Bloodline Rot, the Original Sin of Mass Divine-Blood Contamination

The Blood-Red Sky Screen hung low in a dark crimson hue, its dim light shrouding the scarred Douluo Continent.

The ancient filthy sins of the Upper Three Sects were laid bare, their facade as prestigious sects utterly torn apart.

Seven Treasures refining blood, Blue Lightning slaughtering civilians, Clear Sky betraying its clan—none of the three foremost sects were innocent, and generations of sin crushed every sect powerhouse.

The supreme forces that had seemed glorious, righteous, and unyielding in the original work had all become filthy lackeys controlled by gods.

Panic spread through the entire continent, and despair spread like a plague.

The masses had thought the sects' dark secrets were the final filth of this continent.

Yet above the heavens, cold crimson words emerged once more, striking deep into every living being's soul.

[The Eleventh-Level Plane's Ultimate Deception: Mass Bloodline Contamination.]

[After gods destroyed Prehistoric Civilization, they spread Fallen Divine Blood to infect the entire continent.]

[All living beings of the current Douluo World carry tainted Divine Blood within them.]

[Bloodlines decayed, origins were incomplete, lifespans were fixed, limits were sealed—born as sacrifices meant to be harvested.]

The few short lines contained no unnecessary embellishment, yet they left billions of living beings chilled to the bone, their limbs frozen stiff.

The countless blood-red comments fell silent for an instant before erupting into the most frenzied uproar.

[Even our bloodlines are rotten? We've been poisoned since birth?]

[The pure bloodlines of the Prehistoric Ancestors were forcibly replaced and contaminated by gods?]

[No wonder our cultivation has limits and our lifespans are shackled! Our bloodlines have been rotting all along!]

[The gods were never transforming the world—they turned us all into domesticated livestock for blood!]

[Deception upon deception, poison upon poison—there has never been a single clean living being in Douluo!]

The Sky Screen shifted, displaying the bloody scene of transformation from hundreds of millions of years ago.

The prehistoric war had ended, and the ancestors had been almost completely wiped out.

The victorious gods had not chosen to slaughter the remaining beings. Instead, they wielded the Divine Realm Origin and scattered endless black Fallen Divine Blood.

The Divine Blood merged with mountains and rivers, seeped into the earth's spiritual energy, and mingled with wind, rain, clouds, and mist.

In merely a hundred years, the bloodlines of every living being across the Douluo Continent had been forcibly altered.

The pure, ancient native bloodlines vanished completely, replaced by rotten, inferior bloodlines corroded by divine poison.

The gods' purpose in doing so had been utterly sinister.

First, to seal the limits of living beings, ensuring they could never reach the combat strength of the ancestors and could never turn against the gods;

Second, to fix the lifespans of races, artificially creating birth, aging, illness, and death, accelerating the turnover of living beings and increasing the frequency of harvests;

Third, bloodlines inherently diverted origin energy, so the moment a living being cultivated and grew stronger, its origin would automatically be transmitted to the Divine Realm;

Fourth, the Divine Blood bore an enslavement mark, ensuring eternal submission to gods from the depths of one's genes, with no possibility of resistance.

Put simply.

Every person in Douluo had been born with a straw attached, living nourishment that fed the gods.

Spirit City, the ruins of the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong stood rigidly in midair, her fingertips trembling as her black Soul Power spiraled out of control.

Through a special perspective, the Sky Screen revealed the dark blood threads flowing within her body.

They were Fallen Divine Blood hidden in the depths of her bloodline, invisible to the naked eye.

She possessed Twin Martial Souls and heaven-defying talent, and she had spent her life desperately trying to break free from the gods' shackles.

She had given everything to resist the Divine Realm, hating the gods for toying with her life.

Only now did she learn in horror that her flesh, bones, and divine soul had long since been contaminated by gods.

The power she used to resist the gods itself carried the gods' poison.

The shackles she wished to cast off had already been carved into her bloodline and genes.

"How ironic..."

A trace of blood spilled from Bibi Dong's lips, her voice hoarse and broken.

"I spent my entire life slaying gods, yet filthy divine blood flows through me."

Sea God Island, upon the endless sea.

Bo Saixi lowered her head and stared at her fair palm, while the sea reflected her pale, despairing face.

The Sea Clan's contamination was far worse than that of land-dwelling beings. The deep sea had been the core area where Divine Blood was released.

Within countless Sea Clan members, tainted Divine Blood occupied their origins, impossible to remove through generation after generation.

The Sea God Lineage was even more severely contaminated, with the Sea God having planted marks of enslavement within their bloodlines.

