Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit

Chapter 359 Bai E: "Rise, my companions!"

Medemus ran as fast as he could on the road; if he didn't hurry, he feared that Xiaodie would see Bai'e before him.

He still doesn't know how he suddenly arrived in the underworld. It could be a natural phenomenon, but it's more likely that he was ambushed by an unknown entity.

The most important thing now is to finish this revival marathon as soon as possible and see what the reality is.

The path opened by the butterfly climbed higher and higher; if Medemus were to look down at this moment, he could probably see the entire underworld.

In terms of scenery alone, the underworld at this moment is arguably the most beautiful place on the continent. The boundless sea of ​​flowers and the golden River Styx complement each other like a painting by Monet. Unfortunately, Medemus didn't have time to see any of this.

At the end of the purple road lies a white door, and the soul yearns to cross this boundary between life and death.

The moment he crossed over, Medemos's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly retreated, only to be blocked by a black figure.

"I am...the past."

"scapegoat……"

"Your...enemy."

It was like the harsh, hoarse sound emanating from a record player that had been corroded by the air for over a century, which entered Medemus's ears.

The sound made his soul very uncomfortable. His golden eyes, which concealed a lion, narrowed slightly. The enemy blocking the gate of light looked very much like him, or rather, he was himself.

However, the "self" in front of him was covered with black cracks, which exuded an ominous aura. Many parts of it were hollow, which made people feel creepy.

Medemos clenched his fists, and even without soul power, he exuded a terrifying fighting spirit, coldly saying:

"No matter who you are, I don't have time to chat with you right now."

"Since you've chosen to block my way, let me see just how capable you are!"

Medemus did not choose to talk to him; Bai'er was still outside fighting several powerful enemies, and the words "desertion in the face of battle" were not in his dictionary.

He suddenly exerted force with his leg, throwing a straight punch at "Past's" face. The black figure parried in a posture he was extremely familiar with, blocking Medmos's fist.

"This movement..."

"Sure enough."

Medemos has always been very intelligent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been described as a "sage" by that Xia. With just a simple gesture, he was able to judge the identity and strength of the person in front of him.

"I stopped using this action six months ago because it was deciphered by some unofficial historian."

With a twist of his body, Medemos turned his palm at an extremely precise angle, like a magician performing a unique magic trick that was hard to understand. The lack of soul power did not mean that all combat skills would be lost.

Medemus has always liked a saying on the magic network: "The wise seek power within."

The key to becoming stronger lies in repeatedly honing one's skills and tapping into one's potential. In every battle, regardless of whether the opponent is strong or weak, he will reflect on his fighting posture and how he exerts his power.

Each battle makes him stronger, and if the figure in front of him is indeed his past self, then he's in for a world of trouble.

Medemus believed he could never lose to his past self.

The palm flipped between the black figure's hands, and the skillful extension opened his face wide.

When Bai E broke through this move, he punched him hard, giving him dark circles under his eyes and a week of meal delivery service.

Facing the black figure whose face was open, Medmos twisted his waist, coordinating all the joints of his body, and his free fist slammed into the chest.

The movements were swift, precise, and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation, as if they had rehearsed countless times in their minds beforehand, because the situation was urgent and a swift, decisive kill was necessary.

With a chilling cracking sound, the black figure slowly fell to the side, the black cracks on its body began to spread, the holes increased, and it gradually turned into nothingness.

"cough……"

May you always fight and always win.

A single blessing echoes in the void, perhaps a blessing, perhaps a curse.

Medemos stepped forward through the portal of light and felt his spiritual power surge significantly, his soul becoming more solid and powerful.

I was enveloped in pure white light and shadow, and the revolving lantern of life traveled in reverse until I returned to the present world. "Of course I will always be victorious."

"At least we can't lose to the past."

After Medemos left the Underworld, the Butterfly below put away the purple scythe-shaped external soul bone it had obtained some time ago.

Then he looked at Huo Yuhao, who had appeared beside him at some point.

The moment the shadow appeared, Xia Die sensed that nothing that happened in the underworld could escape her notice.

She originally intended to use the power of death to cleave the dark figure in two and bring Medmos back to the mortal world as quickly as possible, but Huo Yuhao stopped her.

"That dark figure was the restriction I set for his resurrection."

"Sometimes what seems free is the most expensive. To come back from the dead is already a great miracle, and this miracle must come at a price."

Otherwise, fate will one day impose a corresponding price.

"His price is facing the past; with each death, the power of the past continues to advance."

He would rather stay in the underworld than get infinitely close to him.

If we can't even defeat the past, how can we expect to be victorious in every battle and etch the names of our conflicts into history?

Huo Yuhao, while twirling Butterfly's head, released his grip as the elf's pretty face flushed slightly and said:

"How's the underworld doing lately?"

"It should be working properly now, right?"

Xia Die nodded gently and said:

"Ah."

"With the help of the judges and the ghost messengers, it is now operating normally."

"The number of souls accumulated in the underworld is decreasing, and some suitable souls are being recruited into the ghost messengers."

"The judicial system also began to differentiate, with the establishment of the Rewards and Punishments Division, the Underworld Law Division, and the Inspectorate Division."

"However, because of the lack of hell, the punishment of evil and the reward of good are both incomplete."

Huo Yuhao looked at the two demiplanes rapidly evolving under the rules of the Underworld in the distance and said:
"It should be soon. Before you learn to run, it's better to learn to walk properly first."

"No matter what kind of institution it is, it always progresses from simple to complex, from low to high."

Take it slow. At least for now, the underworld system seems to be functioning normally in the netherworld.

"The most difficult part, going from 0 to 1, has been overcome. The next step, going from 1 to 100, is a process of continuous improvement."

"I've already had Roman work on the core technology that the Underworld needs. Once he finishes his research, we'll try to upgrade the Underworld."

Roman has been working on the Underworld's central hub for some time now, making changes and modifications to the basic technology to ensure it can perfectly align with the rules of the Underworld.

After all, it involves the ascension of a plane, so no amount of caution is too much. If any problems arise during the ascension, he can atone for it with his death.

Poor Roman has been working overtime for a long time, but fortunately most of the technology is readily available, making it simpler and easier than foundational research.

"By the way, Butterfly, you must have missed a lot of classes, right? I almost forgot."

“Your head teacher, Aglaia, messaged me a while ago and sent me a package of the courses I missed during this period.”

"Tibao also messaged me to ask if it was convenient for me to do a video call, and if so, she would help me with tutoring."

"Although the main network of the magic network cannot connect to the underworld, I can connect you to the magic network through the dream space."

"Final exams are in a month, and you need to take them too. Don't come home with a failing grade."

Xia Die pouted, her pointed ears drooped, and Miss Death seemed to be in a bad mood.

(End of this chapter)