Gaze from Beyond, the Dark Final Hunt

The Blood-Red Sky Screen hung deathly still, its dark crimson glow frozen above the shattered heavens.

The truth of the Closed-Loop Slaughterhouse crushed the last hope of every living being on the continent.

The Far North Icefield, the Endless Seas, the Savage Forest—the ends of the world as people knew it—were all cold prison walls forged by the gods.

For hundreds of millions of years, countless beings had struggled, fled, and sought answers, only to discover that they had never taken a single step beyond this artificial cage.

The eternal extraction formation beneath the earth operated without pause, endlessly drawing in Plane Origin to nourish unknown existences beyond the heavens.

Despair and deathly silence spread across mountains and rivers, while wails filled the ruined towns.

Everyone had thought the gods were the greatest malice of this plane, the source of all suffering.

Until the blood-red words on the Sky Screen slowly shifted, and a line of chilling, soul-shaking text was abruptly etched across the sky.

[Final Retrospection: The Divine Realm is not the highest level.]

[The gods are merely servants. Douluo is merely feed.]

[Existences beyond the heavens, dark races, dormant for eternity.]

[At this moment, dark gazes have locked onto ruined Douluo. The ultimate hunt has begun.]

The instant the cold words appeared, the temperature across the entire continent plummeted.

An invisible, chilling aura pierced through rock, flesh, and souls, and every living being felt a bone-deep sense of being watched.

The blood-red comments filling the sky froze for an instant before erupting into unprecedented terror.

[The gods are actually workers?!]

[There are things even more terrifying than the Divine Realm?]

[So we've been watched by a higher level of darkness all along!]

[The destruction of the Divine Realm wasn't the end—it was the dark big shots discovering that the feed farm had gone out of control!]

[We're finished! The cage hasn't even been broken, and the apex predators are coming!]

The Sky Screen tore through space and displayed a scene of Chaos billions of light-years away.

Endless gray Chaos mist stretched as far as the eye could see, silent, cold, and barren.

Countless fragments of shattered planes floated within the mist, their surfaces covered in claw marks, corrosion, and tears.

Every fragment had once been a living feed farm like Douluo.

They had once bred living beings, cycled through harvests, and been controlled by gods, only to be torn apart and devoured by the Dark Alien Races in the end.

Deep within the image, a thick black fog slowly writhed.

It had no form, no outline, no sound—only pure darkness.

Yet that darkness alone made the Sky Screen itself tremble slightly, while its blood-red light continuously dimmed.

[Race Name: Outworld Dark Alien Races.]

[Rank: Above all gods, apex predators of the myriad heavens.]

[Method of Survival: Devour planes, gnaw upon origins, enslave gods.]

[Treatment of feed farms: Destroy if out of control, devour if damaged.]

The blunt, icy introduction exposed the greatest dark deception of the myriad heavens.

The gods had never been rulers. They were merely plane administrators selected by the Dark Alien Races.

They were responsible for controlling the feed farms, suppressing living beings, arranging deceptions, and stabilizing the production of origin.

Ninety percent of the origin harvested by the gods was handed over to the Dark Alien Races, with only ten percent left for the Divine Realm's own use.

The destruction and rebirth of Prehistoric Civilization, the slaughter between humans and Soul Beasts, bloodline pollution and alteration, the closed-loop imprisonment of the plane.

Every vicious method used by the gods existed solely to meet the feeding standards of the Dark Alien Races.

The Divine Realm rebelled, the gods fell, the rules shattered, and the continent lost control.

The feed farm managed by the gods had completely collapsed, and the disturbance spread through Chaos.

At this very moment, the apex predators that had lain dormant for eternity had noticed this ruined Douluo Continent.

Spirit City, atop the defensive line.

Bibi Dong's entire body turned ice-cold, her black robes pressed tightly against her chilled form.

Her Netherworld Divine Power scattered out of control as she stared fixedly at the writhing black fog on the Sky Screen.

She had defeated the gods, torn apart the shackles, and overturned the deception, believing she had escaped her fate.

Yet in the end, she had merely been a lowly ant overthrowing the manager of a breeding farm.

The true masters were now coldly watching the out-of-control cage.

"The gods are dogs, and we are food..."

The low, hoarse murmur squeezed through Bibi Dong's teeth. For the first time, powerless fear appeared in her eyes.

"From beginning to end, no one can escape the chessboard."

Sea God Island, where the waves froze.

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

The Sea Clan possessed an instinctive fear of higher darkness. Countless massive creatures of the deep curled up on the ocean floor, trembling violently.

She had seen through the gods' hypocrisy, the prison of the seas, and the pollution of bloodlines.

