Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 139 A Lament of the Underworld, The Golden Dragon Spear (4.8K, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The enormous "cocoon" made of grayish-white powder had long since vanished, leaving only a patch of scorched earth on the original site of the temple ruins, which, after being combed by divine power, was relatively flat but still exuded the lingering aura of the laws.

The swirling, inky black and moon-white divine power of reincarnation around him, like a deep nebula, carried a grand rhythm of life and death, completely smoothing out and assimilating the last trace of chaotic energy remaining from the battlefield.

The seventh divine ring—a halo of ink-black and moon-white light symbolizing the rank of "First-Level Deity - God of Reincarnation"—slowly rotated behind him, solid and majestic, radiating a vast divine power far surpassing that of the past.

Instead of immediately entering a deeper retreat to digest all his insights, he opted for a shallow retreat.

The realm of gods drifts through the universe, and as its lord, he needs to maintain a sense of awareness of the outside world.

Shortly after the war of the gods ended, Electrox returned to his meditation tower, exhausted but with invaluable combat experience, to continue his long and profound magical research and consolidation of his divine position.

Before leaving, the old mage pointed with his withered fingers at the golden dragon spear stuck in the ground in front of Harossa, the meaning of which was clear: this thing is too fierce, I'm leaving it here to keep it in check, so that if it wakes up, you can put it back down immediately.

Electrolux did this mainly because the Golden Dragon Spear was too effective against energy bodies.

Time passed silently. From the outside, the Realm of Rebirth still appeared as a massive, silent, drifting body of light in the void, shrouded in gray mist, desolate and lifeless.

However, within the realm of the gods, this world, created by the will of Harosa and constructed from countless fragments of souls and bones, quietly entered a peculiar "period of silent development" after the end of the divine war.

In the workshop area of ​​the Soul Master Alliance, the deep resonance of the Soul Master Energy Core and the clanging of metal components could be heard day and night.

Deng Fengqiao, the current head of the Soul Guidance Technology in the God Realm, successfully broke through the barrier that had plagued countless geniuses in the third year after the end of the God War, and officially entered the hall of tenth-level Soul Master.

Deep within his laboratory, intricate soul-guiding arrays flowed across a 3D light screen, high-energy particle beams precisely cut into specially made alloy molds, and the air was filled with the unique scent of ozone and rare metals excited by energy.

He was no longer satisfied with simply replicating the technology of Douluo Continent. Instead, he began to try to incorporate the characteristics of death and reincarnation from the God Realm of Rebirth, as well as the strange materials he collected during his space travels, into his soul tool designs.

The forge area of ​​the Blacksmith Alliance presented a completely different scene. The intense heat distorted the air, and each time the massive forging hammer fell, it seemed to strike a spatial barrier, producing a dull, thunderous roar.

Yuan Feng was shirtless, his bronze muscles bulging, sweat pouring down his face, but his eyes were terrifyingly focused. He too had reached the Quasi-God realm three years after the God War, but his attempts to break through to the "God Forging" realm had repeatedly failed.

Divine forging imbues metal with life and the rudiments of laws. This is the necessary path to god-level forging and the only way to create the core metal of the five-word battle armor.

Each failure was accompanied by priceless rare metals turning to scrap and Yuan Feng's furious roar. But the next time the furnace ignited, his calloused hands would still grip the forging hammer without hesitation. He knew that the master needed the Five-Word Battle Armor, and no matter how difficult the path, he would break through it!

The competition and cooperation between the two alliances formed a stark contrast around the temple ruins, yet strangely merged. Under Electrox's direction and coordination, a brand-new core area, blending soul-guided technology and architectural aesthetics, rose from the ground, centered on the original temple ruins.

It is no longer a single, magnificent temple, but a complex consisting of towering soul-guiding energy towers, forging furnace towers covered with intricate runes, and administrative and residential buildings covered with strange skeletal armor.

The cold metal skeleton intertwines with the warm and jade-like bone material of the dead, and the ghostly blue light of the soul wire circuits and the grayish-white glow of the necromantic runes reflect each other, creating a futuristic technological style that is cold, efficient, and carries a sense of deathly mystery.

