The grand audience hall of the Star Luo Imperial Palace had once stood as the absolute, undisputed symbol of martial supremacy and unbreakable authority across the continent. Its towering pillars, carved from singular blocks of dark obsidian, had previously gleamed with the polished pride of a thousand undefeated generations. Now, those same pillars were heavily fractured, scorched black by intense elemental fire, and stained with the dried, dark blood of the elite Imperial Guards who had desperately, futilely attempted to defend their sovereign.
The heavy, suffocating scent of incinerated stone and shattered pride hung thickly in the air. The transition of power was absolute.
Sitting upon the grand, elevated Obsidian Throne—a seat of power previously occupied solely by the White Tiger lineage for countless centuries—was Emperor Xue Qinghe of the Heaven Dou Empire. In absolute reality, this was Liam of the Spirit Hall, executing his flawless, overarching role with impeccable, regal grace. He wore immaculate, flowing robes of pristine white and gold, a stark, blinding contrast to the ruined, darkened state of the conquered throne room.
Before the elevated dais, kneeling upon the cracked and pulverized marble floor, were the absolute apex figures of the vanquished Star Luo Empire.
Emperor Dai Tianxiong, the once-terrifying ruler of the Star Luo Empire and a formidable Titled Douluo, was bound tightly in massive, spirit-sealing chains forged from heavy cold iron. His ornate golden armor had been entirely stripped away, leaving him in tattered, blood-stained silken undergarments. His golden eyes, though bloodshot and rimmed with profound exhaustion, still burned with a feral, unyielding hatred.
Beside him knelt the fierce, uncompromising remnants of his most loyal allied clans. Yu Yuanzhen, the formidable Patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, breathed heavily, his deep blue scales forcibly retracted into his skin by the suppressing runes carved into his shackles. Tai Tan, the hulking Patriarch of the Strength Clan; Niu Gao, the heavily armored Patriarch of the Defense Clan; and Bai He, the sharp-eyed Patriarch of the Speed Clan, all knelt in a rigid, defiant line. Accompanying them were numerous captured Titled Douluo elders and heavily injured core disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, their massive hammers permanently sealed within their fractured spiritual seas.
Thousands of other high-ranking nobles, sectarian leaders, and elite military commanders of the Star Luo Empire filled the sprawling courtyard outside the ruined palace, all heavily bound and heavily guarded by the elite Spirit Masters of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Emperor Xue Qinghe looked down upon the broken titans of the continent, his expression a mask of profound, untouchable serenity.
"The era of endless, bloody conflict driven by your ceaseless territorial ambitions has officially reached its absolute conclusion," Xue Qinghe declared, his calm, authoritative voice echoing through the ruined hall, amplified by the refined spirit power of his disguise. "The Heaven Dou Empire has successfully pacified the continent. The violence you sought to inflict upon our borders has been returned to you in full."
Dai Tianxiong spat a mouthful of dark, metallic blood onto the cracked marble.
"You sit upon a stolen throne, Xue Qinghe," Dai Tianxiong snarled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble of pure venom. "You think you have won? You think the Heaven Dou Empire possesses the spine to rule these lands? You are nothing but a puppet dancing on the strings of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect and that demonic monster in the Frostfall Province! The White Tiger lineage does not bow to weaklings who hide behind mechanical cowardice!"
"Your arrogance is precisely what led the Star Luo Empire into the jaws of complete annihilation, Dai Tianxiong," Xue Qinghe replied smoothly, entirely unfazed by the ferocious insult. He rested his hands gracefully upon the armrests of the Obsidian Throne. "You relied on brute force and outdated martial pride, entirely ignoring the shifting tides of the world. Now, your vanguard is ash, your cities are occupied, and your legacy is broken."
Xue Qinghe stood up, his golden aura radiating a soothing, yet overwhelmingly absolute authority. He withdrew a heavy, imperial scroll bearing the grand seal of the Heaven Dou Empire.
"By the supreme authority vested in the Imperial Crown of the Heaven Dou Empire, I hereby deliver the final judgement upon the primary instigators of this continental war," Xue Qinghe pronounced, reading the decree aloud. "Emperor Dai Tianxiong, the entirety of the imperial bloodline, the leaders of the complicit noble houses, the elders and core disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, and the adult combatants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and allied single-attribute clans... you are all formally stripped of your titles, your lands, and your worldly privileges."
