Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 132 Spatial Rift! Whose Handle Was It? (5K)

Deep within the temple, at the core altar.

Harosa's figure appeared like a ghost, the ease and playfulness on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

His self-light death array locked onto the center of the altar—there, the core of the divine realm where the gray-brown rebirth source energy should have been flowing steadily, was now replaced by a twisted, struggling spatial rift with ominous purple-black lightning flashing at its edges!

This crack, no more than ten feet long, resembled an ugly scar, viciously ripped open on the beating heart of the realm of the dead. It was not still, but rather wriggling slightly like a living thing, emitting a teeth-grinding "sound," as if space itself was being forcibly torn and rubbed apart.

Most terrifyingly, an indescribable, violent suction force was emanating from the depths of the crevice! The rich and pure primordial energy of rebirth within the temple was being frantically drawn in, as if encountering a black hole, forming a visible gray-brown energy flow that continuously plunged into the deep darkness.

What's even more chilling is that the inside of the crevice is not nothingness, but a raging "chaotic airflow"—not wind, but spatial turbulence formed by the complete disruption of the spatial structure and its high-speed flow!

They were like billions of invisible steel blades, frantically cutting and tearing at the edges of the cracks, preventing them from healing, and emitting sharp, piercing howls, as if the final lament of the demon plane's destruction had pierced through time and space.

"Spacetime turbulence? Or the aftermath of a plane collapse?!" Alarm bells rang in Harosa's mind, and a chill instantly crept up his spine.

It shouldn't be the aftermath of the plane collapse. When the Demon Plane was close to the Douluo Plane and the God Realm was initially a subordinate small world of the Underworld—the Skull Small World—it was close to the Underworld.

Furthermore, the realm of the gods was constantly moving and was not affected by the collapse of the demon plane.

But that demonic aura was indeed real, making it unpredictable.

The Divine Realm of Rebirth is like a small boat sailing in a cosmic storm, and this spatial rift that appeared directly at the core of the Divine Realm's central hub is undoubtedly the most fatal flaw! There's no time to delve into why it appeared so precisely here; Harosa knows he must close it as quickly as possible!

"Drink!" A deep, sharp shout echoed through the temple.

The space behind Harosa instantly distorted, and six deep gray-brown divine rings suddenly appeared like tangible millstones, slowly rotating and radiating a majestic divine power that suppressed all heavens and controlled reincarnation!

The terrifying aura of a peak second-level god erupted without reservation, causing the entire temple to tremble. He raised his hands, his ten fingers like hooks, and suddenly snapped them together at the spatial rift!

"Give me one!"

A vast, boundless divine power of rebirth, like a gray celestial river bursting its banks, surged forth from his body and precisely poured into both sides of the spatial rift. That divine power was incredibly condensed, carrying Harosa's powerful will, attempting to forcibly close the torn spatial "wound" like a zipper.

Yu Yiyi!

The grayish-brown divine power shone brightly, like two invisible giant hands, firmly gripping the two sides of the spatial rift. The rift's writhing intensified instantly, emitting an even more piercing "crunching" sound, as if resisting this powerful external force. The purplish-black lightning at the edge of the rift flickered wildly, violently colliding and annihilating with the grayish-brown rebirth divine power.

Harosa's forehead veins bulged as he channeled his divine power to its fullest extent. He could clearly "sense" the structure of the spatial rift—it wasn't a smooth crack, but rather filled with countless tiny, jagged "tooth-like" spatial faults. His divine power, like countless resilient threads, attempted to forcibly snap, flatten, and mend these "jaws."

Under his divine power, the spatial rift, which was about ten feet long, actually began to shrink inward at an extremely slow and difficult speed! One inch, two inches—the width of the rift was visibly shrinking! The howling chaotic airflow also seemed to be suppressed.

However, the cost was enormous! The suction from the depths of the crevice not only did not weaken, but instead became even more greedy and violent due to the infusion of Harosa's divine power!