In the central square of the entire complex stands a colossal statue.

Forged from the toughest immortal spiritual bone material and a special alloy that has absorbed the power of faith, it is the image of Harosa. He is clad in the battle armor of the son of the underworld, holding the Underworld Chant, with a cold face and eyes that seem to pierce through the void, gazing at the entire divine realm.

This statue was not commissioned by Harosa, but rather erected by those who had been reborn in the realm of the dead and whose strength had broken through bottlenecks.

The Soul Masters and Blacksmiths, whose livelihoods were now secure, spontaneously expressed their gratitude. They were thankful for the blessings bestowed upon them by Hades Harossa, the King of the Underworld, who had brought them this sanctuary and the opportunity for breakthrough.

Although there were not many people, their faith was exceptionally devout. Over the past five years, strands of pure golden faith power, like gentle streams, have continuously gathered on the statue, giving its surface a warm and restrained luster.

The statue's cold eyes, nurtured by years of accumulated faith, seemed to possess a faint, indescribable spiritual light, like a wisp of the sleeping giant's will, silently guarding this land.

In the fifth year, when Deng Fengqiao's laboratory erupted with unprecedented energy fluctuations, announcing the completion of a groundbreaking level 10 soul tool core component and officially establishing his unshakeable status as a level 10 soul master, on Yuan Feng's forging platform, a strange meteorite iron taken from the core of a meteorite once again wailed and cracked under the terrifying energy impact of divine forging, announcing yet another failure.

The hot-tempered master blacksmith slammed his fist on the forging table, instantly covering the hard surface with spiderweb-like cracks. He roared to the sky in resentment, causing the flames in the furnace to flicker.

On that very day, Harosa, who was sitting cross-legged in the heart of the scorched earth, slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of divine light, a blend of jet black and moon white, appeared in his eyes and vanished, before settling into a profound tranquility.

The power of reincarnation flowing around him became completely stable, without any stagnation, powerful yet restrained.

He stood up, stretched his bones which seemed frozen for a thousand years, and made a soft cracking sound. His gaze swept over the newly renovated temple area, over the towering Soul Guidance Tower and the furnace, and finally settled on the enormous statue that embodied the power of faith.

A barely perceptible smile of satisfaction flickered across his lips. The spark of civilization had finally been ignited in his desolate, skeletal divine realm, burning tenaciously and spreading. This vitality was precisely the sight he, the realm lord, most desired to see.

Without alerting anyone, his figure seemed to blend into the shadows of space, and the next moment he appeared in the rebuilt, more magnificent and solemn main hall of the temple.

Seated atop a dark throne forged from massive dragon bones and strange metals, Harosar's voice echoed calmly in the empty hall, yet clearly reached the depths of Deng Fengqiao and Yuan Feng's minds:

"Deng Fengqiao, Yuan Feng, come to the temple to see me."

The command is concise and leaves no room for doubt.

A moment later, two figures appeared almost simultaneously outside the temple gate. Deng Fengqiao had changed into a brand-new silver-gray robe inlaid with intricate soul guidance circuits, and his spirit wings and sharp eyes exuded the confidence and curiosity of a level ten soul master.

Yuan Feng was wearing a forged leather apron covered in metal shavings and sweat stains. His bronze face still bore a trace of lingering frustration and fatigue, but deep in his eyes was an indomitable tenacity.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the solemnity and a hint of barely perceptible tension in each other's eyes. As their own strength reached the quasi-god level, the closer they got to that realm, the more they could appreciate the unfathomable divine might of the being seated on the throne, like gazing up at the boundless starry sky.

The two walked quickly into the main hall, stopped ten steps away from the throne, bowed their heads, and were extremely devout.

"Greetings, Lord Hades!" The voice echoed in the empty hall.

Harosa's gaze fell on the two of them, and he spoke calmly, "In five years, the divine realm has undergone a complete transformation. You two have done well." His voice did not have much emotional fluctuation, but it carried a heavy weight, which was recognition, but also an invisible pressure.

