Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 121 The Laws of Reincarnation (4K)

"Ahem, Brother Sword," Harosa rubbed his hands together, adopting an expression that said, "We're family now, time to get to work," and pointed to the hazy, slightly mixed aura of the Rebirth God Realm's origins around them. "Since you've agreed to follow me, we can't just talk the talk, right? Look at these origins; they're mixed with a lot of 'old fogies' (referring to remnants of the death origin), making our environment a bit 'unsuited.' Do you have any way to transform these 'dead knots' into a smoother Rebirth origin?"

The Angelic Holy Sword, which had just stabilized, trembled violently!

"Clang!?!" A sharp sword cry, filled with shock, confusion, and even a sense of absurdity, suddenly rang out!

The golden light on the sword flashed intensely a few times.

It seemed to be saying, "Me?! The source of death? Transforming into the source of rebirth? What kind of cosmic joke are you making?! I am the sword of divine light and order! My duty is to purify evil, punish chaos, and dispel darkness! You want me to transform the source of death? What's the difference between that and sending a cook to repair a spaceship? And! Shouldn't you give him some sweet treats, like some artifact maintenance fluid, to win him over after he's just become your servant?! Sending him such an impossible mission right off the bat?!"

Don't make your brother Jian laugh.

Harosa was taken aback by this intense reaction, then realized he had been grasping at straws. The Angelic Holy Sword's attributes were utterly incompatible with the essence of death; trying to transform it? It would probably just purify (annihilate) the essence of death as "evil and filth"!

"Well, haha," Harosa chuckled dryly, then touched his nose somewhat awkwardly. "I was being presumptuous, very presumptuous."

"Brother Sword, please calm down. It was my oversight." He immediately changed tactics. "How about this, let's put the conversion aside for now. Weren't you quite good at 'extracting' things in the Demon Realm? Your ability to 'telekinesis' (absorb essence) is truly amazing! Could you help me gather all these scattered, stubborn remnants of death essence in the God Realm? Packing and compressing them would be fine too! Centralized processing is always better than scattered!"

The tip of the Angelic Holy Sword drooped slightly, and the blade emitted a series of low, short hums filled with speechlessness and a sense of "I've really been tricked."

It felt like it had chosen the wrong person! This new owner had a whole set of rules for talking, constantly making demands that were outside its capabilities, even bordering on unreasonable. If it couldn't do something, it couldn't do it, but instead, it acted like it was incapable! It was incredibly frustrating!

Despite having a million complaints, the cooperation was already done (even though it was all a bluff), and the Angelic Sword decided to fulfill a certain "obligation."

With a "clang," it pulled itself out of the ground and floated into the air, its sword tip pointing at the earth below, which contained a rich source of rebirth (mixed with death).

Then, it did something that terrified Harosa!

The holy sword's blade gleamed slightly, and with a "habitual" air, it suddenly stabbed down into the earth below! The manner was exactly the same as when it pierced the earth in the demon plane to extract demonic essence!

"Holy crap!!!" Harosa's heart nearly stopped, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets! "Brother Sword! What are you doing?! Stop right now! This isn't the Demon Realm! This is my home! My divine origin!!"

Just as the sword tip was about to touch the ground, the Angelic Holy Sword seemed to sense something was wrong! The sword suddenly stopped, emitting a short, sharp clang ("Zheng?") that clearly conveyed "sorry" and "mistake"), and came to an abrupt halt just an inch from the ground!

That was close! It was purely instinctive, thinking that the "pumping" operation was about to start again.

Harosa wiped imaginary cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken: "You scared the hell out of me, Brother Sword! We need to make sure we know our target before we start working! This is family! Be gentle! Understand?"

The angelic holy sword trembled slightly, as if nodding in remorse. This time it learned its lesson and did not "thrust" again, but instead hovered its tip three feet off the ground. Holy golden light spread out from the tip of the sword like ripples, no longer an aggressive piercing, but forming a powerful yet gentle traction field.

Buzz!

The entire Realm of Rebirth seemed to tremble slightly. The remnants of the source of death, scattered throughout the Realm and accumulating like stubborn filth within the origin of rebirth, began to be drawn by this force!

