Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 120 Harosa: Sword Brother, Wei Junjie the Mist Sucker

As the shock of the demon plane being completely reduced to cosmic dust gradually subsided, Harosa sat on the plains of bones in the realm of the dead, the sense of relief at surviving the catastrophe slowly replaced by the more practical problems at hand.

He looked around at this divine kingdom that belonged to him. The hazy sky seemed even more stagnant, and the divine power of rebirth flowing in the air was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve. It was no longer the sweet spring that nourished all things, but instead gave people a viscous, stagnant "porridge-like" feeling.

On the newly expanded land at the edge of the divine realm, the layer of vibrant gray-brown moss seemed to be growing with some difficulty.

"Phew, the energy is saturated—." Harosa frowned, sensing the state of the entire divine realm with his divine sense. The problem wasn't just the excessively high concentration, but also the inherent impurity of its composition.

The core of the divine realm of rebirth is composed of his own "origin of rebirth." This should be a profound power that integrates life and death and flows endlessly.

However, at the beginning of the establishment of the divine realm, in order to expand and stabilize rapidly, he retained the massive amount of energy in the original Skeleton World that was biased towards the pure "death" attribute (such as the Death Breath Tide and the power of the undead). Although he continued to refine it later, a strong sense of "death" still settled in its foundation.

Now, having devoured a massive amount of demonic essence and transformed it into "the essence of rebirth," this torrent of essence, though powerful, is like a surging torrent of "life," forcibly injected into a pond that was already heavy with the spirit of "death."

Although both forces belong to the category of "rebirth", one is inclined towards "new life sprouting after death" and the other towards "vitality emerging after devouring and transformation". They have not yet perfectly merged and instead formed a subtle conflict and disharmony at the level of the divine realm's origin.

This is like water being the source of life, but if you throw a fish into thick rice porridge, it won't survive.

The current divine realm is far from an ideal "living environment" for any future deities or beings that may be born and grow based on its origin. They may experience conflicts of power, and it could even affect the purity of their own laws.

Although the Origin of Rebirth is not as all-encompassing as the Immortal Spiritual Energy of the Douluo God Realm, it is still better than the Origin of Death.

"The foundation is unstable," Harosa sighed. The most urgent task is to completely transform the residual energy with the "death" attribute that has settled in the origin of the divine realm into a more balanced and pure "origin of rebirth," so that life and death can achieve a higher level of harmony and unity in the flow.

This is a project that requires meticulous work and a great deal of time and effort.

"I wonder if Deng Fengqiao and the others have made any progress," he thought of the task he had given to those genius soul masters—to research soul tools that could efficiently convert death energy into other usable energies (preferably closer to life or neutral). If they could achieve results, it would undoubtedly greatly accelerate the purification of the death remnants in the God Realm.

However, he had no time to look for Deng Fengqiao. His gaze was fixed on the angelic holy sword stuck diagonally in the gray-brown soil beside him.

At this moment, the Holy Sword was completely out of place with the atmosphere of the Realm of Rebirth. Its blade was dim, and the once dazzling holy light and radiant order were shrouded and suppressed by a layer of hazy aura of rebirth, making it appear unusually silent.

The exquisite angel relief on the hilt seemed to be covered in dust, losing its spirit. It was like a noble knight who had been stranded in a foreign land and was seriously injured; despite his noble nature, he could not hide his desolation.

Harosa knew that if it hadn't withstood the most intense shockwave at the very first moment of the Demon Plane's collapse, thanks to the power of its super artifact, thus buying itself that crucial time to escape, it would probably have been reduced to ashes along with the Demon Plane.

"Pfft, what a mess." Harosah stood up, dusted off his divine robes, walked to the angelic sword, and said in a tone that was both disdainful and condescending, "Hey, big guy, wake up. Stop playing dead."

The holy sword did not react at all, not even a glimmer of light.

"We fought side by side, together we killed that madman's will from the demon plane and avenged your unfortunate master, Qian Renxue, right?" Harosa crossed his arms, looking like he was saying, "Look how good I am to you." "Now, Qian Renxue is probably really gone, her soul scattered. You, a magnificent artifact, can't just be stuck in the mud, rusting and losing all your spirit, turning into a piece of scrap metal, can you? That would be too undignified."

Although this is impossible, it doesn't stop Harosa from saying so.

He paused, waved his hand as if dismissing something unimportant, and said reluctantly, "Well, I see you're still somewhat useful, and considering we fought together, I'll take pity on you and let you follow me. Giving you a chance is better than letting you rot here, right?"

"Zheng Yi—!!!"

As soon as Harosa finished speaking, the angelic holy sword, which had been silent all along, suddenly burst out with an extremely short but exceptionally piercing sword cry! The sword trembled violently, and the dim halo flashed suddenly like a final burst of light before quickly fading away.

But in that brief moment, the sword's cry clearly conveyed a strong protest, contempt, and the ultimate mockery of Harosa's shamelessness!

It was as if to say, "Pah! You? You dare to challenge me?!"

They're not as good as my owner. They look terrible, and while they're ugly, they certainly have high hopes.

"Hey!" Harosa bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pointing at the holy sword, "You piece of junk, you're asking for it, aren't you? Who do you think you are?!"

He straightened his back, six gray-brown divine halos swirling behind him, and a powerful divine might of a peak second-level god, mixed with the true meaning of reincarnation, was unleashed, attempting to "shake" the holy sword: "Open your sword eyes and take a look! I am the man who created my own godhood and personally opened up this divine realm! Although I am only a second-level god now, surpassing Qian Renxue, that first-level god, is only a matter of time! I am so outstanding, with unlimited potential, the master of the divine realm! Letting you follow me is an honor! It's giving you a chance to shine again! How is that burying your status as a super artifact?!"