Yu Yuanzhen pulled violently against his heavy chains, the thick iron links groaning under his sheer, suppressed physical might.
"You dare strip the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan of our ancient rights?!" Yu Yuanzhen roared, his eyes flashing with desperate, suicidal wrath. "Kill us! Execute us here and let our blood stain this palace! We will never accept the judgement of a cowardly king!"
"Execution would be far too merciful for the unimaginable devastation your unified ambition has caused," Xue Qinghe countered coldly. He rolled the scroll shut with a sharp, decisive snap. "Your lives are no longer your own. I hereby decree that all primary war criminals present in this hall, and the thousands gathered in the courtyards, are to be handed over directly to the custody of the Champion Marquis, Zhang Tian. You will be transported to the Frostfall Province, where you will serve the remainder of your miserable lives paying for your sins against the continent."
A profound, suffocating silence descended upon the bound captives. The mere mention of the Champion Marquis sent a violent, uncontrollable shiver down the spines of the captured elders. They had all heard the terrifying, blood-curdling rumors of what Zhang Tian did to his enemies. To be handed over entirely to his absolute jurisdiction was a fate significantly worse than immediate execution.
"No!" a captured Clear Sky Sect elder shouted, his voice cracking with sheer, unmitigated panic. "You cannot send us to his domain! You cannot give us to him!"
"The decree is absolute," Xue Qinghe stated, turning his back on the broken titans. He signaled the heavily armored captains of the Royal Guard. "Prepare the transport convoys. Ensure their spiritual seas remain entirely sealed. Remove them from my sight."
The heavy, iron-shod boots of the Heaven Dou Empire's enforcers echoed through the hall as they forcefully dragged the struggling, cursing patriarchs and the broken Emperor out of the throne room.
The logistical undertaking required to securely transport thousands of high-value, highly dangerous captives across the vast expanse of the continent was staggering. However, utilizing the supreme, revolutionary technological advancements provided directly by Crimson Zenith City, the Heaven Dou Empire executed the transfer with terrifying, flawless efficiency.
Stationed just outside the ruined capital were dozens of massive, heavily armored flying Spirit Tool carriages. These colossal transports were not pulled by avian Spirit Beasts, but were propelled by highly complex, glowing runic circuits and hyper-condensed spirit power cores that generated sustained, powerful levitation and thrust.
The prisoners were herded like cattle. Dai Tianxiong, Yu Yuanzhen, Tai Tan, Niu Gao, Bai He, and the other prominent leaders were violently shoved into the darkest, most heavily reinforced compartments of the central transport. The heavy steel doors slammed shut with a resounding, finalizing clang, plunging them into absolute darkness, save for the faint, pulsing azure light of the suppression runes etched into the metal walls.
For eight agonizing days, the massive fleet of flying Spirit Tool carriages tore through the sky, carrying the shattered remnants of the Star Luo Empire's elite far away from their warm, familiar homeland.
Inside the cold, vibrating hull of the transport, the atmosphere was incredibly bleak. The constant, high-speed hum of the spirit power cores was the only sound that penetrated the thick steel. As the days dragged on, the temperature inside the carriage began to drop significantly, a clear, undeniable indicator that they were rapidly approaching the freezing, unforgiving climate of the extreme limits of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Dai Tianxiong sat slumped against the cold metal wall, his heavy chains rattling faintly with every turbulence. His golden eyes were hollow, staring blankly into the shadows. He had lost everything. His empire, his armies, his pride, and his freedom. Even his wife, Empress Zhu Leihua, remained missing, a humiliating secret that gnawed endlessly at his shattered mind.
"We should have fought to the death," Tai Tan grumbled from the opposite corner, his massive, hulking frame shivering slightly as the biting cold began to seep through the floorboards. "This is a profound, unforgivable disgrace. To be caged like ordinary beasts."
