Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 113 Qian Renxue's New Life: First, Get to Know It (Part 1)

Inside the temple, the passage of time seemed to accelerate. Harosa sat cross-legged like a stone statue, his gray-brown divine light flickering like breath. The leaden-gray ocean of death essence within him was methodically transforming into a higher level of gray-brown rebirth divine power under the dual influence of the rebirth essence and the immense feedback from the rebirth divine realm.

The gates of the underworld, like the gaping maw of a glutton, greedily devoured the torrent of demonic essence drawn by the angelic holy sword; the dark red energy beam had never flowed so "smoothly."

Above the altar, Qian Renxue's divine consciousness avatar, tightly enveloped by the rich, holy golden light emanating from the Angelic Holy Sword, was undergoing a life-or-death transformation.

She held her hands in a cupped gesture before her chest, within which floated a mass of grayish-brown rebirth essence, like a miniature universe containing the mysteries of life and death. Qian Renxue's divine sense, composed of pure golden light, cautiously and slowly penetrated this strange essence, like the most precise probe.

Upon contact, a completely different wave of law surged forth! It was not the order, light, or judgment she was familiar with—but a deeper, more fundamental force, seemingly touching upon the very foundations of the world's laws—the flow of life and death!

Coldness and warmth, end and beginning, decay and rebirth—two contrasting yet perfectly intertwined states of mind, like the oldest ballad, echoed in her consciousness.

Even after 20,000 years of wear and tear, Qian Renxue's divine sense still far surpasses that of an ordinary first-level god. Although she is currently shrouded in gloom, like a candle flickering in the wind, analyzing this wisp of rebirth essence belonging to the third-level god level is not too difficult for her.

She held her breath, like a devout seeker of the truth, immersing herself completely in the process, trying to perceive and understand the rules of rebirth contained in every trace of grayish-brown energy.

This rule resonated with her current bizarre state of being "neither alive nor dead" and "not fully alive" in an unprecedented way! It was as if a key was trying to unlock the lock on her life form!

The temple was utterly silent, save for the chirping of the angelic sword and the roar of the gates to the underworld below, which devoured the very essence of demons. The concept of time blurred. Perhaps months had passed, perhaps only days.

Qian Renxue's divine consciousness avatar, whose originally brilliant but somewhat gloomy golden light began to undergo subtle changes.

Within the golden light, extremely fine yet incredibly resilient grayish-brown threads began to seep out! These threads, like living things, danced and swirled within her divine consciousness, attempting to contact and merge with her own sacred source of light—

Every contact brings a throbbing sensation from the depths of the soul! It's like a parched riverbed receiving sweet rain, like a candle flame about to go out being filled with new oil!

Her withered and crumbling consciousness, like that of an old woman on her deathbed, began to stabilize little by little under the nourishment of this law containing the profound meaning of "life"!

The heavy atmosphere of twilight was somewhat dispelled, replaced by a sense of calm and—a resilient resilience of recovery!

She is no longer merely "existing," but has begun to transform into a "vibrant" state!

She has partially comprehended the Law of Rebirth, but even with only a partial understanding, there are already signs of improvement. In the future, Qian Renxue is confident that she can completely break free from her current state and be reborn.

Finally, after that primordial source of rebirth was thoroughly analyzed and comprehended, and after Qian Renxue painstakingly integrated a trace of the true essence of the laws contained within into her own sacred and luminous source, she did not hesitate to devour the remaining source energy!

Boom!

A grayish-brown light suddenly erupted within her divine consciousness! It instantly merged with the assimilated Law of Rebirth! A powerful, vibrant force, like a warm current, instantly washed over every corner of her divine consciousness!

That lingering, stagnant feeling of "not completely dead, not completely alive," like a bone-deep affliction, vanished as quickly as ice and snow melting away! Her consciousness seemed to break free from a heavy swamp, becoming light and clear!

Although he is still far from his prime, he is no longer an old man on his deathbed, but more like a sixty-year-old man who has just recovered from a serious illness and is full of energy! His consciousness is stable, and the vitality contained in his origin has become active again!

The sacred golden light enveloping her slowly receded. Qian Renxue's divine avatar opened her heterochromatic eyes. The azure and golden light was even brighter and sharper than before her seclusion!

She looked down at her hands, which had become more solid, with gray-brown patterns faintly visible in the golden light. Feeling the long-lost vitality and sense of control in her consciousness, she couldn't help but smile—a genuine, joyful smile, as if she had survived a catastrophe.

She succeeded! The source of rebirth—it truly was her only path to survival!

However, this joy froze the moment her gaze swept down to the altar space below! Her smile froze on her face, and her heterochromatic eyes were filled with extreme—mistake, shock, and an indescribable—heartache!

Harosa remained seated cross-legged on the ground, his body enveloped in a gray-brown divine light, his aura deep and vast, several times stronger than before his seclusion! And that was secondary!

What made her heart clench most was that above Harosa's head, two lifelike creatures, only a foot long, were hovering...

