A clear breeze swept across mountains and rivers for thousands of miles beneath a cloudless sky.
The Blood-Red Sky Screen had completely vanished. That eerie curtain of light, which had spanned eternity and exposed layers upon layers of deception, was forever buried in the dust of the old era. Douluo Continent had shed its Divine Blood Contamination, broken free of the Outer-Heaven Chessboard, shattered the Plane Prison, and truly become an independent, pure, free world.
No gods manipulated events from the shadows, no darkness waited to harvest lives, and no one stirred up slaughter.
The land healed, vegetation regrew, rivers and seas lay peaceful, and all races lived in tranquility.
Having endured the apocalyptic calamity, all living beings quietly gazed upon this brand-new land.
The ashes of war gradually cooled, ruined cities began to be rebuilt, and broken mountain ranges turned green once more.
All the hatred, obsession, slaughter, and suffering of the old era dispersed with the wind.
Amid the broken walls and ruins of Spirit City, Bibi Dong stood alone.
Having shed the Pope's luxurious black robes and cast off her murderous aura, she wore simple, plain clothes.
Her violet eyes, once filled with hatred, coldness, and madness, now held only calm clarity.
She had destroyed the Divine Realm with her own hands and witnessed the end of darkness with her own eyes, walking the most rugged and tortuous road in the mortal world.
At last, she understood that she had never truly had an enemy in her life.
The gods were not her enemies, darkness was not her enemy, and neither were the people of the world.
What had truly trapped, tormented, and destroyed her was the eternal chess game, the deception imposed from above.
"The game has scattered. There are no more pieces."
Her soft words