"To think our end won't be due to fighting to the death but rather…at the change of an era," Yu Yuanzhen replied, his voice a hoarse, defeated rasp. "The moment those metallic cannons annihilated our vanguard... the era of our martial dominance ended. We are relics. And now, we are being delivered to the very monster who forged the weapons that broke the world."
On the morning of the ninth day, the heavy, vibrating hum of the thrusters shifted pitch, indicating a rapid descent. The massive flying carriages breached the thick, perpetual snow clouds, revealing the sprawling, terrifyingly beautiful expanse of the Frostfall Province.
The transports did not land within the opulent, geothermally heated domes of Crimson Zenith City. Instead, they angled sharply toward a desolate, howling expanse of jagged ice and dark stone situated several dozen miles away from the capital's radiant glow.
With a series of heavy, bone-jarring thuds, the carriages touched down upon a massive, completely cleared plateau of solid, dark ice.
The heavy steel doors hissed open, and the freezing, violent gales of the biting environment immediately flooded the compartments. The captives, still dressed in their torn, blood-stained silken garments and light armor, gasped in sheer agony as the sub-zero temperatures bit ruthlessly into their flesh.
"Move!" the heavily insulated guards of the Heaven Dou Empire commanded, using the blunt ends of their spears to forcefully prod the shivering, stumbling prisoners out onto the ice.
As Dai Tianxiong and the other patriarchs were shoved out into the blinding, swirling blizzard, their bloodshot eyes widened in profound, undeniable awe and terror.
Carved directly into the side of a massive, towering glacier before them were two colossal, adamantine doors, heavily inscribed with dark, menacing runes that seemed to absorb the ambient light. Flanking the doors were dozens of towering, silent figures draped in heavy, dark crimson cloaks—the elite, absolute enforcers of Zhang Tian's personal guard.
Standing at the very center of this terrifying welcoming committee was a single, imposing figure. He wore elegant, dark aristocratic robes lined with thick, white spirit-fox fur, entirely unbothered by the freezing gales. His handsome face was a mask of cold, unyielding calculation, and his icy blue eyes gleamed with a dark, satisfied light as he observed the arrival of his broken spoils.
It was Zhang Tian's Blood Silver Mirage Clone, perfectly executing the overarching will of his main body which was to handle the situation here at the city.
'This harvest is rather plentiful…The Rakshasa Goddess should like this quantity of Spirit Masters in her city,' the clone thought, his mind perfectly synchronized with his true self.
"Welcome to your new, eternal home," the clone spoke, his smooth, commanding voice cutting effortlessly through the howling blizzard. "You have arrived at the gates of Rakshasa City."
The clone raised his hand, and the colossal adamantine doors groaned, slowly grinding open to reveal a massive, plunging subterranean tunnel that descended deep into the absolute, lightless depths of the earth.
Over the course of the next two weeks, the subterranean penal colony underwent a massive, unprecedented expansion to accommodate the staggering influx of high-value captives.
Zhang Tian's clone personally oversaw the intricate, highly complex terraforming process. He did not rely on physical labor or crude mining Spirit Tools. Instead, he commanded hundreds of highly specialized, Earth Attribute Spirit Masters from his engineering corps.
They stood along the edges of the newly designated cavern sectors, their spirit rings flaring in perfect, synchronized harmony. They utilized precise, highly concentrated spiritual vibrations to manipulate the foundational bedrock itself. Under their guided influence, the solid, freezing stone of the deep earth softened, rippling like dark water before hardening instantly into hundreds of thousands of individual, heavily reinforced stone cells, sprawling execution squares, and deep, labyrinthine corridors.
The architecture was intentionally designed to be brutal, disorienting, and entirely devoid of natural light. It was a perfect, subterranean hellscape meant to completely crush the human spirit.
However, the physical stone was merely the shell. The true, absolute horror of Rakshasa City lay in the overarching, supreme suppression woven into the very air.
As Dai Tianxiong, Yu Yuanzhen, and the thousands of captured adults were forcefully marched deeper into the lightless caverns, they suddenly felt a violently agonizing, tearing sensation deep within their lower abdomens.
"My... my spirit power!" a captured Spirit Douluo from the Star Luo Imperial Guard screamed, dropping to his knees on the cold stone floor, clutching his stomach in sheer, unmitigated terror.
