Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 108 Conversation with Qian Renxue, Ten Thousand Years of Experience (Part 3)

Qian Renxue's voice echoed within the sacred temple, carrying a calm composure of overall control, yet also containing an imperceptible heaviness:

"Those so-called demons and gods?" She tilted her head slightly, her long golden hair flowing with light, a cold smile curving her lips. "To me, they are nothing but ants and dust, not worth mentioning. At the time, I was even happy to see it happen."

She picked up the jade cup, her fingertips gently caressing the warm, smooth jade. A sharp glint of reminiscence flashed in her azure and golden eyes. "To restore the glory of the angels, the greatest obstacle is not the mortal realm, but the Douluo God Realm high above the nine heavens, the Sea God! I need a powerful enough force, a team capable of stirring up the winds and clouds in the future war of the gods!"

Her tone carried the air of a regal strategist. Harosa listened quietly, a calm analysis lurking deep within her greyish eyes. Qian Renxue's ambition had never been extinguished, even while trapped in another world.

Perhaps it was her experience after her divine position was shattered that made her truly understand what the power to protect herself was.

"However, I soon discovered a fatal misconception." Qian Renxue's voice suddenly turned cold, like a chilling spring striking a rock. "The Demon Plane is not fertile ground that can infinitely support gods. In the beginning, as the number of gods increases, the plane grows stronger, its fortune soaring. But once a certain threshold is exceeded—the entire plane will be overwhelmed, like a giant tree with its roots hollowed out, teetering on the verge of collapse!"

She set down her teacup, her fingertip lightly tapping the coffee table. A faint golden light flashed, as if demonstrating the collapse of the dimensional structure. "For this, I have no choice but to—clean house. Those divine powers that exceed the dimensional limit must be eliminated!" Her tone was calm, yet it carried a ruthless cruelty. "Naturally, this has attracted considerable resistance and chaos."

She sighed softly, a sigh tinged with the weariness of lost control: "Later, I understood. To truly strengthen this plane, like nurturing a seedling, it needs to draw nourishment from the outside world. So," her gaze fell upon the suspended angelic sword, a complex emotion in her eyes, "I wielded the angelic sword, using it as an anchor point to forcibly draw energy from the void of the universe, feeding back into the demonic plane. This method, though slow, is reliably effective. I have also benefited from this, my connection with the plane growing ever stronger; after all, I am now nominally a 'god' in this realm—"

"Ah."

Qian Renxue's voice lowered, carrying a chilling edge: "I thought everything was proceeding smoothly until a certain moment when an uninvited guest was born inside me!" Her hands on her knees tightened slightly, causing the golden palace dress to ripple.

"Four forces that do not belong to me! Like lurking venomous snakes, they have been quietly growing within my divine body, and are growing at an alarming rate! They greedily devour the origin of the plane, and ultimately dare to challenge the sacred source of light that I have painstakingly cultivated over the years!" Her voice was filled with suppressed anger and a hint of disbelief. "That is—the nascent form of 'Tong'! And the root of all this—" Qian Renxue suddenly looked up, her heterochromatic eyes burning with icy fury, "is precisely the power of faith that helped me regain my divine position! And—that damned will of the plane!"

She took a deep breath, as if to suppress her surging emotions: "The faith of living beings is originally the pure will of the living, the source of divine power. But—demons—are special! They may possess the attributes of living beings, but deep within their very being flows an innate—evil and darkness! The will of the demon plane, this formless yet omnipresent existence, has tampered with those seemingly devout acts of faith! It induces and motivates demons to involuntarily mix their own evil and dark essence into their offerings of faith!"

Qian Renxue's voice carried a pain of being fooled: "These corrupted powers of faith, like deadly poison, are continuously being injected into my divine body! They—awakened the Rakshasa origin that was dormant deep within my bloodline!" When she mentioned Bibi Dong, there was an indescribable complexity in her tone.

"That was my mother's last 'gift' left in me, or perhaps a memory; it was so insignificant, yet the Rakshasa's resentment..."

The chaos of demons, the whispers of evil, the corrosive influence of darkness—fueled by the will of the demonic plane, these four forces, originating from the pollution of demonic faith, the bloodline of Rakshasa, and the plane itself, fused and mutated wildly, like a malignant tumor finding resonance! Ultimately—a monster was born, one that repelled my very essence and vied for control of my body—'Tong'!

The air inside the temple seemed to freeze. Harosa could clearly feel the overwhelming hatred and sorrow in Qian Renxue's words—a hatred born of betrayal by faith, cursed by bloodline, and manipulated by another plane.

"The newly born 'Tong' isn't particularly powerful, merely equivalent to an ordinary third-level god." Qian Renxue's voice returned to its icy tone, as if she were recounting someone else's story. "However, her growth—is terrifyingly rapid! She's like a ravenous feast, frantically absorbing the vast and boundless primal power of the demon plane!"

"I often go mad in the tug-of-war for control of my body, causing endless carnage," a hint of pain flashed in her eyes. "And this carnage, deliberately guided by the will of the demonic plane, breeds even more evil, darkness, and demonic energy, which in turn nourishes 'Tong'!"

"The demon's people began to fear and rebel." Qian Renxue's gaze shifted to the dilapidated yet still sacred walls surrounding the altar. "In my moments of lucidity, I joined forces with those demon gods who had not yet been completely corrupted by the will of the plane to suppress her! With the help of the angelic holy sword's absolute restraint over all negative sources, we sealed this corrupted divine body here!"

