remote Barren Mountain.

Tang San was trapped within the Eternal Restriction, watching the broadcast about the shocking secret realm scam through the barrier.

His whole body stiffened, and his soul turned icy cold.

All his life, he had believed in destiny, pursued a Divine Position, and relied on the fortuitous encounters granted by the Divine Realm to climb step by step to the summit.

The Man-Faced Demon Spider Soul Bone, the Icefire Immortal Herb, the Sea God Inheritance, the Asura Divine Position.

All the supreme treasures others dreamed of were merely links in the Divine Realm's carefully arranged scam.

He was not a chosen son of heaven, nor was he the continent's savior.

He was merely the finest puppet selected by the Divine Realm to cooperate with the scam, harm his own kind, and betray the continent.

The life he had been so proud of was nothing more than an utterly ridiculous joke.

After trampling countless living beings and betraying the entire continent, all he had gained was the fate of a chess piece discarded by the gods once it had served its purpose.

Eternal imprisonment was not a punishment. It was the ending he had always deserved.

The image on the Sky Screen froze once more, exposing an even deeper layer of darkness.

The Divine Realm itself was not the true master behind the scenes.

It had destroyed Prehistoric Civilization, bred Douluo World in captivity, arranged the secret realms, and controlled Tang San.

The Divine Realm likewise obeyed an even greater force from the Outer Darkness.

Douluo World was a feedlot, and the Divine Realm was its keeper.

Countless planes cycled through destruction, and innumerable living beings passed through life-and-death reincarnations, all within the Heavenly Chess Game of those existences beyond the heavens.

There was no golden age, no peace, and no eternal tranquility.

So-called peace was merely the end of an old scam before a new one began.

The entire continent fell into deathly silence.

Everyone had finally awakened completely.

They had broken free of the gods' shackles, yet they had not escaped the world's scam.

They had driven away the Divine Realm's enemies, yet they had not escaped the Heavenly Chess Game.

There had never been gifts freely given in this world, no blessings from ancient times, and no equality among all living beings.

Douluo World's countless years were nothing more than layer upon layer of manipulation, harvesting, and deception.

The Blood-Red Sky Screen pulsed slowly, cold subtitles branded into the heavens for all eternity.

[Eternal warning: There is no divine mercy in this world, and no opportunity given with sincerity]

[All beauty in Douluo World is merely a disguise for deception]

[Break one cage, and endless abysses still await]

Between the clouds, the furious comments lingered for a long time. Not a trace of gratitude remained, only endless vigilance.

Everyone remembered this truth, never again trusting any ruin, inheritance, or stroke of luck from the heavens.

Heaven and earth were cold, and the truth cut to the bone.

The God-Slaying War was not the end. Exposing the secret realm scam was only the beginning of the struggle against the darkness of all heavens.

Upon the blood-red light screen, a cold preview slowly emerged.

[Next chapter: The truth of the myriad races' origin—humans and beasts were never meant to slaughter one another]