Deng Fengqiao quickly replied, "It is all thanks to Your Excellency for opening up the Divine Realm and giving us protection and opportunities that I was able to glimpse the Soul Guidance Realm." His tone was filled with heartfelt gratitude and longing for a higher realm.

Yuan Feng replied in a muffled voice, "I will remember your kindness, my lord! It is only because I am incompetent that I have been unable to enter the realm of divine forging. I have failed to live up to your expectations!" His tone was filled with self-reproach and resentment as he spoke.

"Reaching the Quasi-God realm is already difficult enough; Godhood requires opportunity and enlightenment, and cannot be forced." Harosa's tone was calm, without any harsh criticism. "Deng Fengqiao's advancement to the tenth level is also a fortunate event for the God Realm."

Upon hearing this, the two felt somewhat relieved, but remained respectful with their heads bowed, daring not to show the slightest negligence. They knew that the master's summons was not merely for a few words of praise.

As expected, Harosa said no more. He made a sweeping gesture in the air with his right hand beside him.

hum!

Two completely different, yet terrifying auras that made Deng Fengqiao and Yuan Feng's souls tremble suddenly erupted!

On the left, a lament from the underworld! The sword's blade swirled with a gradient of inky black and moon white light, profound and restrained, yet carrying the immense power of reincarnation that devours all things and dominates life and death.

It hovered silently, the air around its blade seeming to murmur and swirl in a profound stillness. This was Harosa's natal artifact, which had accompanied him in his battles and had long been imbued with the purest divine essence of reincarnation.

On the right, the Golden Dragon Spear! Its entire body is dark gold, with ferocious dragon patterns coiled around the spear. Although it is quiet at this moment, the trace of extremely violent dark gold sharpness remaining on the spear tip, as well as the terrifying desire that the spear body faintly exudes as if it wants to devour all life essence, make the two quasi-gods feel their scalps tingle.

This spear, which once drank the essence of the Golden Dragon King, displayed its ferocity in the war of gods, biting off a piece of Tang Wulin's "flesh" from the Trident of the Sea God.

The two divine artifacts, like ferocious beasts with life, hovered before Deng Fengqiao and Yuan Feng. Their powerful pressure caused the soul power (the rudimentary form of divine power) within their bodies to stagnate, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Deng Fengqiao's pupils contracted sharply. His instincts as a Soul Master made him instantly analyze the energy structure and law fluctuations emanating from the two divine artifacts in his mind. His face was filled with shock and fascination.

Yuan Feng stared wide-eyed at the material of the Golden Dragon Spear and the forging technique of the dark gold dragon pattern, his rough fingers unconsciously twisting as if simulating the forging process.

At the same time, an absurd yet slightly fanatical thought arose in both of their minds: Could it be that the master is going to bestow a divine artifact upon us?

But that thought was instantly extinguished—how could that be? That sword was the master's personal sword!

Just as the two were filled with doubt and turmoil, Harosar on the throne spoke, his voice still calm, yet carrying an undeniable will:

"I need you to enhance these two divine artifacts."

"Enhancement?" Deng Fengqiao and Yuan Feng looked up abruptly, their faces filled with surprise, some even thinking they had misheard.

Enhanced artifact? Or is it Hades's natal artifact and that terrifying golden dragon spear?

This task is even more unbelievable than Yuan Feng's attempt at divine forging or Deng Fengqiao's development of an eleventh-level soul tool! The power of divine artifacts is already the pinnacle of their understanding, but how do they strengthen them? Where do they even begin? What materials do they need? What techniques do they require? This is beyond their current knowledge!

Harosa, as if seeing through the turmoil in their hearts, added, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"The Golden Dragon Spear, the Golden Dragon King's original essence is causing a backlash; the hidden dangers must be completely resolved to make its power controllable and usable for me. The Netherworld Chant, rising with me, needs to be further refined to align with the divine path of reincarnation. Materials, take whatever you need from the divine realm's warehouses, including the meteorite iron brought by those 'meteorites.' Technology—I only care about the results."

"Of course I will assist you."

