False Heaven

Qian Gu Fenfeng stood in the shattered planar void, his robes snapping in the fierce winds of the plane's decay. His deep eyes calmly surveyed the Douluo World beneath his feet as it hurtled toward destruction.

The plane's essence was like flesh and blood being ceaselessly stripped away, flowing outward without end.

A gray haze of deathly silence shrouded the sky. Sunlight pierced the clouds, stripped of its former warmth, leaving only a cold, pallid glow.

Dense, cobweb-like cracks covered the Plane Barrier. The deathly, desolate aura beyond the plane seeped through the fissures, eroding every living thing that remained in the world.

Spiritual veins fell silent and went out one after another, and the Soul Power between heaven and earth had thinned to the verge of depletion. The entire Douluo Plane was like an aged man on his deathbed, its vitality draining away, only a step from utter annihilation.

Faced with this desolation, with all things approaching their end, Qian Gu Fenfeng remained indifferent.

"As expected of the Tang family..."

His gaze passed through layer upon layer of clouds and mist toward the twelve Order Messengers in secluded cultivation within the Spirit Pagoda.

Now that the plane was nearing collapse, it could no longer support any more people ascending to godhood.

Even Qian Gu Fenfeng himself, feeling the plane's anguished cries beneath its unbearable burden, knew full well that he could no longer walk through Douluo.

"For the plane to endure, a small portion of its people must be sacrificed..."

Boundless, supreme power slowly rose around him. Transcending the restraints of planar laws and carrying the terrifying might to refine all things and reshape heaven and earth, it swept across the entire Star Dou Continent in an instant.

A hazy, irresistible divine light enveloped the entire land.

Towering mountains slowly dissolved beneath that mighty power. Forests stretching for thousands of miles turned into streams of light, and the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Great Forest churned and boiled, all its water transforming into currents of essence-light.

At that moment, every living being on the continent, strong or weak, whether a Star Dou native or a member of the Federal Guard, was enveloped by that power. Flesh, Soul Bones, Soul Cores-everything that constituted their existence was dismantled, stripped of its worldly appearance, and reduced to the purest essence-energy, churning and surging through the void.

Qian Gu Fenfeng raised his hand and drew forth the last strand of native planar essence clinging to life in the depths of the Douluo Plane, teetering on the brink of collapse. It was precisely the essence Ah Yin had yet to refine!

That essence was faint and fragmented, bearing the sorrow of a dying plane. Thread by thread, it escaped from the Plane Core and drifted through the void.

The two streams of essence met in the void. On one side was vast, surging power, brimming with the robust strength of earth and life; on the other was the Douluo Plane's remaining essence, battered and timeworn, bearing the laws of heaven and earth accumulated by this world over hundreds of millions of years.

With a gentle guiding motion of Qian Gu Fenfeng's fingertip, the mighty torrent of Star Dou essence descended first, transforming into overlapping layers of light that intertwined to weave the framework of a canopy of heaven.

Threads of essence-light refined from countless mountains, rivers, ancient trees, and living beings wound around one another, interlocked, and crisscrossed, weaving the beginnings of a boundless canopy.

Those threads of light alternated between solidity and insubstantiality, constantly restructuring and fusing, imprinting all the weight of mountains, rivers, and earth, along with the breath of living beings, into the canopy.

Then the Douluo Plane's remaining essence slowly merged into this framework.

Fragmented planar laws flowed along the threads of light, filling gaps and mending cracks. Tempered by the remaining planar essence, the once violent, restless refined essence gradually shed its destructive ferocity and developed the rhythm of heaven and earth unique to the Douluo World.

Dull rumbling rang out continuously through the void-the sound of the two kinds of essence colliding, adjusting to one another, and merging.

Huge patterns of light emerged and flowed across the canopy's surface, while arcane runes continually formed and vanished. These were marks of law engraved by Qian Gu Fenfeng through his supreme divine abilities.

Upon this artificially constructed canopy, he inscribed restrictions to sustain the plane and shut out the deathly energy beyond it.

Its outline took shape little by little.

It was a vast creation forged by human hands.

The immense, boundless canopy slowly unfurled, like an endless veil spreading open through the void.

At first, the canopy remained mottled, with fissures visible everywhere and unstable streams of light still flickering in many places.

With a thought, Qian Gu Fenfeng poured power into it without end, continually repairing every flaw in the canopy. Violent energy was soothed, restless essence was tamed, and golden patterns of law sealed the crisscrossing cracks one by one.

As the refining process neared its end, the entire canopy slowly began to radiate a soft glow. It conjured flowing clouds and rosy light, imitating the appearance of the original sky, yet a closer look revealed the countless threads of essence-light flowing deep within the canopy-its artificial nature.

The instant its forging was complete, the enormous False Heaven slowly descended, gradually enveloping the entire Douluo Continent.

The canopy lowered, and a vast tide of energy poured down from it like welcome rain upon the earth. Mighty transformative power surged into every inch of the Douluo Plane's land, forcibly elevating the fundamental nature of the plane where the Sun Moon Federation stood.

The cobweb cracks that had covered the Plane Barrier were sealed, layer by layer, by the power of law emanating from the False Heaven. The deathly, desolate aura seeping in from beyond the plane was shut outside the canopy, no longer able to erode the world with ease.

The plane's nearly depleted foundations were powerfully reinforced, and the Soul Power that had been dispersing began to recover slowly. Across the barren, cracked plains, scattered shoots struggled out of the soil. Relying on this artificially forged False Heaven, the broken world barely managed to sustain its vitality.

The False Heaven hung high in the sky, cycling through day and night, sustaining the continued existence of this already declining plane.

It was a life-prolonging shackle, and also an artificially forged heavenly order, hanging silently above the Douluo World as witness to the rewriting of this plane's fate.

Qian Gu Fenfeng looked toward the deepest reaches of the plane. There lay the core of the Douluo Plane, the source from which all the world's laws were born, and the gathering place of its remaining essence. With a single step, he passed through layers of spatial barriers and entered the domain of the Plane Core.

His brows furrowed slightly as he thought, Now that I am about to fall into slumber and merge my body with the heavenly order, I have no time to attend to this band of protagonists.

Then, using Soul Power, he sealed his ensuing arrangements into a feather from a Fallen Angel's wing. With a casual wave of his hand, the Feather of Death drifted slowly downward, finally coming to rest before Qian Chenyue, who was in secluded cultivation.

"Chen Yue, you are the most gifted person apart from me. I expect you will be the first to ascend to godhood."

"Once you awaken, immediately descend upon the Heaven Dou Continent through the Boundary Rift Gate and annihilate all life!"

"This matter is of the utmost importance. Do not be careless."

"Do not worry about me. Yours, Qian Gu Fenfeng."

He slowly closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into the rolling planar essence. His body became part of the Plane Core, sharing its existence with this broken world.

The False Heaven hung high in the sky, ceaselessly sustaining the Douluo Continent's existence. Within the Plane Core, Qian Gu Fenfeng lay quietly dormant, drawing in planar essence as he slept, slowly turning this world's accumulated reserves into his own power.