Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 130 Harosa? Yali, the Developer, and the Anomaly in the Divine Realm (Part 1)

(It was blocked as soon as it was published, so I'm only updating it now. It was originally a 6.8K long chapter, which would have been smoother, but the content was rejected by the review committee and I wasn't allowed to make any changes. So I was forced to split it up. I'm releasing a part of it now, and I'll try my best to revise the rest after the review.)

Harosa's figure flashed past the edge of the herb garden, and in the next instant, he stood steadily outside the neatly planned group of buildings, appearing in front of Yuan Hua, Yuan Feng, and the group of soul masters who were still in shock and pale.

He was still clad in the Netherworld Child Armor, the deep gray-brown armor radiating a restrained divine light. The life and death runes engraved on it flowed slowly like living things, emanating a chilling divine power that could freeze one's soul.

Ji Bochang's futile and tragic "fireworks display" just now seemed to have left only a wisp of insignificant dust on this divine armor, adding to the unfathomable sense of oppression.

"Greetings...Greetings, Lord Hades!" Deng Fengqiao was the first to react, his voice trembling uncontrollably as he prostrated himself almost on the ground. The congealed blood on his forehead cracked slightly again in the fear he had just experienced, the dark red mark glaringly alarming.

"Greetings, Lord Hades!" "Lord Hades, may you be mighty!" Like dominoes falling, everyone, including Yuan Hua and Yuan Feng, reacted instantly, kneeling down in unison, their heads bowed low, their shouts forming a torrent of awe and fear that echoed through the empty divine realm.

Their hearts pounded wildly in their chests. The scene of the world being destroyed and then instantly crushed into dust was etched into their souls like a brand. Their awe of the being before them reached an unprecedented peak.

Harosa's indifferent gaze swept over the group of figures prostrate on the ground, finally landing on Deng Fengqiao, who was at the very front, his body trembling like autumn leaves.

call out!

A high-grade storage soul guide ring, gleaming with metallic luster, was casually tossed by Harosa, landing precisely on the soil in front of Deng Fengqiao.

"Take it."

Harosa's voice was calm and even, yet it contained a chill that was more intense than the dead of winter.

"Inside are Ji Bochang's belongings, all the soul tools, including those few nearly completed 'level 10 toys'." He paused, his gray-brown eyes locking onto Deng Fengqiao, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate his soul and see through the deepest glimmer of hope and fear in his heart.

"The next time I see you..." Harosa's lips curled into a cold smile, "it would be best if you were already a true level ten Soul Master."

He leaned down slightly, his voice like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, clearly reaching Deng Fengqiao's ears: "Otherwise... you'll die too."

A level 10 Soul Master barely meets Harosa's expectations, but if you don't even reach level 10, then you shouldn't live; you're worthless.

The last five words, spoken lightly, carried immense weight, like a cold knife hanging over Deng Fengqiao's neck.

Deng Fengqiao trembled violently, as if he had been struck by an invisible hammer! He suddenly raised his head, his face drained of color, his eyes filled with extreme fear and the bewilderment of surviving a disaster.

He practically lunged forward, grabbing the cold ring and clutching it tightly in his hand, as if it were his only lifeline. "Yes! Yes! My lord! Your subordinate... Your subordinate will do everything in his power! I will give my life! I will live up to your expectations!" He stammered, his voice hoarse, his forehead slamming heavily against the ground again with a dull thud.

Harosa stopped looking at him and turned his gaze to Yuan Feng, who was holding the Fiery Apricot and was also pale-faced. With a wave of his hand, the jade box that originally belonged to Ji Bochang and contained the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass flew to Yuan Feng.

"This is for you too." Haros's tone softened slightly. "Break through to quasi-god level as soon as possible. Let me see what kind of thing your 'divine forging' can actually produce."

His words carried an undeniable urging and a deep-seated expectation. Yuan Feng looked at the jade box that had appeared before him, feeling the extreme cold and pure soul power emanating from it. Recalling the terrifying power that Harosa had just displayed, which was like crushing ants and pulverizing Ji Bochang, the grievance in his heart caused by being forcibly "forbidden in forging" instantly vanished, leaving only a heavy pressure and... a trace of excitement at being recognized.

"Yes, sir! Yuan Feng: I will live up to your expectations!" He straightened his back, his voice filled with unprecedented firmness.

The adults seem to be too nice to me; I need to punch them!

Having finished his explanation, Harosa lingered. His figure blurred slightly, like ink merging into the air, and vanished from everyone's sight in an instant, leaving only a deathly silence and the heavy breathing of the survivors.

Herb garden.

Harosa's figure reappeared silently. A faint smell of burning and a very faint scent of blood still lingered in the air. Although his divine power had healed the most severe wounds on the ground, some of the immortal herbs still appeared somewhat withered, no longer as vibrant as before.

Harosa's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. This medicinal garden was a "treasure trove" he had meticulously cultivated, and one of the symbols of his divine foundation. Although the core foundation of the damage caused by Ji Bochang's farce remained intact, looking at these damaged immortal herbs still stirred a trace of displeasure in his heart.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed them into the air towards the herb garden.