His gaze swept over the two stunned figures, finally settling on Deng Fengqiao: "Soul-guided technology, restraint, guidance, amplification—it has potential." He then turned to Yuan Feng: "The path of divine forging, endowing metal with life and laws—this gun is made from the bone of the Golden Dragon King, its potential is not yet exhausted."

Deng Fengqiao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart. The pride of a level 10 Soul Master and the desire to challenge the unknown were completely ignited.

He stared at the restless dark gold edge on the Golden Dragon Spear, his eyes becoming incredibly focused and fanatical: "My lord, I am willing to dedicate all my knowledge to using the Soul Guiding Array to restrain its violence, guide its essence, and forge the 'Dragon Soul Restraining Core'!" Countless Soul Guiding Array configurations flashed through his mind in an instant.

He didn't understand the technology, but it sounded impressive, so Harosa nodded in satisfaction.

Yuan Feng stared intently at the shaft of the Golden Dragon Spear, his rough, large hands grasping at the air as if sensing the dormant power within the dragon bones. A startling light flashed in his eyes; his previous dejection vanished, replaced by the excitement and determination of a master blacksmith facing a peerless material: "My lord! I understand! Divine forging is about imbuing it with a true 'soul,' transforming it from an inanimate object into a living thing, turning the Golden Dragon King's power into its own, instead of a poison that backfires on its master! I—will risk my life to break through this barrier and forge a 'soul' for this spear!" He seemed to have found the key to breaking through the bottleneck of divine forging—using a divine artifact as the embryo!

Harosa nodded slightly as he looked at the rekindled, even more intense, flames in their eyes.

"very good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure on the throne disappeared silently, like an ink droplet merging into the water, leaving behind only a slowly rotating spatial vortex exuding an aura of reincarnation, before vanishing completely.

In the vast main hall of the temple, only two terrifying divine artifacts remained suspended, along with two grandmasters who stood under the pressure of the artifacts, yet seemed to bear the heavy responsibility for the future of the entire divine realm.

Deng Fengqiao carefully enveloped the Golden Dragon Spear with his soul power. The fierce aura emanating from the spear made his fingertips tingle slightly, but his eyes were filled with an excited desire to study it.

Yuan Feng strode towards the Netherworld and chanted, stretching out his calloused hand, wanting to touch the sword that flowed with the divine power of reincarnation, but he stopped in mid-air in awe, ultimately only greedily feeling the rhythm of the laws contained in the sword that made his heart tremble.

The temple was silent, save for the faint hum emanating from the artifact itself and the increasingly heavy, challenging, and ambitious breathing of the two grandmasters.

Harosa vanished from the throne, leaving Deng Fengqiao and Yuan Feng staring at the two terrifying artifacts, an invisible pressure filling the air. Strengthening the artifacts? This burden was too heavy, so heavy that even these two top figures in their respective fields felt suffocated with bewilderment.

"Where do I even begin?" Yuan Feng unconsciously rubbed the stubble on his chin with his thick fingers, his eyes fixed on the inky black and moon-white divine light flowing across the Netherworld Aria Sword.

He had participated in the advancement of this sword, so it was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. The profound sense of reincarnation made him instinctively feel awe, as if looking at it for too long would drag him into a vortex of life and death.

Deng Fengqiao pushed up his specially made soul-guided glasses on the bridge of his nose. Complex data streams flashed on the lenses. He was more focused on the chilling dark gold edge at the tip of the Golden Dragon Spear.

"Golden Dragon King's Origin - Violent, Devouring - Requires a powerful energy restraint array, as well as materials with a channeling and conversion mechanism," he muttered to himself. The brain of a level 10 Soul Master was working at lightning speed, trying to find a breakthrough in the vast sea of ​​Soul Master knowledge.

Just as the two were troubled by this unprecedented problem, and even their breathing became heavy, a crack silently appeared in the space in the center of the temple.

Harosa stepped out from within, accompanied by a torrent of cold stardust and metallic scent.

Boom! With a whoosh, countless metal blocks of varying sizes and shapes, shimmering with strange light, poured down on the empty ground of the temple like a meteor shower, instantly piling up into small mountains.