Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 105 A-Tong? Qian...Ren...Xue?!

Atong's question about the "Law of Rebirth" sank like a stone into the sea, leaving only a ripple of deathly silence within the altar space. Harosa remained silent, a rapidly churning storm of thoughts raging deep within his greyish-white eyes.

He did not answer the declarative question, but simply observed the figure shrouded in darkness in the center of the altar quietly and warily.

After a brief silence, Atong's cool and aloof voice rang out again, carrying an almost blunt tone of negotiation:

“We can make a trade.” Her voice seemed a little clearer than before, but the emptiness within it remained. “I—need your ‘Origin of Rebirth.’” She paused, as if confirming this newly encountered term. “In exchange—I can give you my Origin.”

Exchange the origins?!

Harosa's heart skipped a beat! The divine source was the core of their power and the root of their laws! To directly exchange their source was tantamount to handing over their lifeline to the other party!

It smells awful.

He suppressed his shock and asked in a deep voice, his voice exceptionally clear in the space where holiness and darkness intertwined: "Your origin? What is it?"

In Atong's purely dark eyes, a faint glimmer of clarity seemed to struggle to emerge, fiercely clashing with his cold indifference.

This made her condition appear extremely unstable.

She spoke slowly, her voice carrying a strange, mixed quality, as if two consciousnesses were sharing one mouth:

"A kind of origin—formed by the mixture of four fundamental elements."

A mixture of four fundamental elements?!

Harosa's pupils suddenly contracted! The shock and disbelief surging within him was even greater than before! This completely overturned his understanding of the world!

Although his own origin of rebirth was derived from the origin of death and life (this life is not the same as Yali's origin of life, but the origin he comprehended at the boundary between life and death, which originated from the new life phenomenon after the end of death), it had already transformed into a unified and self-contained "law of rebirth" when the divine position was condensed!

It is no longer a simple mixture, but a higher level of fusion and sublimation! Forcibly mixing different origins without achieving essential fusion and unification is tantamount to self-destruction at the divine level! Energy conflicts and backlash from the laws are enough to shatter a godhood!

"No wonder—no wonder her condition is so strange! The root of the problem lies here?!" Harosa instantly connected Atun's chaotic, cold, and sometimes lucid, sometimes insane state with this horrifying description of "the four elements mixed together"!

This is practically a walking energy bomb!

But this may also be the source of her immense power; the Four Elements Origin is terrifying.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and pressed on, "Which four origins?"

The clear light in Atong's eyes flickered intensely, like a candle burning in the wind, but it seemed to prevail in the end. Her voice, with an unusual calm, clearly uttered four words:

"Rakshasa — Evil — Darkness — Demon."

Rakshasa! Evil! Darkness! Demon!

These four words struck Harosa like four thunderbolts! The Rakshasa Godhood! This is the only known godhood in the Douluo God Realm that represents the ultimate evil and resentment! Add to that the pure source of evil, the source of darkness, and the source of the demon plane!

Each of these four primal forces represents a powerful negative force, any one of which could create a powerful evil god! And yet, Atong has forcibly combined all four within her body?!

This isn't just a simple mixture; it's a madcap patchwork! The fact that she's survived this long, and even became a "gatekeeper" of the demon realm at one point...

God, that's a miracle!

Or rather, it was the sealing altar that forcibly suppressed this terrifying conflict of the four sources.

Harosa had no more doubts about Atun's identity. A being who had merged the power of the Rakshasa, evil, and darkness, and ultimately established himself in the demon realm...

The Douluo Man who devoured the essence of demons!

Who else could it be?

He stared at Atuna, who was teetering on the edge of confusion, and blurted out a bold, almost probing question: "Do you remember who you are?"

This statement is like throwing cold water into a pot of boiling oil!

"Buzz—!"

The dark ripples that had been slowly spreading around Atong suddenly became violent! The last trace of clarity in her pure black eyes vanished without a trace, like a candle flame extinguished by a gale!

Instead, there is a deeper, purer coldness, deathly silence, and all-consuming darkness!

She raised her head slightly, and her eyes, like miniature black holes, were fixed on Harosa without any emotion or ripples!

Boom!

A pressure far more concentrated and terrifying than before, like an invisible mountain, crashed down upon Harosa's soul! It was cold and deathly silent, as if even his thoughts were being frozen and swallowed by the boundless darkness!

Harosa felt his blood freeze, a chill running from his tailbone straight to the top of his head! Under the gaze of those eyes, he felt as insignificant as a speck of dust!

"We can't delay any longer!" Alarm bells rang in Harosa's mind! He made a decision in an instant!

"The gates of the underworld are opening one by one!"

Same action, same target! Harosa forcefully opened the gates of the underworld once more, the immense power of rebirth transforming into a resilient "straw," recklessly piercing the surging torrent of demonic essence beneath the Angelic Holy Sword! He intended to trigger the Angelic Holy Sword's reaction once more!

Mouth!

The grayish-brown power of rebirth once again interfered with the Holy Sword's energy absorption!

"Buzz!!!"