A surge of powerful, pure, greyish-brown rebirth energy, like a gentle tide, instantly enveloped the entire herb garden. Wherever the energy passed, the cracked earth rapidly healed, the scorched marks vanished, and the lingering odor in the air was completely purified. The damaged herbs, as if parched by rain, unfurled their withered branches and leaves, their dull luster returning to its brilliance, even more vibrant than before. A rich life force, mingled with the profound essence of rebirth, once again filled the area.

Having done all this, Harosa finally turned his gaze to the depths of the herb garden, to the area hidden by the immortal herbs. He moved his divine sense slightly and gently beckoned with his hand.

Whoosh!

A core component of a soul tool, roughly the size of a palm, with an extremely precise design and a surface covered with fine energy patterns, shot out from the base of a giant tulip as if drawn by invisible threads, and landed steadily in his palm.

This was one of the core devices that Ji Bochang had previously set up here to extract and purify life energy for Yali. Now, having lost its energy supply, it lay quietly in Harosa's hand, like a lifeless metal beetle.

Harossa weighed the ingenious yet audacious creation in his hand, his fingertips tracing the subtle traces of its internal energy manipulation. A hint of sneer flashed in his eyes, then he quickly dismissed it, casually putting it away.

Then, he turned around and looked at the familiar metal villa that had been moved to the back of the temple not far away.

He strode forward, step by step, unhurried yet carrying an invisible sense of pressure, toward the villa's gate.

Every step made someone's heart surge with excitement.

Metal villa, back garden.

Yali sat in that familiar wicker chair, in almost the exact same posture as when Harosa left thirty years ago. She wore an elegant white dress, and her long, golden hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, shimmering softly in the simulated sunlight.

Her face remained breathtakingly beautiful, her skin as white as jade, without a trace of time. In fact, thanks to the pure life energy she had absorbed over the years, it appeared even more radiant and translucent, exuding a holy aura.

However, beneath this stunning beauty lies a violently surging, turbulent sea that is about to break through the disguise!

She witnessed everything that happened above the herb garden! She saw Ji Bochang rush towards Harosa like a moth to a flame, saw the soul-guided storm powerful enough to tear space apart easily blocked by that gray-brown divine armor, and saw Ji Bochang sacrifice his life...

Pulling out the pulsating mechanical heart, he witnessed the ultimate strike, the culmination of a lifetime's work, swallowed whole by the greyish-white longsword like a stone thrown into the sea.

She heard Ji Bochang's frantic roar before his death, and she also heard Harosa's final words, like a demonic whisper—

The shocking accusations against Tang San, the God of the Sea!

She naturally didn't believe it.

An immense fear, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled tightly around her heart, almost suffocating her.

Ji Bochang's death was not just about losing someone who tried to rescue her; it also made her realize the immense gap between herself and that man—a chasm as vast as the heavens and the earth! It was the difference between a mortal and a god, an ant and a dragon! Resistance? Escape? Both became the most pathetic jokes.

What made her feel even more desperate and indescribable was that Harosa was walking towards her! The sound of his approaching footsteps felt like they were treading on her heart.

The unbearable, humiliating, and painful memories of thirty years ago surged back like a tidal wave.

Thinking of those cold, aggressive hands, that mocking yet controlling gaze, that touch etched like a brand into the depths of my soul...

Ya Lili's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

Resentment? She dared not! Faced with absolute power and the threat of death, that bit of resentment was like a candle flickering in the wind, easily extinguished. What filled her heart at this moment was extreme fear, a desperate premonition of her impending fate, and... a trace of a morbid sense of resignation that she herself was ashamed to admit, born from long imprisonment and mental torture.

"He's here... He must know... He's here to punish me..." Yali's heart screamed wildly, her beautiful face drained of all color, leaving only an almost transparent paleness.

Those eyes, once filled with compassion and holy light, were now nothing but empty pretense and a deep, unconcealable panic and anxiety. Her instinct was to escape, to find a place to hide, but reason told her that would only bring more terrible consequences.

The moment Harosa's figure appeared in the direction of the villa's gate, Yali sprang up from the wicker chair like a startled deer!

Her movements, made somewhat awkward by her panic, inadvertently revealed her perfect body, encased in a pristine white dress, a body capable of arousing any man's blood.

Beneath her slender, swan-like neck were gracefully defined collarbones and full, rounded curves that rose and fell slightly with her rapid breathing, outlining breathtaking arcs. Her slender waist twisted in her flustered movements, seemingly containing astonishing resilience and strength, yet also carrying an extreme sense of fragility, forming a fatally contradictory charm.

The rounded curves that suddenly bloomed below her waist were tightly wrapped in a soft silk dress, tracing breathtaking full arcs with her movements, like a ripe peach, strangely combining the voluptuousness of a mature woman with a sacred temperament, creating a stunningly beautiful scene that would make even the gods take notice.

However, this ultimate beauty lasted only a fleeting moment. Yali almost forced herself to sit back in the wicker chair as quickly as possible, forcing herself to stiffly assume the standard posture of a "walking corpse"—empty eyes, numb expression, relaxed but lifeless body, as if her soul had already left her body.

She had barely settled down, and before she could even catch her breath, the heavy metal villa's doors slid open silently, as if controlled by an invisible hand.