Yet she had never imagined that the darkness above all else was the eternal end that had never changed.

Clear Sky Sect, atop a broken mountain.

The Ancient Warhammer in Tang Chen's hand crashed down, splitting the hard rock apart.

This veteran powerhouse, who had lived through countless years, slain gods, and crossed desperate situations, trembled violently.

The Prehistoric Ancestors had already exhausted everything they had fighting the gods, only for them all to perish.

If those Dark Alien Races descended, the current ruined Douluo, with its polluted bloodlines, would not possess even the slightest power to resist.

"We overthrew the wardens and brought in the hunters."

The old voice was filled with bitterness as endless regret flooded through him.

Star Dou Great Forest, where all beasts prostrated themselves.

Di Tian pressed his limbs low, his massive body tightly against the ground as his golden dragon scales stood on end.

The ferocious beasts instinctively sensed the terrifying pressure deep within Chaos. Their bloodlines bore an ancient, primal fear of the Dark Alien Races.

The Soul Beast clans had struggled for hundreds of millions of years, believing that escaping the gods meant freedom.

Instead, they had merely exposed themselves early to the gaze of apex predators.

Xiao Wu curled up deep within a sea of flowers, her entire body trembling faintly.

She had seen the gods' cruelty, humanity's brutality, and the bloodshed of chaotic times.

But that silent darkness on the Sky Screen was an ultimate terror beyond comprehension, one that could not be resisted.

Amid the chaos, all the original prodigies fleeing in every direction froze stiff.

The Shrek group hid inside a dilapidated house, their faces pale as paper.

Oscar and Ning Rongrong trembled all over, their former pride and arrogance gone;

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing stared at each other, with nothing but pure despair left in their eyes;

Ma Hongjun's fat body shook constantly, and he could not even circulate the simplest trace of Soul Power.

They had once relied on talent, cheats, and the gods' favor.

Now that the gods had been destroyed and darkness had descended, they had nothing. They were merely inferior feed awaiting slaughter.

Across the entire continent, not a single person could remain calm.

The joy of overthrowing the gods and the exhilaration of tearing open the deception had all turned into bone-chilling cold at this moment.

A remote Barren Mountain, the Eternal Restriction.

Tang San slowly raised his head, his clouded eyes fixed tightly on the dark Chaos within the Sky Screen.

He had endured betrayal, judgment, and imprisonment, and had seen through every filthy deception in the world.

He had thought he had already become numb, that nothing could stir his emotions again.

Yet the instant he saw that darkness, fear rising from the depths of his soul swept through his entire body.

He knew exactly what he was.

A manufactured genius, concentrated poisoned blood, the finest feed, a pawn of the gods.

If the Dark Alien Races descended, top-grade feed like him would inevitably be targeted first.

"Even the right to be a pawn depends on the master's mood..."

His self-mocking laughter was hoarse and unpleasant. The wind swept past his ragged clothes, leaving him desolate and pitiful.

He had struggled for a lifetime, killed for a lifetime, climbed for a lifetime, only to understand at the end:

The gods were servants, all living beings were food, and the myriad heavens were a chessboard.

Above the sea of clouds, deep within the cloud layers.

Li Xuan stood quietly in white, his cold gaze directed at the dark Chaos beyond the Sky Screen.

He was the only person on the entire continent whose expression remained calm, without fear or trembling.

The system panel coldly reorganized itself, marking the terror beyond the heavens:

[Outworld Dark Alien Races: Have locked onto the Douluo Plane.]

[Investigation Level: Shallow scan. The plane has been judged damaged, with Order collapsed.]

[Predicted Alien Action: Within three days, deploy a Lesser Dark Envoy to investigate the feed farm's current state.]

[Plane Danger Level: Extreme danger.]

[Host Authorization: The sole individual immune to investigation and dark pressure, capable of actively confronting the alien races.]

The Blood-Red Sky Screen trembled faintly, its scarlet light flickering between brightness and darkness.

It was the dark gaze sweeping across the Plane Barrier—cold, indifferent, utterly emotionless.

It did not care about the destruction of the gods, the wails of living beings, or the blood covering the land.

It cared only about one thing—

Whether this broken feed farm could still produce nourishment.

If not, it would casually crush it and turn it into dust within Chaos.

Above the Sky Screen, lines of scarlet, bone-piercing prophecy were branded into the despairing heavens:

[Next Chapter: The Dark Envoy descends. The first lackey from beyond the heavens sets foot upon Douluo!]

[The Dark Envoy lands. No one on the entire continent can stop it!]

The gods had exited the stage, and darkness had taken it.

The deception had not ended, and the chess game continued.

The true world-ending calamity of Douluo had officially begun its countdown.