Her voice carried a hint of weary helplessness: "However, the punitive power of the Angelic Holy Sword is a double-edged sword. While suppressing 'Tong,' it also constantly erodes and destroys the vitality of this divine body! The Demon Dimension lacks the nourishing, life-extending immortal energy of the Douluo God Realm!" She looked at Harosa, a self-mocking glint in her heterochromatic eyes, "Here, even gods—"

Nor is it immortality. The decay of the divine body is its inevitable fate.

"The collapse of the divine body means that the vessel suppressing 'Tong' is no longer stable." Qian Renxue's voice became solemn. "'Tong's' growth—is even more unrestrained! Her power—has already surpassed mine! I can no longer suppress her head-on." Her gaze turned to the Angelic Holy Sword again. "Without other options, I can only drive the Holy Sword to extract the essence of the Demon Plane at an even faster speed! On one hand, to slow down the growth of 'Tong', and even try to weaken her; on the other hand, to use this energy to maintain the operation of the sealing array, to prolong its life."

She sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to pierce through ten thousand years: "Perhaps in another ten thousand years, I will find a way to completely solve the problem of 'connection'—but the final outcome will probably be that the Demon Plane will collapse completely due to the depletion of its source!" Her tone carried a sense of fatalistic sorrow.

"And the will of the Demon Dimension realized this!" Qian Renxue's voice suddenly rose, carrying a cold sarcasm. "It was unwilling to perish with me! So it began a new scheme!" Her self-aura was as sharp as a knife, as if piercing through the temple and seeing the invisible enemy.

"It began to influence those demon gods loyal to it, establishing a stable passage to the Douluo Plane at the spatial rift where I first descended! But a long-standing passage, like a lighthouse in the night, is easily detected by the Douluo Plane." A hint of disgust and helplessness flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes. "So, it devised a more covert and vicious plan!"

"It stripped away fragments of my bloodline and laws from this corrupted divine body!" Qian Renxue's voice carried a blasphemous rage. "Using these fragments, combined with its own demonic will and the evil aura of 'Tong,' it created a special martial soul seed—'Fallen Angel'! And then it cast these seeds into the Douluo Continent!"

She looked at Harosa, her heterochromatic eyes filled with a cold, all-knowing light: "This is a sinister test! If there are still gods presiding over the Douluo Plane, or if they possess sufficiently powerful strength, there is absolutely no way that a possessor of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul could grow to the point of opening a dimensional portal! Once a possessor of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul successfully breaks through to the Title Douluo level and opens a dimensional portal, it means—"

Qian Renxue's voice was resolute, like a pronouncement: "...This means that the Douluo Plane is devoid of gods! Or its power has weakened to the point of being unable to stop the spread of this evil! At that time, the army of the Demon Plane will be able to advance unimpeded! The will of the plane will be able to personally descend and devour the origin of the Douluo Plane! Once it obtains enough power, it will be able to completely break through the seal of the Angelic Holy Sword! Kill me, the last obstacle, and become a complete and independent terrifying existence!"

Harosa listened quietly, his heart churning with turmoil. The demonic plane's will had laid a meticulously planned and insidious scheme, each step carefully orchestrated! This was no longer a simple matter of fighting and killing; it was a brutal game spanning millennia and involving the very essence of the plane!

As he processed this astonishing information, a crucial question surfaced in his mind: "If that's the case, why did those two demon gods (Shadow Assassin Demon and Lava Blade Demon) so vehemently encourage me to inject Douluo essence into the Angelic Holy Sword, ostensibly to 'strengthen the seal'? Aren't they lackeys of the demon plane's will? Doesn't this contradict the plane's will's goals?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's exquisite face revealed an extremely sarcastic and chilling smile, a smile like a rose blooming on an icy plain, beautiful yet terrifying.

"Reinforce the seal?" She shook her head slightly, her blonde hair swaying. "That's nothing but an elaborate trap!"

Her gaze, like a tangible icicle, pierced Harossa: "The will of the Demonic Plane is well aware of the characteristics of the Angelic Holy Sword—it has an instinctive and extremely strong repulsion and judgment against all non-holy light, especially energy with the intention of 'stealing'! If you truly inject the Douluo Origin, the Holy Sword will instantly determine that you are—stealing the Demonic Plane Origin it is absorbing!"

Qian Renxue's voice carried a cruel revelation: "At that time, the Holy Sword will not unleash the power to reinforce the seal, but rather the most intense light of divine judgment! This power will be like the hottest branding iron, fiercely scorching—my already riddled-with-holes divine body! Accelerating its decay and collapse!"

She leaned forward slightly, her heterochromatic eyes fixed on Harosa, and said, word by word, "The divine body—is the vessel that seals 'Tong'!"

What does it mean when a container crashes faster?

Harosa's pupils contracted sharply, instantly understanding the deadly calculation: "It means—the time for 'Tong'—to break free—will be greatly shortened!"

Indeed, the Angelic Holy Sword has a strong suppressive and punishing effect on Atong, causing damage to Atong, but at the same time it will also damage the divine body. Atong can recover by relying on the demonic source, but the divine body cannot recover. The complete decay of the divine body is only a matter of time.

"At that time, not only will I die, but you will too. Perhaps after absorbing you, I will regain my divine body and become even stronger." Qian Renxue was naturally referring to Harosa's rebirth source.