The entire subterranean expanse was covered by a massive, flawless Spirit Power Sealing Formation—a profound Nullification Field engineered directly by Zhang Tian's peerless intellect. The moment any captive crossed the threshold into the lower levels, the highly complex runic circuits embedded within the bedrock forcibly clamped down upon their dantians, completely and permanently severing their connection to their martial spirits.
Dai Tianxiong gasped, his golden eyes wide with profound disbelief. He tried to summon his majestic White Tiger Avatar, attempting to draw upon the fierce, oppressive aura of his newly ascended Titled Douluo realm.
Nothing happened. His meridians felt completely empty, cold, and entirely dead. The immense, superhuman strength that had defined his entire existence vanished in an instant.
He was no longer a sovereign. He was no longer a Titled Douluo. He had been forcefully, brutally reduced to a fragile, ordinary human.
"You monster!" Yu Yuanzhen bellowed, his voice echoing weakly against the cavern walls as he realized his terrifying lightning manipulation was entirely gone. He tried to lunge at the heavily armored guards, but without his spirit power, his physical body was merely that of an aging, exhausted man. A single guard casually backhanded the Patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, sending him crashing into the dirt, his lip split and bleeding.
"In this city, you are nothing," the clone announced, his voice echoing from hidden projection Spirit Tools mounted on the cavern ceiling. "Your martial spirits are sealed. Your titles are meaningless. You will mine the deep-earth ores with your bare hands, you will fight for scraps of food, and you will learn the true, absolute meaning of despair."
At the very center of this massive, sprawling subterranean prison, situated far below the deepest cells, lay the dark, beating heart of the complex: the central Rakshasa Shrine.
This monumental chamber was built from polished, blackened bones and dark obsidian. At the far end stood a towering, terrifying idol of the Rakshasa Goddess, her multiple, scythe-wielding arms spread wide in a gesture of twisted, malicious embrace.
The air within the shrine was incredibly thick, saturated with a dense, swirling purple mist. This mist was not ordinary fog; it was the physical manifestation of pure, unadulterated malice, resentment, and profound agony.
As the thousands of high-tier captives were thrown into their freezing cells, stripped of their power and their dignity, their minds shattered. The collective, suffocating despair of fallen emperors, broken patriarchs, and disgraced nobles generated a massive, continuous wave of dark Faith Energy.
Deep within the purple mist, the divine consciousness of the Rakshasa Goddess stirred, her sickly green eyes flashing with pure, gluttonous delight.
"Delicious," the Rakshasa Goddess breathed softly, her raspy, echoing voice vibrating through the dark shrine, audible only to the spiritual senses of Zhang Tian's clone. "The sheer volume of their suffering is exquisite. The arrogant pride of the White Tiger lineage, rotting away in the dark... it is a feast fit for the abyss."
"Feed well, Goddess," the clone replied calmly, standing before the dark idol. "Replenish your divine reserves. The expansion of Rakshasa City will continue for quite some time. They will provide you with a constant, unending stream of malice for decades to come."
"You honor our pact flawlessly, flesh and blood," the Rakshasa Goddess chuckled, the sound like grinding stones. "My core is rapidly stabilizing. When the time comes for my Inheritor to ascend, I shall have the vast, overwhelming power required to help her inherit my Divine Position."
'I wonder how quickly she could fully restore her original divine might,' the clone thought, analyzing the purple mist with keen interest. 'This steady influx of profound despair could accelerate her healing exponentially. A powerful ally is exactly what I need against the other Gods supporting that Tang San.'
While the adult captives were condemned to an eternity of lightless suffering and divine harvesting, a profoundly different, yet equally ruthless process was unfolding on the surface levels of the Frostfall Province.
During the initial processing phase, before the prisoners were marched into the Nullification Field, a violent, heartbreaking separation had occurred.
"No! Please, take me instead! Leave him!" a noblewoman of the Star Luo Empire shrieked, her voice tearing her throat as two heavily armored guards forcefully ripped her four-year-old son from her desperate grasp.
"Return my granddaughter to me, you soulless beasts!" Bai He, the Patriarch of the Speed Clan, howled, thrashing wildly against his heavy chains as several young, terrified children of his clan were herded away into a separate, heavily guarded corridor.
