Plane Prison, the Eternal Slaughterhouse

A dim Blood-Red Sky Screen hung over the heavens, its scarlet light soaking every inch of Douluo Continent.

The truth of humanity's bloodline contamination was branded deep into the souls of every living being.

Whether human, Sea Clan, or Soul Beast, Fallen Divine Blood flowed through them all—poisoned from birth, shackled from birth, born to nourish the gods.

This continent had no clean bloodlines, no pure origins. From the genetic level, all living beings were livestock raised as blood food.

Despair, like an icy tide, drowned every town and every mountain forest.

The strong stood numb and vacant, while common folk wailed in terror. Blood flowed endlessly through the chaotic age; the entire land was deathly still and mad.

Everyone had thought bloodline contamination was already the gods' most vicious method.

Yet above the heavens, blood-red subtitles appeared once more, every word piercing to the bone and crushing the last sliver of hope among all living beings.

[The twelfth ultimate deception: Plane Prison.]

[The boundless seas of Douluo Continent, the Far North Icefield, and the Savage Wasteland are all false borders.]

[The continent has no outside world and no exit. This entire plane is a Closed-Loop Slaughterhouse.]

[Beneath the rock strata and beyond the seas lie walls of confinement forged by the gods.]

[For hundreds of millions of years, no one has escaped the cage, and no one has broken free from the fate of slaughter.]

The barrage fell silent for an instant before erupting into complete madness, filled with bone-deep chill.

[Even the continent is fake? Have we been trapped in a cage our entire lives?]

[Those so-called wastelands and seas aren't natural terrain at all—they're walls built by the gods!]

[We thought the world was vast from childhood to adulthood, but it turns out it's just a gigantic pigpen!]

[Poisoned bloodlines plus deliberate isolation—the gods have us completely under their control!]

[No exit, no way back. Since ancient times, all we could do was wait to be slaughtered!]

The Sky Screen's image abruptly expanded, its viewpoint rising, piercing through clouds, rock layers, and the boundless sea.

The vast continent visible to the naked eye was merely a tiny patch of land within a sealed space.

At the end of the Far North Icefield was not endless ice, but an immensely thick metal barrier—cold, hard, and impervious to all probing.

At the western edge of the Savage Great Forest stood an invisible spatial barrier. Anyone who touched it would have their soul instantly erased.

Beyond the endless sea lay no new continent, no distant shore, only layer upon layer of god-forged sealing barriers.

Throughout Douluo Continent, there was not even a trace of free space.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, the gods defeated the Prehistoric Ancestors.

To prevent the remaining living beings from fleeing and the Plane Origin from leaking away, the gods forged a closed-loop prison from divine metal, restrictions, and laws.

They erased every passage to the outside world, fabricated a vast world, and created the illusion of an endless continent.

People spent their lives traveling, exploring, and venturing forth.

They believed they had crossed mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, witnessing the vastness of heaven and earth.

In truth, from beginning to end, they had only been circling within the slaughterhouse cage marked out by the gods.

Nor was that all. The Sky Screen continued exposing the brutal truth.

At the bottom of the cage lay a gigantic Origin Extraction Array buried deep underground, running through the core of the earth's veins.

For hundreds of millions of years, the resentment produced by living beings' deaths, the origins swelling through their cultivation, and the energy spilled in racial slaughter—

All of it had been absorbed by the underground array and ceaselessly sent beyond the heavens, supplying the Divine Realm and even higher-level dark existences.

Birth, growth, cultivation, slaughter, death.

The cycle repeated endlessly, without end.

That was the sole meaning of Douluo Continent's existence—eternal slaughter, perpetual blood supply.

High above Spirit City, Bibi Dong's body swayed as though she might collapse.

She had crossed every dangerous place on the continent in her life: traversed the Far North Icefield, ventured deep into the Savage Forest, and crossed the endless sea.

She had thought she had seen the whole world, thought this land was boundless.

Now that the Sky Screen had torn apart the illusion, she finally understood that she had spent her whole life circling inside walls.

"I fought desperately. I struggled desperately to break free..."

"In the end, I never even touched the walls of the cage."

Her black robes whipped wildly despite the absence of wind. Netherworld Power ran rampant in chaos, and the despair accumulating in her eyes sank completely.

Resistance was a joke. Struggle was futile. From the moment of birth, the ending had already been decided.

Sea God Island, upon the boundless sea.

Bo Saixi gazed blankly toward where sea and sky met.

She had ruled the seas for countless years, understanding every current and every trench.

She had always believed the ocean was endless, that a distant shore must exist somewhere beyond.

