Bloodline of One Source, a Ten-Thousand-Year Scam of Human-Beast Slaughter

The Blood-Red Sky Screen hung over the heavens, its crimson cold light covering every inch of land in the Douluo World.

The Prehistoric Secret Realm conspiracy exposed in the previous chapter was like a basin of bone-piercing ice water poured over every living being's head. What they had believed to be ancient fortune was actually a harvesting trap laid by the gods over countless ages; the shackles they had thought they had broken free from still concealed layer upon layer of invisible, untouchable secret rules.

The entire continent was gripped by panic. No one dared take another step into the Central Secret Realm.

Beyond the wasteland, the vast crowds all retreated.

The commoners, warriors, and weak Soul Beasts who had once rushed to enter the secret realm to cultivate now had pale faces and dared not approach the ancient bronze gate.

In midair, the blood-red comments scrolled madly. There was no longer a single word of gratitude or gentleness, only cold lingering fear and bone-deep rage.

[I almost stepped inside! I nearly took the initiative to put a divine seal shackle on myself!]

[It was a trap from beginning to end. The gods never gave us even the slightest goodwill.]

[Secret realms, immortal herbs, ancient inheritances—they were all bait.]

[There are no opportunities in the Douluo World, only scams.]

[I no longer believe in any "heaven-sent good fortune" in this world.]

The Sky Screen remained cold and silent as the scene suddenly shifted.

There were no dazzling effects, no magnificent battlefield.

Only lines of blood-red words, chilling to the bone, forcefully branded themselves into everyone's vision.

[Revealing the fourth greatest scam of this plane: the hatred between humans and beasts.]

[Humans, Soul Beasts, and the Sea Clan all share the exact same origin.]

[The slaughter and racial hatred of countless ages were all deliberately fabricated by the Divine Realm.]

Those few lines instantly shattered the worldview of every living being.

Within the Star Dou Great Forest, the million-year Soul Beasts went rigid all over.

In the depths of the sea, the endless Sea Clan stopped swimming.

In human towns, countless people's pupils contracted sharply, their breathing halted.

Since ancient times, humans had hunted Soul Beasts and seized their soul rings;

Soul Beasts had hated humans, thirsted for slaughter, and sought vengeance;

the Sea Clan had isolated itself from the land and guarded the deep sea.

Everyone had taken it for granted—

that races were naturally opposed, bloodlines naturally clashed, and slaughter was simply the natural law of the Heavenly Dao.

But the Sky Screen mercilessly tore away the final veil.

The Sky Screen began showing scenes from the ancient prehistoric era.

Within the scene, humans possessed powerful physiques, Soul Beasts were gentle and intelligent, and the Sea Clan roamed freely in all directions.

The three kinds of beings lived upon the same continent, fed on the same spiritual springs, drank from the same mountains and rivers, and knew no slaughter, hatred, or plunder.

Their skeletal patterns were identical, their bloodline origins were the same, and even their reproductive systems were interconnected.

The entire Douluo World had once contained only one race.

Until the first generation of gods descended.

The gods discovered that the beings of this plane possessed terrifying talent and excessively pure bloodlines.

If all races became one and stood united, they would one day transcend the heavens and perhaps even turn against the Divine Realm.

To maintain permanent control over the Douluo World, the gods laid down the most venomous and despicable conspiracy of all time.

First step: alter the bloodline perception of living beings and artificially divide them into humans, beasts, and sea dwellers.

Second step: implant instinctive hostility, making the races naturally loathe one another.

Third step: create the Soul Ring System and force humans to hunt Soul Beasts to grow stronger.

Fourth step: spread tales of Evil, deliberately intensify conflicts, and incite eternal slaughter.

The gods had no need to shed blood themselves.

They only needed to lightly alter a trace of the source, and the living beings of the Douluo World would slaughter one another without end.

Living beings slaughtered each other, and their origins were depleted.

The resentment, hatred, and violent emotions produced by death all gathered at the Plane Barrier,

flowing endlessly into the Divine Realm and becoming nourishment for the gods' advancement and divine power.

The fiercer the slaughter, the stronger the gods.

The deeper the hatred, the weaker the plane.

This was the filthiest, most vicious, and most deeply hidden ultimate scam spanning countless ages of the Douluo World.

