A blood-red sky hung heavily over the shattered Heaven Dou Continent. Bottomless fissures scarred the charred earth, gray mist rose ceaselessly from underground, and the breath of death congealed in the air.
Ruins and corpses strewn everywhere silently told of the catastrophe that had just passed. Qian Chenyue stood motionless amid the fragmented heavens, her pitch-black Fallen Angel wings stirring gently in the deathly wind. In her hand, the Law Balance slowly swirled with a dull, gray-white halo of death.
She looked down indifferently upon the broken Heaven Dou Continent below. Her cold, divine voice rang across the entire continent like a decree of heaven, branding itself directly into the bloodline origins of every Heaven Dou native: "Anyone bearing the bloodline of the Heaven Dou Continent, the instant you set foot on the soil of the Douluo Continent, my divine sense will detect your presence. Even at the ends of the earth, you will have nowhere to hide."
The intangible curse became countless slender gray-black lines, seeping deep into the bloodlines of the surviving creatures and becoming shackles that could never be cast off, generation after generation.
With that done, Qian Chenyue folded her wings, and her figure dissolved into the gray void, leaving behind only this barren land ravaged by death.
On the sea not far from the Heaven Dou Continent, aboard a passenger ship.
Kailuolun stared blankly into the distance, his face pale, at the homeland that had already become a hell.
His throat tightened. He wanted to cry out, but no sound would come. He wanted to set foot on his old homeland, but his legs gave way, and he collapsed.
He remembered Qian Chenyue's indifferent figure, remembered the countless pleading people of the Heaven Dou Continent, and, more than anything, remembered his own weakness at