History always repeated itself with startling similarity.
It was like an enormous painting. Once its composition was set, no amount of alteration would change the outcome much.
Under Ye Mengwei's control, Dai Tianfeng had ruthlessly killed a group of nobles from the Star Luo Empire.
For military funds and other reasons, Xue Qinghe had also ruthlessly slaughtered a group of nobles from the Heaven Dou Empire.
There was no need to elaborate on their reasons, but one thing was undeniable: the two emperors' wholesale slaughter had reduced the number of nobles on the Douluo Continent by roughly half.
Moreover, most of those killed had been high-ranking nobles, earls or above.
As a result, quite a few commoners were surprised to discover that their lives had suddenly become just a little easier.
A dividing line marking the passage of time.
Four days later, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun finally set foot on Dawn Island.
In their hearts, it was their only dawn, their only hope.
Just as Blood Fiend had said, Dawn Island was a small island blanketed by wind and snow all year round.
The instant the three stepped onto the island, they felt a bone-piercing chill.
It seemed to come not from the temperature, but from a cold capable of freezing soul power.
The frigid wind howled, slashing across their faces like blades.
At some point, thick snowflakes began drifting over the island again, piling up ever deeper.
"Didn't Lord Blood Fiend say that Lord Rakshasa God's inheritance would appear once I set foot on this island? But..."
Tang San watched the snowflakes dancing across the sky, a faint unease stirring in his heart.
He had failed to obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain in Slaughter City, and on Sea God Island, he had received only a single