Yet the Sky Screen plainly revealed that at the sea's end stood an icy barrier. Waves had crashed against it for hundreds of millions of years and never ceased.

The Sea Clan had dwelled in the deep ocean generation after generation, believing they possessed vast seas, when in truth they were trapped within a shallow-sea prison delineated by the gods.

"The entire sea is nothing more than a larger fish tank."

Her cool voice was incomparably hoarse. For the first time, Bo Saixi felt powerless even in the face of death.

At the summit of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Chen gripped the cracked Ancient Warhammer tightly, his chest heaving violently.

The Prehistoric Ancestors had once broken through heaven and earth, roaming the void free from the plane's restraints.

Yet the descendants of Douluo Continent today could not even shatter the walls around their false continent.

The gods had destroyed the routes to the outside world, severed every possibility of escape, and locked their descendants tightly inside the slaughterhouse.

"Betraying our ancestors, reduced to captive slaves."

"Haotian's sins can never be erased through all eternity."

The aged roar echoed through the mountains. Regret and despair nearly crushed the old man.

Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

Di Tian stared at the transparent barrier at the forest's edge, his enormous beastly eyes filled with sorrow.

Soul Beasts naturally longed for freedom, yearned to travel the world and race across the wilderness.

Yet countless Soul Beasts that had struck at the border had either vanished mysteriously or suffered shattered souls.

Since ancient times, Soul Beasts had been fed the lie that "the border is perilous and must not be approached."

Xiao Wu stood amid a sea of flowers, and her clear eyes were completely clouded with gloom.

She had hoped for peace, hoped for freedom, hoped for an unfettered life.

But within a cage, where could freedom come from?

This land she had fought desperately to protect was itself a grave that buried all living beings.

In the ruined towns scattered across the land, fleeing commoners collapsed to the ground.

Some had spent their entire lives traveling the continent, while others had devoted their lives to seeking a pure land overseas.

In the end, everyone was merely an insect in a cage—raised, watched, and harvested.

The chaotic age was filled with slaughter, wicked people ran rampant, and evil covered the land.

It was merely an internal-consumption game permitted by the gods within the slaughterhouse.

Within the Eternal Restriction of a remote Barren Mountain.

Tang San stared blankly upward, his eyes fixed on the plane structure diagram within the Sky Screen.

A circular closed-loop cage, hard isolating walls, and a vast underground extraction array.

The simple, direct diagram pronounced an eternal death sentence upon the entire continent.

He had once desired strength, desired godhood, desired to look down upon heaven and earth.

He had thought that becoming a god would allow him to transcend the world and travel to a broader distance.

But the Sky Screen had already exposed that the Divine Realm was likewise merely a chess piece beyond the heavens.

Even if he successfully became a god, he would only leave a small cage and enter a larger one.

A lifetime of struggle, a lifetime of climbing, a lifetime of killing—he would never escape the game of those at the highest level.

He curled his lips in self-mockery, bitter amusement spilling from his cracked lips.

"So I gave everything I had just to trade for a larger slaughterhouse."

Imprisoned, contaminated, controlled, raised.

His life was the epitome of deception.

All living beings of Douluo Continent were eternal sacrifices.

At the peak of the sea of clouds, Li Xuan stood alone in white, silently gazing upon this eternal prison.

The air around him congealed, and the continent's sorrowful aura gathered entirely here.

The system panel refreshed coldly, listing every detail of the cage.

[Plane Assessment: Closed artificial slaughterhouse.]

[Barrier Material: Divine metal combined with void restrictions. Impossible to breach below Demigod level.]

[Underground Array: Eternal Origin Extraction Array. Continuously transfers plane energy.]

[Cage Duration: In continuous operation for 170 million years.]

[Host Authority: The sole person able to freely enter and leave the plane, ignoring its barriers.]

The blood-red Sky Screen slowly withdrew its blinding crimson glow, while wails rang out endlessly across the continent.

Layer after layer of deception had been stripped away. The truth was cruel and naked, without the slightest concealment.

Poisoned bloodlines, manufactured hatred, false talent, sect lackeys, filters on human nature, Plane Prison.

The gods had used every despicable method possible for one purpose only: to turn Douluo Continent into a perfect feeding ground.

Scarlet words slowly branded themselves upon the dark heavens, their cold preview cutting through the atmosphere of despair:

[Next chapter: Observation from Beyond the Heavens, the Arrival of the Dark End!]

[The destruction of the Divine Realm is not the end. The true apex predators are about to set their sights on this shattered continent!]

The cage remained unbroken, and the game was not yet over.

The gods exited the stage. Darkness took their place.

Douluo Continent's true crisis of destruction had only just begun to surface.