Strands of lead-gray energy, carrying a thick aura of death, flowed like rivers into the sea, emanating from the sky, the earth, and even the newly sprouted gray-brown moss of the divine realm. They gathered into visible streams of gray energy that surged wildly toward the tip of the Angelic Holy Sword!

Not only that, but some pure essence of rebirth was also attracted by this powerful force, forming a torrent of energy that was a mixture of gray-brown and lead-gray, with an extremely mixed aura!

Harosa looked at the mixed energy flow. Although he felt sorry for the rebirth essence that had been sucked in along with it, he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. The death essence and the rebirth essence were too deeply intertwined, and forcibly separating them would inevitably bring out "good stuff".

"Devour the Mist! Dinner's ready!" Harosa didn't dare delay and immediately summoned the power of the divine realm. At the edge of the divine realm, the writhing, living mist of devouring mist instantly came alive, transforming into a huge, hazy "net" that precisely caught the torrent of mixed energy drawn together by the angelic holy sword!

all!

Like molten iron poured onto snow! The swallowing mist displayed terrifying conversion efficiency!

Those pure essences of rebirth were directly "released" by it, reintegrating into the divine realm environment almost unharmed.

The stubborn, leaden-gray essence of death was greedily enveloped, decomposed, and assimilated by the mist! The aura of death was forcibly stripped away and dispersed, and under the influence of the profound power containing the law of reincarnation within the mist, it was painstakingly transformed into new...

The grayish-brown energy of rebirth carries the meaning of "rebirth from the extreme of death"!

This process clearly involves losses; the conversion rate isn't 100%, and some of the essence of death is completely "erased" and dissipates during the conversion. However, compared to Harossa refining it bit by bit himself, this speed is hundreds or even thousands of times faster! A slight loss is perfectly acceptable!

With the Angelic Holy Sword's efficient "gathering" ability and the Devouring Mist's powerful "digestion" ability working together, the purification project progressed rapidly.

After a period of time (divine time), all the residual death essence that had accumulated in the divine realm was finally swept away!

Immediate results!

The entire divine realm instantly became much clearer and more harmonious! The hazy sky seemed to have been washed clean, and the flowing divine power of rebirth was no longer stagnant, but became smooth and full of vitality. On the earth, the newly expanded areas were no longer monotonous skull plains or gray-brown moss fields, but instead, strange soil full of vitality emerged—the soil was a deep gray-brown, but not lifeless; instead, a faint glow flowed between the soil particles, and extremely tiny, pale light spots, like tender sprouts, could be faintly seen budding, depicting the initial scene of the cycle of life and death.

Harosa felt the purity and vitality of the divine realm's origin and was in high spirits. He casually gathered all the undead skeletons in the divine realm and moved them to a huge circular valley at the very edge of the divine realm, near the swallowing mist.

These creatures are natural generators of death energy, and placing them in the core area would easily pollute the environment again. Enclosing them here makes them easier to manage, and the death aura they emit can be used to form a small "death zone" in the center of the valley, which is perfect for suppressing those restless fragments of the source of destruction—destruction and death, in a way, they are "birds of a feather" and mutually restrain each other.

Just as Harosa was busy planning his new home in the divine realm, the angelic sword that had been hovering beside him, silently acting as a "monster gatherer," began to grow dissatisfied.

"Zheng. Zhengzhengzhengzhengzheng"

It started as a faint, almost warning, sword chime. Seeing that Harossa didn't react, the chime became more rapid...

Loud, even with a hint of impatience and a sense of "urging".

The sword began to slowly fly around Harosa, its golden light flashing, as if to say, "Hey!! I've finished my work!"

Where's my payment? What happened to the promised recovery? You can't just make the horse run without feeding it!

Harosa, secretly amused, pretended not to see or hear, continuing to point and comment on the newly planned "Valley of Death," muttering, "Hmm, reinforce the seal here—build a soul-guided energy barrier over there."

"Zhengyi!!!"

A sharp, piercing sword cry, clearly filled with anger and a sense of "I've had enough," rang out! Immediately afterward, Harosa felt a sharp, icy pain in his buttocks!