Dai Tianxiong watched in absolute, paralyzing horror as the youngest, most promising scions of the Imperial Family—infants and children under the age of ten—were systematically separated from the adult population.
"What are you doing to them?!" Dai Tianxiong roared, his golden eyes filled with genuine, paternal terror. "Kill us if you must, but spare the children!"
Zhang Tian's clone walked slowly down the processing line, his icy blue eyes sweeping over the weeping, enraged adults with complete, analytical detachment.
"Your children will not follow you into the dark, Dai Tianxiong," the clone stated, his voice devoid of any warmth. "They are innocent of your warlike ambitions and your profound corruption. They will not be thrown into Rakshasa City to suffer for your failures."
The clone turned his gaze toward the terrified, crying children, who were being gently but firmly ushered toward a set of massive, glowing elevators leading back up to the surface.
"They are no longer your heirs," the clone declared, his words acting as the final, crushing blow to the legacies of the fallen empires and sects. "They no longer belong to the White Tiger lineage, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, or the Clear Sky Sect. They belong entirely to Crimson Zenith City now."
As the second month of the post-war era began, the true depth of Zhang Tian's chilling, long-term societal engineering was revealed.
The children and infants of the captured noble families, hostile clans, and sectarian enemies were completely excluded from the horrors of Rakshasa City. Instead, they were transported to the secure, heavily warded, and incredibly luxurious upper zones of the Frostfall Province.
Over the next two weeks, thousands of these young children were placed into massive, specialized orphanages that Zhang Tian had meticulously designed and constructed specifically for this purpose.
These facilities were breathtaking. They featured pristine, brightly lit corridors, sprawling, climate-controlled indoor gardens filled with vibrant, elemental vegetation, and exceptionally warm, comfortable dormitories. The children were provided with the finest silk clothing, incredibly nutritious, energy-rich meals, and the absolute best physical care available on the continent.
However, beneath this veneer of absolute, benevolent luxury lay a highly structured, inescapable system of profound cognitive conditioning.
Zhang Tian's clone personally oversaw the implementation of the educational curriculum within these orphanages. He did not rely on standard, flawed human teachers who might harbor secret sympathies for the fallen empires, nor did he solely depend on unfeeling Spirit Tools to shape their minds. Instead, he deployed his most specialized, deeply loyal assets: high-level Mental Attribute Spirit Masters.
Inside one of the pristine, expansive classrooms, dozens of young children, including the former princes of the Star Luo Empire and the young scions of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, sat at their polished wooden desks. Their eyes were wide, and their small bodies were tense with a lingering, underlying fear of their new environment.
At the front of the room stood a stern, immaculate man in silver robes—a Level 68 Spirit Emperor possessing a rare Mental Attribute martial spirit known as the Phantasmal Dreamweaver.
Directly behind the Spirit Emperor stood four Support Type Spirit Masters, their palms resting firmly against his back. Their bodies glowed brilliantly with vibrant yellow and purple spirit rings.
"Third Spirit Ring Ability - Spiritual Fortification Matrix!"
"Fourth Spirit Ring Ability - Mind Clarity Amplification!"
"Fifth Spirit Ring Ability - Vital Essence Restoration!"
The Support Type Spirit Masters continuously, relentlessly funneled their own spirit power and vital essence into the mental specialist, forcefully enhancing his mental capacity and overarching spiritual range to encompass the entire classroom without breaking his focus.
The Spirit Emperor's deep black sixth spirit ring flared with a hypnotic, undulating radiance.
"Look closely, children," the Mental Attribute Spirit Master commanded, his voice carrying a soothing, incredibly resonant frequency that effortlessly bypassed their natural mental defenses and plunged directly into their developing spiritual seas.
The classroom around them seemed to dissolve, replaced by vivid, incredibly realistic three-dimensional illusions projected directly into their minds.
The children gasped as the illusions surrounded them. They saw terrifying, chaotic images of the Star Luo Empire. The mental projection displayed brutal, heavily armored soldiers oppressing poor villagers, arrogant nobles executing commoners for minor offenses, and the dark, bloody rituals of sectarian warfare. The Mental Attribute Spirit Master carefully manipulated the emotional weight of these images, injecting sensations of intense fear, disgust, and profound betrayal into the children's minds, linking those negative emotions permanently to their former homeland and their biological families.