They had served as gods' dependents for generations, never permitted to defect, born as tools of the Sea God.

"We hate shackles, yet we were born living within them."

The cold sea breeze brushed through her hair, and the last glimmer of light in Bo Saixi's eyes went completely out.

Clear Sky Sect, atop a broken mountain peak.

Tang Chen stared fixedly at his callused palms as the Ancient Warhammer crashed heavily onto the ground.

The thunderous impact shattered the rocks, yet it could not calm the overwhelming regret in his heart.

The Prehistoric Ancestors possessed unparalleled bodies, pure bloodlines, and long lifespans.

Yet now, his lifespan was fixed, his limit sealed, and his bloodline decayed.

He had pursued the ultimate martial path all his life, only to finally realize the truth.

It was not that his talent was insufficient, nor that his cultivation techniques were incomplete.

It was the blood flowing within him that had rotted completely from its very source.

Tang Hao lowered his head in silence, his dark face ashen.

He had been violent all his life, resistant all his life, unwilling to yield all his life, believing his proud bones to be unbreakable.

In the end, he was merely an empty shell filled with tainted Divine Blood, enslaved by gods from birth.

Star Dou Great Forest, where ten thousand beasts wailed.

Di Tian raised his head and released a pained dragon roar. Beneath his golden dragon scales, dark blood threads flickered in and out of sight.

Soul Beasts suffered bloodline contamination far worse than humans. Back then, to suppress fierce beasts, the gods had deliberately intensified the toxicity of Divine Blood within beasts.

The hundred-thousand-year tribulation, bloodline degeneration, and the decline of races were all aftereffects of Divine Blood Contamination.

Xiao Wu, delicate as jade, stood quietly amid a sea of flowers, her body trembling slightly.

She had originally been a pure Soft Bone Rabbit Soul Beast, yet tainted Divine Blood still coiled within her.

She pursued freedom and longed for purity, but from the moment she was born, she had never been able to escape the gods' contamination.

Across the entire continent, all the powerhouses from the original work fell into dead silence.

Pride, talent, bloodline, unyielding spirit, and obsession—all of it crumbled at this moment.

The Sky Screen's view shifted coldly and locked onto a remote Barren Mountain.

Within the barrier, Tang San knelt blankly upon the cold, jagged stones.

The Sky Screen magnified his bloodline patterns. Dark, tainted Divine Blood surged wildly through every limb and bone in his body.

Moreover, he was the most severely contaminated person on the entire continent.

As an artificial prodigy personally crafted by the gods, he had been deliberately infused with concentrated Fallen Divine Blood.

The Divine Blood nourished his talent, piled up his opportunities, and raised his upper limit.

It gave him invincible fortune, but it also gave him the deepest mark of enslavement.

Every cheat he had ever possessed, every fortuitous encounter, every heaven-defying level of combat strength—

all of it originated from this filthy Divine Blood of extreme contamination.

He hated this false continent and loathed the gods' control.

Yet from beginning to end, he had been the gods' most perfect, filthiest, highest-grade blood livestock.

"I... am filthier than anyone."

Cloudy tears slid down soundlessly, falling onto the cracked earth.

His life of plundering his own kind, slaughtering living beings, and ascending to godhood—

in essence, he had merely been superior nourishment meticulously raised by gods for their final harvest.

High above, within the sea of clouds.

Li Xuan stood in white robes, cold and detached as he looked down upon the despairing living beings below.

His body was pure. He was the only being on the entire continent who had not been contaminated by Divine Blood.

The system panel refreshed coldly, recording the cruel truth.

[Analysis of the Eleventh Deception: Mass Divine-Blood Contamination.]

[Extinction rate of pure bloodlines among Douluo living beings: 100%.]

[Coverage rate of tainted Divine Blood: the entire plane.]

[Origin diversion efficiency: the stronger the being, the faster the sacrifice.]

[Feedback from beyond the heavens: residual Divine Blood facilitates the takeover and harvesting by dark forces.]

The Blood-Red Sky Screen slowly deepened in color, its blinding radiance crushing the last psychological defenses of all living beings.

There was no salvation, no purification, and no way back.

The poison left by the gods flowed through every person's bones and blood, impossible to eradicate for all eternity.

Above the heavens, a scarlet preview stabbed into everyone's eyes:

[Next Chapter: Plane Prison—Douluo Has Always Been a Slaughterhouse!]

[The false barriers at the continent's borders—this land has never had a path of escape!]

Shackle upon shackle, scheme upon scheme.

From bloodline to soul, from birth to death, the beings of Douluo had never possessed even a trace of freedom.