The Angelic Holy Sword reacted even more violently than before! A blindingly intense golden light erupted from the sword! Countless holy runes, like golden dragons utterly enraged, raged and roared across the sword and the altar's divine markings! A holy storm of light, several times stronger than before and imbued with the will of judgment and purification, instantly swept across the entire core space of the altar!

"Ah!" Harosa was the first to be hit. Even with the protection of the Origin of Rebirth, he was still shaken by the violent holy storm, his blood and qi churning and his body flashing with divine light!

Even more terrifying was that the storm's suppression and purification effects on the source of death suddenly intensified! He felt as if he had been thrown into boiling holy water, and the source of death within his body emitted painful cries as it was forcibly stripped away and purified!

He had to gather more of his divine power of rebirth to tightly envelop the core of death's essence in order to barely resist this terrifying purifying power!

This time, the stimulus to Atong far exceeded expectations: "Ahhh!!!"

At the center of the altar, Atong let out a shriek that was not human, a mixture of pain, anger, and a strange sense of relief!

The violent dark ripples around her exploded instantly, like sparks thrown into boiling oil! A more chaotic and violent aura, seemingly a fusion of Rakshasa resentment, evil whispers, dark corruption, and demonic roars, erupted like a volcano suppressed for millennia!

Rumble! ...

Atong's aura surged wildly like a runaway rocket! The chaotic divine power, a mixture of four origins, carrying the will to destroy everything, fiercely attacked the altar array that bound her!

Yu Yiyi!!!

The altar's magical array sensed an unprecedented threat! The crystal material that made up the altar erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant holy light! All the golden divine runes shone at their brightest, like burning gold!

An even more vast and majestic divine pressure, as if from the judgment of the highest angels, descended! The golden light curtain, like a tangible barrier, instantly contracted and thickened, tightly enveloping Atong and her erupting chaotic divine power, forming a huge golden sphere of light, like a small sun!

Holy and dark! Order and chaos! Two extreme forces engaged in the most intense, silent annihilation and confrontation within the sphere of light!

Harosa had already forcibly closed the Gates of the Underworld the moment the storm broke out. Like a frightened rabbit, he used all his strength to fly backward, clinging tightly to the corner at the very edge of the temple. He pushed his Rebirth Source to its limit, enveloping his entire body like a gray-brown cocoon, struggling to resist the escaping energy turbulence and terrifying pressure.

They really think I'm some kind of demon, but I'm just a lowly level three god.

He stared intently at the sphere of light in the center of the altar, which resembled a golden sun, his heart pounding wildly. He had no idea what was happening inside.

The violent clash of energy made it impossible for his divine sense to penetrate!

Time seemed to stretch out countless times. Every second felt like an eternity.

at last!

The dazzling golden light seemed to have exhausted all its energy, and began to dim and recede rapidly. The golden light curtain receded like a tide, revealing the core of the altar.

Harosa's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints!

Atong has disappeared?!

No! It didn't disappear!

In the center of the altar, the sinister figure, originally shrouded in a dark vortex and dressed in magnificent black robes, had vanished!

Instead, a completely different being appeared. She hovered quietly in the center of the altar, radiating a gentle yet incredibly pure and vast aura of holy light! It was a kind of pressure that shared the same origin as the angelic holy sword, but was more noble, more ancient, and seemed to originate from the source of light!

She had long, flowing golden hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering with a sun-like brilliance, each strand seemingly cast from liquid gold.

Her skin was as white as snow, delicate and flawless, like the finest white jade, shimmering with a warm glow under the remaining golden light.

His features were exquisitely sculpted, like the most perfect masterpiece of God. Beneath his straight nose were two delicate lips, as beautiful as rose petals, which were now slightly upturned, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible, yet seemingly holy smile that could purify all the gloom in the world.

What's most striking is her eyes!

No longer that dark abyss that devours everything!

Rather, it is—a deep, boundless blue, like the ocean! That blue is so pure, without a trace of impurity, like the clearest sky, or the deepest cosmic sea! And in the depths of that azure, there is a faint, shimmering gold, like molten gold! Its gaze is sharp enough to pierce through illusion, as firm as a mountain, and contains a supreme divinity that overlooks all living beings, a coexistence of compassion and majesty!

Her figure was tall and slender, with proportions so perfect they were breathtaking. She was no longer wearing the elaborate black robes, but a simple and elegant golden palace gown! Mysterious divine patterns, seemingly woven from pure light, flowed across the gown, radiating an aura of supreme, sacred, and inviolable majesty!

She floated there quietly, her long golden hair moving without wind, radiating a warm and powerful light that cleansed away the remaining darkness and evil aura within the altar.

Her heterochromatic eyes, which held the colors of the ocean and gold, calmly but with a hint of inquiry, fell upon Harosa, who was huddled in the corner, fully defensive like a gray-brown cocoon.

Harosa froze, his mind blank!

Who the hell is this?!

Where is that evil, dark-clad Ah Tong? How did he transform into a golden-haired goddess—radiating an aura purer and more divine than an angel's holy sword?! And this appearance, this aura—why does it feel so damn familiar?!

He stared intently at that flawless, holy, and noble face. A name that had been sealed away in the long history of Douluo suddenly exploded in his mind, which had merged with the memories of Blue Star, like a thunderclap!

A thousand-foot snowflake?!