At least a third of the immense rebirth essence he unleashed was not used to mend the gaps, but was directly sucked away by the spatial turbulence that resembled a monstrous maw, sinking into that unknown dark abyss! It felt as if he was desperately stitching up his wounds while someone was frantically drawing blood from them with a high-powered water pump!

Harosa's face began to turn pale. This was not a simple energy depletion, but rather the passive loss of the divine realm's essence! He could clearly feel the string connecting him to the divine realm groaning under the unbearable burden of this continuous loss.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart—it was as if he was using his flesh and blood to block the flood that had burst its banks. He blocked one side, but the other side was washed away, and the flood itself was even swallowing up the materials he was using to block the banks!

Harosa's heart was bleeding. It would take him a long time to accumulate so much essence of rebirth. It was truly a struggle to save money, but spending it was like water flowing away.

hold onto!

Harosa gritted his teeth, his eyes sharp as knives. He couldn't give up. Once the rift spiraled out of control, the entire divine realm's central hub would collapse, and the Rebirth God Realm would be instantly exposed to raging cosmic energy and spatial turbulence—the consequences would be unimaginable!

With his unwavering persistence, the spatial rift was finally forcibly "pulled" down to less than a foot wide! With victory in sight, Harosa breathed a sigh of relief, his divine power surging once more, ready to close it completely in one fell swoop.

A sudden change has occurred!

Just as the gap was about to disappear completely—

"La-i-!!!"

A terrifying sound, far louder and more piercing than any sound before, as if cloth were being torn apart or stars were shattering, suddenly erupted from the center of the closing gap!

The immense rebirth power that Harosa poured into the edge of the crevice was instantly torn apart and shattered like a fragile spider web by an overwhelming, tyrannical, and unreasonable terrifying force!

The gap, which was originally less than a foot wide and was about to be closed by the "zipper", was not only not closed, but was torn apart from the inside out by that force at a speed ten or a hundred times faster than before!

boom!!!

The space shattered completely, like fragile glass!

A massive spatial hole, over three zhang in diameter, with its edges crackling with even more intense purplish-black lightning and its internal spatial turbulence roaring like a tangible storm, instantly replaced the previous crevice and stood defiantly at the core of the altar!

The scene was like Harosa finally managing to close a small crack with great effort, only to find a giant with immense strength hiding inside, who ripped the zipper open completely and, not content with that, tore open a huge hole!

"Pfft!" Harosa's divine power was forcibly dispersed, his mind was injured, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he forcibly swallowed it back.

He stared at the enormous spatial hole before him, which was more than ten times larger than before and was frantically devouring the origin of the divine realm and all the matter and energy within the temple, like a gaping maw of an abyss. His face instantly turned ashen!

What made his scalp tingle even more was that the appearance of this huge hole seemed to be a signal!

"one-!!!"

Like ripples on water, or the spread of a plague! Centered on that enormous spatial hole, the surrounding spatial barriers seemed unable to withstand the tearing force of this core, instantly becoming fragile and vulnerable! Countless new spatial fissures of varying sizes, like a spider web, appeared out of thin air without warning and spread out!

Like greedy venomous snakes, they devoured energy frantically, emitting piercing hisses, illuminating the entire core area of ​​the temple with a bizarre and apocalyptic scene!

In an instant, Harosa felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave! This was no longer a single crisis, but a harbinger of a large-scale collapse of the spatial barrier! The core of the entire Rebirth God Realm was being frantically devoured by countless spatial termites!

"Brother Sword!" Harosa could no longer care about anything else. His cry, filled with shock, anger and urgency, carried his powerful divine sense and instantly pierced through the temple walls, echoing throughout a region of the Rebirth God Realm.

There, a holy sword, entirely golden and radiating an aura of holiness and order, floated silently, absorbing the gentle energy of the divine realm to nourish itself. Upon hearing this urgent call, the sword trembled violently, emitting a high-pitched, clear, and resonant sword cry that seemed capable of severing all constraints!

Buzz!