Above the wasteland, the bodies of the five powerful figures turned ice-cold, utterly motionless.

Di Tian's throat moved, and his enormous beastly eyes were bloodshot.

As the Dragon Clan's highest ruler, he had pored over countless ancient racial records and inherited the hatred of generation after generation.

Since childhood, he had been taught that humans were vile, Greed, and cruel toward Soul Beasts—that they were natural mortal enemies.

Yet in the end, the bloody truth lay before him.

"We... were once family?"

A low, hoarse roar rang through the forest, carrying endless sorrow.

Ten million years of slaughter, ten million years of bloodshed, ten million years of hatred—it had all been a joke by the gods.

Bo Saixi stood upon the sea, the seawater around her freezing into ice.

Sea God Island had isolated itself from the continent for generations, looked down upon land-dwelling humans, and maintained the Sea Clan's pride.

All her life, she had believed the Sea Clan to be pure and noble, while humans were filthy and inferior.

Now that the truth of their shared origin had been exposed, she found it absurdly laughable and nauseating to the bone.

"The Sea God... deliberately isolated the Sea Clan and deliberately distorted our people's memories."

"He made us remain in the deep sea, never to associate with the beings of the continent for all eternity."

Tang Chen clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The Clear Sky Sect had secluded itself from the world, humans had rejected outsiders, and warriors had slaughtered one another.

Humans had proclaimed themselves the masters of all things and regarded hunting Soul Beasts as a gift of the Heavenly Dao.

It turned out that those they hunted were their own kin, born of the same origin.

It turned out that the ancient bloodline flowing through them was exactly the same.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, her black robes stirring without wind.

She had seen through the gods' hypocrisy, the secret realm conspiracy, and the darkness of the world.

But she had never imagined that even racial hatred was a fabricated scam.

"The gods never wanted to rule."

"The gods only wanted us... to slaughter one another forever and ever."

In midair, the blood-red comments completely erupted.

[I've killed Soul Beasts for more than ten years, and it turns out I was killing my own kind?]

[How disgusting! What kind of beasts are the gods?!]

[All slaughter, all death, all tragedy—it was all deliberately manipulated!]

[Tang San slaughtered Soul Beasts to obtain soul bones. That means he personally massacred his own kind!]

[No wonder the Heavenly Dao abandoned him. He was drenched in the blood of his own kind from beginning to end!]

In a remote Barren Mountain.

Within the restriction barrier, Tang San knelt stiffly upon the cold stone ground.

The truth of their shared origin shown by the Sky Screen crashed violently into his shattered divine soul.

All his life, he had hunted Soul Beasts, seized soul bones, and harvested cultivation years.

The Man Faced Demon Spider, the Deep-Sea Demon Whale, the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion...

Countless Soul Beasts had died by his hand, becoming stepping stones for his ascent.

He had always believed himself blessed by destiny and thought it only natural to hunt other races.

But now he was told—

that all those he had massacred were his own kind.

That all he had plundered were bloodlines from the same origin.

That the path to godhood he had been so proud of was a filthy road of sin, drenched in the blood of his own kind.

"I... killed my own kind..."

The pale, hoarse murmur shattered in the cold wind.

Boundless guilt devoured the last trace of his sanity.

He was not a savior.

He was the filthiest executioner, manipulated by the gods into massacring his own kind and devastating the continent.

At the summit above the sea of clouds.

Li Xuan stood in white robes, his expression indifferent and without the slightest ripple.

The system panel coldly reorganized itself, recording yet another layer of dark truth.

[The fifth layer of the plane scam: artificial racial isolation.]

[Artificially creating hatred, artificially creating slaughter, artificially creating classes.]

[After the gods destroyed the Prehistoric Civilization, they arranged a total of six eternal scams.]

[Current revelation progress: 5/6.]

[The final ultimate scam has yet to be unsealed.]

The Sky Screen flashed red, and the scene slowly darkened.

A line of crimson, bone-chilling preview text branded itself across the entire Blood-Red Sky Screen.

[Next chapter: Gods Create Gods, the Heavenly Prodigy Scam.]

[There has never been destiny, never been geniuses. All Heavenly Prodigies were artificially created.]