The dim Sky Screen pressed heavily down, and the entire Douluo Continent fell silent.
The bloody deception that had castrated their spirit for hundreds of millions of years was laid bare. The instinctive servility engraved deep within their bloodlines could not be reversed.
Titled Douluo, ancient ferocious beasts, sect powerhouses, surviving geniuses—all living beings across the continent fell to their knees.
They knew darkness was a butcher. They knew they would inevitably be destroyed in seven days. Yet they still instinctively lowered their heads and begged humbly.
This was not cowardice. It was a permanent curse left behind by gods who had deliberately altered their genes, artificially erased their proud spirit, and left only servility behind.
High above the center of the continent, the Dark Envoy floated in the void.
Its gaunt black body looked coldly down upon the sea of kneeling people below, its hollow eyes devoid of even the slightest ripple.
In its eyes, the creatures of this plane were docile and cheap, ignorant and lowly—the most worry-free and inferior feed.
Bloody subtitles emerged coldly across the Sky Screen, illuminating the humble figures scattered across the ground.
[All living beings are slaves, tamed for countless generations.]
[The creatures of Douluo World have long lost their instinct to resist.]
[Obedience is their nature, kneeling is their instinct, and survival is their shackle.]
The comments were filled with bone-piercing sorrow. Every line radiated a chill that seeped into the marrow.
[This makes my scalp go numb! Everyone instinctively dropped to their knees!]
[The gods didn't just deceive us—they forcibly raised us like livestock!]
[They know they'll die, yet they still kneel before the executioner. That's the most terrifying deception of all!]
[Tang San, Bibi Dong, Di Tian—no matter how strong they are, they can't escape the servility in their bloodlines!]