A burst of golden light! The Angelic Holy Sword instantly transformed into a dazzling golden rainbow that tore through space, ignoring spatial distance and piercing directly through the temple's defenses. With an unstoppable momentum, it appeared beside Harossa in an instant, hovering before the enormous spatial hole. The sword tip pointed directly at the source of chaos, radiating an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty.

"Brother Sword! The situation is urgent!" Harosa spoke rapidly, his divine sense instantly transmitting the terrifying scene and the crisis before him. "The core spatial barrier of the God Realm's central hub has massively collapsed! Countless cracks have appeared, and the source energy is being severely lost! Quickly help me close them! You often tear open spaces to travel, you have extensive experience in this area!"

Harosa's implication was clear: You're always working on spatial portals, so you must be good at fixing things up!

The Angelic Holy Sword trembled slightly, emitting a series of rapid, somewhat helpless sword cries. Its divine sense clearly transmitted: "(Spatial Interlayer/Stable Traversal) ≠ (Spatial Barrier Collapse/Repair)! What I cut through was the 'interlayer' beneath the 'surface,' a movement based on not disrupting the stability of the spatial barrier. What you see before you are the real 'wounds,' the spatial barrier violently torn apart, its structure collapsing! I have no real experience in repairing barriers, only more efficient methods. But this requires far more, much stronger energy! Far exceeding the level you just used! And it must contain the power of the laws of order!"

Harosa immediately understood. Although this guy spoke in a grand and respectable manner, his core meaning was simple: I can do this job, but I need to pay more (energy)! And it has to be high-quality Order Energy!

As for the energy of order, that's a matter for the Angelic Holy Sword; what Harossa needs to provide is the source of rebirth.

"Enough talk! Give me as much as you want! Get started!" Harosa had no time to argue about such things. With a thought, the vast rebirth essence stored in the central hub of the divine realm surged towards the Angelic Holy Sword like a floodgate being opened. At the same time, he himself was equally generous, continuously pouring pure divine power into the sword.

Yu Yi!!!

The Angelic Holy Sword, infused with a massive amount of energy, erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light! That light was no longer merely divine, but also carried an aura of supreme order that governed all laws and regulated the universe! On the sword's body, the profound golden runes seemed to come alive, flowing endlessly.

"Clang!"

With a clear and melodious sword cry, the Angelic Holy Sword moved! It did not slash, but rather, like the most precise embroidery needle, the tip of the sword drew incomparably profound golden trajectories in the air, containing the mysteries of the laws of space.

Repair in progress!

Streams of golden energy, condensed to the point of being almost tangible and radiating intense fluctuations of order, shot out from the tip of the sword, precisely targeting the spatial rifts that were frantically devouring energy!

The way these golden energy flows behaved was completely different from Harosa's previous rough "zipper" closure.

Adhesion and sealing! When the golden energy flow touched the edge of the spatial rift, it did not forcibly pull it, but rather spread out quickly like a living "spatial glue", forming a thin but extremely tough golden film that firmly "stuck" to the wound surface of the rift!

This golden membrane contained powerful laws of order. Upon contact, it immediately began to suppress and smooth the violent spatial turbulence and purplish-black lightning at the edge of the rift. The sharp whistling sound was instantly suppressed by more than half, and the suction force of the rift was visibly weakened!

Weaving and repairing! For smaller gaps, the golden film quickly spreads inward and contracts, completely "sealing" them.

For larger gaps, especially the newly appeared spiderweb-like cracks, the golden energy flow is like the most skillful shuttle, quickly weaving and stitching within the gaps, forcibly "stitching" the broken spatial structure together with golden threads of the laws of order! This process is full of precise manipulation of the laws, and with each golden thread that falls, the chaotic spatial structure becomes more stable.

Expelling and purifying! The golden light of the Angelic Sword has an extremely strong restraining and purifying effect on the lingering purplish-black demonic aura in the crevices. Wherever the golden light passes, the ominous purplish-black lightning fades and vanishes as quickly as melting snow, greatly reducing the resistance to repair.