Miniature bone dragons radiating the pure essence of ice and fire! One blue and one red, like two tiny, exquisite elves, are joyfully chasing the grayish-brown divine light emanating from Harossa's hair, appearing exceptionally adorable?! (These are the extremely condensed forms of the Water Dragon King and Fire Dragon King's undead spirits.)

Behind Harossa, the deep gate to the underworld was wide open like a bottomless pit! A torrent of purplish-black energy (the source of demons), as thick as a water vat and exuding a dense, chaotic, and evil aura, was forcibly diverted from beneath the angel's holy sword, flowing relentlessly into the gate to the underworld, just like the Milky Way overflowing its banks!

The dark red energy stream that the Angelic Holy Sword itself absorbed seemed so thin and pitiful in comparison! The Holy Sword's humming sound carried a weak sense of grievance and protest, and the golden light on the sword was much dimmer than before!

He seemed quite dissatisfied with Harosa's behavior.

"This—how is this possible?!" Qian Renxue's divine avatar almost lost her voice! She had anticipated that Halosa would absorb some, but she never expected that this was not just "sharing a little"? This was simply swallowing whole! It was plunder!

The efficiency of its devouring was hundreds of times greater than her own peak! She felt like a fool guarding a gold mine but not knowing how to mine it, while the other party possessed the most efficient mining machines and transportation lines!

What is this portal? How can it be comparable to the Angelic Holy Sword in terms of efficiency in devouring the essence of demons? Is it also a super artifact?

No, I didn't sense the aura of a divine artifact.

A strong feeling of "losing out big time" surged up. Although the rebirth essence he obtained in exchange for the price of "taking any amount of demonic essence" was precious, the speed and efficiency with which the other party devoured it made him feel like he had lost a lot! The value of that rebirth essence was probably far less than the demonic essence that the other party had absorbed!

Just then, Harosa seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes. His greyish-white eyes were even deeper than before, as if they contained a vortex of life and death.

He felt Qian Renxue's extremely complex gaze, especially the undisguised "pain" and "disbelief" in her eyes, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

What does it feel like to spit out something?

"Congratulations," Harosa's voice carried a sincere smile as his gaze swept over Qian Renxue's divine consciousness avatar, which was noticeably more stable and solidified. "It seems that you have gained a lot from your seclusion and your condition has recovered considerably." He could clearly sense the renewed vitality in the other's divine consciousness.

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's divine avatar instantly transformed the stiffness on her beautiful face into anger! She glared at Harosa with a mixture of annoyance, resentment, and a hint of shame at being fooled.

Her ethereal voice carried a hint of something she herself didn't even realize—a sarcastic tone.

"Hmph! Thanks to you, I've recovered some of my strength." Her tone shifted, her gaze fixed pointedly on the still frantically devouring gate to the underworld, her voice rising a few decibels. "But it seems your 'harvest,' Mr. Ha, is truly 'huge'!"

The word "big" was pronounced with extra emphasis, carrying a sour taste.

Harosa followed her gaze and glanced at the Gates of the Underworld, a knowing look on his face. He then laughed heartily, with a smug satisfaction, "Hahaha! You flatter me, Lady Qian Renxue! It's just a matter of skill." He shrugged, his tone relaxed. "If it weren't for the fact that your 'protective' holy sword was cutting away at my essence, it probably wouldn't even have gotten a sip of soup!"

This statement is half true and half false, with obvious boasting involved (without the angelic sword as a "pump," no matter how efficient he is, there is no source to draw water from).

But at this moment, Qian Renxue, who had just witnessed Harosa's terrifying devouring efficiency, was momentarily stunned by these "bold words"!

She looked at Harosa suspiciously, then at the pitiful-looking angelic sword, her heart filled with doubt: Could it be that this guy—really has an even more terrifying method he hasn't used yet?

Qian Renxue took a deep breath (a mental fluctuation in her divine consciousness state), forcibly suppressing the frustration and imbalance in her heart.

Now is not the time to worry about this; restoring our strength and resolving the "connection" issue are the primary goals! We'll get it back with interest then. She looked at Harosa again, her heterochromatic eyes regaining their divine calm and majesty, her voice becoming solemn:

"This time, I need far more of the essence of rebirth!" Her tone was filled with unwavering determination. "The previous amount was only enough to stabilize my consciousness and initially transform a trace of the essence. To completely resolve the 'opening' and reshape my vitality, it's far from sufficient!"

Harosa's smile slowly faded. He shook his head, his gaze becoming sharp and deep. He slowly raised his finger, pointing to the center of the altar—the gray-haired figure, bound by golden divine chains, still exuding a chilling aura of evil darkness, as if in some deep "sleep."

"Before that—" Harosa's voice was low and heavy, like the beating of a war drum, "it seems we—need to 'deal with' this common problem first?"

His gaze met Qian Renxue's in mid-air, both landing on the sleeping "Tong". The atmosphere within the temple instantly shifted from the lingering afterglow of the transaction to a chilling and solemn one.