To increase his persuasiveness, Harosa had a sudden idea: "Water, fire! Come out and show yourselves to this 'old master'!"

call!call!

Two beams of light, one blue and one red, flew out from his body and instantly transformed into two mini bone dragons, each about a foot long, which affectionately circled and danced around him.

"Look at them!" Harosa pointed at the two small dragons, his tone brimming with pride. "You recognize them, right? As a super artifact evolved from the artifact of the first Angel God, you should know everything about the past of the divine realm! Take a closer look at their origins! These are the real deal—the Water Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King! Undead creatures forged from the bones of dragon kings of the God-King level! I don't need to say more about their value, do I? At their peak, they could crush ordinary first-level gods like it was nothing!"

To make the effect even more spectacular, Harosa commanded the two small dragons, "Come on, little dragons! Give it a big one! Let it open its eyes!"

Let's give it a live performance!

"Roar—!" "Hoo-!"

Two deep roars, imbued with ancient dragon might (despite being in undead form), resounded! The Water Dragon King and Fire Dragon King undead instantly shed their miniature forms! Their bones expanded and extended rapidly as if inflated! Icy blue currents and crimson flames intertwined and swirled, emanating a terrifying pressure that distorted even space itself!

In the blink of an eye, two colossal creatures, each over a hundred feet long, with ferocious skeletons and overwhelming dragon might, appeared in the sky above the Realm of Rebirth! The skeletal remains of the frost dragons emanated a chilling aura that froze the void.

The flaming dragon skeleton was engulfed in raging flames, scorching the heavens! That was a terrifying aura of a first-level god! Thanks to the improvement in their status in the Reincarnation God Realm, they were finally able to unleash some of their peak power from their previous lives!

A hundred-foot-tall dragon skeleton coiled in the sky, its undead dragon might mixed with the essence of water and fire, pressing down on the angel's holy sword like a tangible mountain!

The entire Plain of Bones trembled slightly under this power.

The blade of the Angelic Holy Sword finally showed a noticeable reaction again!

On its dull blade, a sacred golden light began to flicker rhythmically, like breathing. The sword's cry was no longer piercing, but had transformed into a deep, lingering hum, carrying a sense of scrutiny and astonishment.

The sword tip even slightly rose, pointing at the two imposing dragon king spirits in the sky, as if carefully "sizing them up" and "evaluating" them.

Harosa keenly sensed the softening of the Holy Sword's attitude and was secretly delighted. He decided to add fuel to the fire and throw out the final "bait".

"How about it? Pretty impressive, right?" Harosa raised his chin smugly. "And I have something else in my hands!" He stretched out his palm, and a grayish-brown divine light flashed in his palm, revealing an extremely small, yet radiating a pure aura of destruction and annihilation dark purple crystal fragment—a tiny fragment of the original essence of the God of Destruction that he had obtained on Devil's Island!

Previously, in order to create a more effective devouring mist, this amount was left over when controlling the proportion.

"Recognize this aura? It's the Destruction God King's possession! Even though only a tiny fragment remains, it's enough to prove I've been in contact with, and even—can utilize—power at this level!" Harosa's tone was full of temptation. "If you're willing to follow me and acknowledge me as your master, I can not only help you recover and regain your former glory, but I can even help you advance further!"

He paused deliberately, lowered his voice, and said with a mysterious allure, "You might not know, but I have a very special group of guys working for me, called 'Soul Masters'! What they tinker with is called 'Soul Guidance Technology'! The most advanced Soul Guidance Devices are so powerful that they can make a mortal body rival that of a god! Repairing divine artifacts? Restoring super divine artifacts? Those are all child's play! They might even add some new functions for you, making you even stronger than you were in Qian Renxue's hands!"

Harosa spoke eloquently, spitting as he spoke. But whether the Soul Masters actually had the ability to repair the divine artifact? He himself wasn't sure.

But when it comes to deception, first paint a grand picture, then convince them of the holy sword! Make it a fait accompli, get them to acknowledge you as their master, and then talk about other things!

The Angelic Sword fell into a long silence. The light on its blade flickered erratically, but the frequency slowed down, as if it were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

The realm of the dead was completely silent, save for the energy fluctuations caused by the slow movement of the Water and Fire Dragon Kings' spirits in the sky, and Harosa's breathless anticipation.

Time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Harosa was wondering if she had gone too far and was about to embellish her story to make amends,

"Zheng—·.—.—"

The Angelic Holy Sword emitted three clear, resonant sword cries, no longer carrying any mockery or resistance! The sound was not loud, but exceptionally firm, like a declaration after making a major decision.

Immediately afterwards, the previously restrained, dim golden light on the sword suddenly burst forth, radiating a soft yet resilient halo! This halo actively repelled the surrounding hazy aura of death, forming a small, pure, sacred domain around the sword. At the same time, a faint yet clear fluctuation of intent, carrying a sense of probing and initial acceptance, flowed gently towards Harosa like a trickle.

It agreed!

Harosa's tense expression was instantly replaced by ecstatic joy, his mouth practically stretched to his ears! He'd succeeded! He'd conned the culprit! A divine artifact was his!

"Hahaha! Good! Good! A wise man submits to circumstances! Brother Sword, from now on we're family!" Harosa grinned from ear to ear, rubbing his hands together as he looked at the angelic holy sword that had finally "gotten its senses," his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The God Realm has finally welcomed a true treasure to protect the realm! Although it is still weak, its potential is limitless!

Seeing that the Angelic Sword had finally agreed to "join the party," Harosar's face lit up with a smile. However, this smile didn't last three seconds before he remembered the imminent trouble before him—the source within the divine realm, which was mixed with a thick aura of "death."