The efficiency far surpassed Harosa's previous clumsy methods! Under the golden light, the countless tiny gaps vanished rapidly, like wrinkles ironed smooth. Even the edge of the massive core hole was temporarily "covered" by a tough golden film, greatly reducing the suction force and forcibly suppressing the turbulent spatial currents within the hole's opening.

Harosa, while channeling his energy, watched in utter disbelief, inwardly raging: "This is what they call inexperience?! The efficiency is ridiculously high! Stop pretending! Their 'glue' and 'stitching' techniques are clearly masterful! They're just trying to squeeze more kickbacks out of me!"

With the Angelic Holy Sword's professional-grade "Space Repair Technique" and Harosa's almost limitless energy supply, the crisis in the core area of ​​the temple was resolved at a visible speed.

Countless tiny, spiderweb-like cracks were completely smoothed out, leaving only the huge hole, three zhang in diameter, that had been forcibly torn open initially. Its edges were also firmly sealed by a thick layer of light membrane flowing with runes of order. Although it was still pulsating slightly, it was no longer frantically devouring.

Harosa let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing slightly. He wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead (mental fatigue from the depletion of divine power). He looked at the angelic holy sword beside him, its light slightly dimmed but still majestic, and was about to say something like "It's been a pleasure working with you."

Another shocking turn of events!

Just as the man and his sword thought they had temporarily gained control of the situation, and their guard relaxed slightly—

*Thump!!!*

A deafening roar, so deep and muffled it seemed to come from the very depths of the spatial barrier, from the very foundation of the entire Realm of Rebirth! It was like a giant, invisible drumstick striking the membrane of the Realm of Rebirth!

Buzz!

The entire temple, no, the entire Realm of Rebirth, trembled violently and unprecedentedly at that muffled sound!

It was like a giant soap bubble being violently bounced!

Immediately afterward, under the horrified gazes of Harosa and the Angelic Sword, the enormous spatial hole that had just been painstakingly "covered" and temporarily sealed by the Angelic Sword's membrane of order light, along with the surrounding spatial area that had just been repaired and seemed to have stabilized, began to rumble and roar!

It was as if it had been violently burst apart from the inside by an invisible giant hand!

The resilient light membrane of order couldn't even last a second before shattering into countless golden specks of light!

A super spatial rift, ten times larger than the previous enormous hole, with a diameter exceeding thirty zhang, and its edges churning with turbulent spatial currents of purplish-black and silver-white like boiling magma, appeared at the core of the central altar of the divine realm, like the gaping maw of a hellish abyss. With a violent suction force and chaotic aura capable of destroying everything, it abruptly replaced the previous location!

The breach was so enormous that when it appeared, the stable spatial structure of the temple's core area groaned as if it were about to collapse under the strain! Violent spatial turbulence, like a flood bursting its banks and billions of tangible blades, instantly gushed out from the breach!

Harosa and the Holy Sword's wills converged in mid-air, both clearly "reading" the same message conveyed by the other, filled with utter shock and bewilderment:

"What on earth is going on?! Has the spatial barrier not been repaired at all?! Or is something even more terrifying—...tearing us apart from the outside—or from the inside?!"

Sure enough, the next unexpected event confirmed their suspicions.

A Douluo figure, radiating divine light, appeared from the enormous spatial rift. He was a man.

A figure in blue and gold stood like a god, his waist-length aquamarine hair shimmering like water, rippling in the wind with the rhythm of the ocean. His face was resolute and handsome, his icy blue eyes as deep as the ocean, concealing endless majesty and tranquility.

The blue-gold armor features intricate patterns, with lifelike sea god totems on the shoulder armor and soft yet substantial sapphire brilliance on the breastplate.

Holding the Trident of Poseidon in his hand, blue and gold light flowed, and eight wings spread lightly behind him. He was surrounded by the grandeur and holiness of the ocean, inspiring awe at first glance.