"Awooo!!!" Harosa jumped three feet high, clutching his butt, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on! "Ouch! What are you doing?! Are you trying to murder your lord?!" He turned his head and saw the tip of the angel's holy sword lightly "poking" at the spot where he had just been sitting. Although it hadn't actually pierced through his divine body, the cold touch and the force it contained were definitely enough to give him a hard time.

The angelic sword hovered before him, its blade trembling violently, emitting a series of rapid, high-pitched cries filled with accusation and the emotion of "I want my reward! Now! Immediately!" The golden light flashed so brightly it was almost like a warning light! It was so urgent that it seemed ready to speak human language and start cursing at any moment!

Harosa, rubbing his burning, sore backside, looked at the "rampaging" super artifact before him and finally couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, alright! Stop yelling! You're going deaf! It's just a reward, right? Here you go! What do you want? Holy Light Energy? I don't have that here! Power of Order? I don't have that either!"

The sword's hum softened slightly, but remained urgent. Its tip pointed down at the divine realm, at the flowing, pure, greyish-brown source of rebirth, emitting a relatively calm hum that conveyed both longing and a desire for explanation.

Harosa carefully sensed the intent conveyed in the sword's cry and gradually understood.

"You want to ascend to the origin?" Harosa asked, somewhat surprised. "Your divine light attribute isn't related to this, is it?"

The Holy Sword of the Angel resonated once more, conveying an even clearer message: what it needed was not attributes, but the unique essence of the "Law of Reincarnation" contained within the origin of rebirth, a law on par with the "Law of Order"! The profound and vast nature of this law had an ineffable inspirational and nourishing effect on its comprehension of higher levels of the power of order! It could help it repair its damaged core of the law, and might even allow it to touch upon the deeper mysteries of the Law of Order!

Harosa suddenly realized! So that's how it is! This ultimate artifact is after the "nutrients" at the level of laws!

"You should have said so earlier!" Harosa didn't mince words, waving his hand. "Fine! Draw it yourself! But let's make this clear first," he said, his expression turning serious, "the essence of the divine realm is the foundation! The amount you draw must be within limits! It can't damage the very foundation of the divine realm! It can't affect the stability and expansion of the divine realm! And—" he added, his eyes darting around, "you can't just take without contributing! While drawing the essence, you must utilize your strengths to actively communicate with the cosmic void, drawing pure cosmic energy to nourish the divine realm and help it expand! This is called sustainable development! Understand?"

The Angelic Holy Sword emitted a steady sword cry indicating "I understand," its blade shimmering with golden light, seemingly quite satisfied with the condition of this "equivalent exchange."

The next moment, under Harosa's slightly tense and pained gaze, the tip of the Angelic Holy Sword was once again aimed at the core of the divine realm below, which contained the vast source of rebirth.

This time, it didn't "stab"; instead, it was like the most precise probe, its tip emitting soft yet extremely tough golden light, slowly and carefully "merging" into that grayish-brown primordial ocean.

Yu Yi!

A pure, vast, and profound gray-brown energy stream containing the mysteries of life and death was slowly drawn out along the golden light thread and merged into the blade of the Angelic Holy Sword!

The dim golden light on the sword's surface brightened and solidified at a visible speed, as if parched land had been nourished by sweet rain! At the same time, some extremely subtle, previously unseen gray-brown mysterious patterns began to appear around the sword's surface, intertwining with its own golden divine patterns, making it appear mysterious and unpredictable.

At the same time, the angelic wing relief symbolizing order at the end of the hilt of the Angelic Holy Sword faintly lit up. An invisible wave pierced through the barrier of the realm of the gods of rebirth and probed into the vast void of the universe.

Pure, free cosmic energy (not the chaotic energy of the demonic origin) began to be guided and gathered, like a trickle, slowly flowing into the origin of the divine realm through some mysterious channel, pushing the gray mist at the edge of the divine realm to slowly expand outward again!

Watching the Angelic Sword both drain his resources and expand the divine realm, Harosa finally felt relieved, a contented smile spreading across his face like that of an old farmer watching his pigs grow big and eat well.

"The laws of order. Not bad, not bad," Harosa said, looking like he'd taken a liking to her.

"Hmm, this deal wasn't a loss!" He rubbed his still throbbing backside and muttered, "But next time, could you ask for payment in a more polite way?"