"Your biological ancestors were consumed by darkness and greed," the Spirit Emperor murmured, his voice echoing perfectly within their thoughts, the soothing spiritual fluctuations gently reinforcing the narrative. "They sought to plunge the entire world into endless, bloody war. Their arrogance brought ruin. They abandoned you to your fate, prioritizing their own martial pride over your safety."
The young scions of the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan trembled, tears streaming down their faces as the overwhelming emotional manipulation shattered their foundational understanding of their parents.
The horrific images faded, replaced by a brilliant, blinding light. The mental projection shifted to display the magnificent, towering spires of Crimson Zenith City, glowing warmly against the freezing blizzards. A profound sense of peace, safety, and ultimate comfort was actively forced into their spiritual seas.
"But you were saved," the Spirit Emperor continued, his tone shifting to one of profound, reverent awe.
The majestic image of Zhang Tian materialized within the illusion. He was depicted not as a ruthless conqueror, but as a divine, sorrowful savior draped in glowing white robes, his icy blue eyes filled with absolute, paternal love for the children.
"The Lord Marquis, Zhang Tian, brought the light to the continent," the Mental Attribute Spirit Master taught them, weaving absolute adoration and unconditional loyalty into their very souls. "He shattered the armies of darkness to protect the innocent. He personally reached into the flames of war and rescued you from the sins of your bloodline. He provided you with this warm home, with food, and with a brilliant future. He is your true father. He is your sovereign. He is the sole reason you draw breath."
The cognitive conditioning was relentless, flawless, and entirely inescapable. Every lesson, every story, and every song taught within the orphanages was meticulously designed by the Mental Attribute Spirit Masters to foster an absolute, unbreakable devotion to Zhang Tian and Crimson Zenith City.
The children, stripped of their past identities and surrounded entirely by comfort while being constantly subjected to high-level emotional and spiritual manipulation, adapted rapidly. The trauma of their separation was artificially erased, replaced by a deep, instilled, and fanatic gratitude for the luxurious environment they now inhabited.
In the central courtyard of the primary orphanage, Zhang Tian's clone stood upon a concealed balcony, looking down at the afternoon activities.
Hundreds of young children, dressed in immaculate, matching white uniforms bearing the crimson crest of the Frostfall Province, were gathered in neat, perfectly disciplined rows. They were entirely unaware of the dark, lightless hell their parents were currently enduring miles beneath their feet.
A specialized instructor, completely loyal to the Lord Marquis, raised his hand to conduct their daily recitation.
"Who gave us this home?" the instructor called out.
"The Lord Marquis!" the children chanted in perfect, enthusiastic unison, their small voices echoing brightly across the warm, sunlit courtyard.
"Who protects us from the darkness?"
"The Lord Marquis!"
"Whom do we serve, now and forever?"
"We serve the Lord Marquis! We serve Crimson Zenith City!" the children cheered, their eyes shining with genuine, completely manufactured adoration.
The clone smiled, a cold, profoundly satisfied light gleaming in his icy blue eyes.
'This method is vastly superior,' the clone thought, his mind transmitting the successful results directly back to Zhang Tian's main body. 'The physical conquest of the continent was merely the first step. True, absolute dominion is not achieved by merely chaining the adults in the dark. It is achieved by capturing the hearts and rewriting the spiritual seas of the next generation.'
He turned away from the balcony, entirely content with the progress. The elite bloodlines of his enemies—the unparalleled physical potential of the White Tiger, the destructive lightning of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and the crushing weight of the Clear Sky Hammer—were no longer threats to his empire. They had been flawlessly repurposed.
When these children grew up, completely brainwashed and highly cultivated using the supreme resources of the Heaven Dou Empire, they would not seek revenge for their fallen parents. They would become the most fanatical, deadliest, and absolutely loyal enforcers Zhang Tian had ever possessed, willing to gladly lay down their lives for the very master who had subjugated their families.
The foundation of a permanent, unbreakable empire had been successfully, ruthlessly established.
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