Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 141: Discussion of the Dao, Coordinates of the Douluo Continent (5.2K, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

The dark golden light slowly subsided in Harosa's hand. The terrifying ferocity of the Golden Dragon Spear was contained, leaving only the dragon patterns coiled on the spear shaft shimmering with a restrained yet domineering dark golden luster, like a sleeping dragon king. The occasional wisp of destructive aura emanating from the spear tip was sharp enough to sever vision, but it no longer possessed the violent backlash it had before.

"It's done!" Deng Fengqiao breathed a long sigh of relief. His bloodshot eyes were full of exhaustion, but even more so, they were brimming with uncontrollable excitement.

He pushed up his slightly crooked glasses and looked at the spear in Harosa's hand as if he were looking at his most perfect work.

Yuan Feng wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, the sweat mixed with metal shavings leaving streaks on his bronze skin. He looked at the spear, then at the Netherworld Chant floating beside him, its aura now even deeper and more restrained (although the Netherworld Chant's enhancement was not yet complete, it seemed to have absorbed some power during its participation in suppressing the Golden Dragon King's essence, resulting in a higher degree of compatibility with the power of reincarnation). A simple, honest smile appeared on his rugged face, tinged with a hint of relief: "My lord, you are truly mighty! This spear looks incredibly powerful!"

Electrox, with his silver-white beard and spotless grey-white mage robe, stood a short distance away, his eyes filled with a gratified smile and a hint of barely perceptible pride.

He nodded slightly: "With this divine weapon, fellow Daoist is like a tiger with wings. Although the madness of this destructive power has been worn away, its domineering nature remains unchanged, which is exactly what fellow Daoist means by 'destruction before construction' in the path of reincarnation."

Harosa felt an immense sense of exhilaration as he felt the heavy, blood-connected texture and dormant destructive power emanating from the spear in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, the dark gold spear light carved a long, lingering crack in the air, emitting a deep, dragon-like roar as it pierced the air. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty temple, which was filled with traces of research.

"Hahaha! Good! What a devastating spear! This is all your doing! Well done, you deserve a reward!"

His gaze swept over the three meritorious officials before him, finally settling on Yuan Feng and Deng Fengqiao, his tone resolute:

"Yuan Feng, Deng Fengqiao! You two should become gods too!"

Yuan Feng's smile froze instantly, replaced by immense fear. He abruptly lowered his head, his large fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of his apron, his voice stammering, "My lord! This...this is unacceptable! I—I only exerted my brute strength, hammering a few times! The Golden Dragon Spear's success is entirely due to Master Deng and Elder Yi's divine wisdom and extraordinary abilities!"

"I haven't even finished the Underworld Chant yet... I haven't even touched the threshold of divine forging, I truly, truly don't deserve such a generous reward from you, sir! You've flattered me!"

He was so anxious that the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if Harosa wasn't rewarding him, but rather roasting him over a fire.

Halosa waved his hand dismissively, walked a few steps to Yuan Feng, and slammed his large, fan-like hand heavily onto Yuan Feng's broad shoulder with a dull thud. Yuan Feng was jolted and almost lost his balance.

"Stop being so coy!" Harosa laughed and scolded, but his tone carried an undeniable force. "What threshold? Maybe your path to divine forging will only truly open that door after you become a god, broaden your horizons, and gain sufficient divine power! Our path to the God Realm of Rebirth..."

He pointed to the temple's dome, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barriers to see the entire developing divine realm. "It looks like a large skeleton, but its foundation is already established! The divine wars have taken a heavy toll, but its status is breaking free from those lower realm quagmires, taking steps towards becoming a true divine realm! What will make it fly faster and more steadily? More gods to support it! The more gods there are, the stronger the divine realm's essence becomes; it's a mutually reinforcing process!"

He stared into Yuan Feng's eyes, his tone softening, carrying an almost seductive certainty: "You brat, ever since the day I rescued you from Douluo Continent, you've been immersed in my Rebirth Origin, forging iron! Your bones, flesh, and soul power foundation have long been permeated by the aura of this God Realm! In terms of talent, how are you inferior to those so-called 'geniuses' outside? I have high hopes for you; this Rebirth God Realm deserves a divine position for you, Yuan Feng!"

These words struck Yuan Feng like a hammer blow to the heart. A surge of intense emotion welled up from the depths of his heart, rushing to his eyes. He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. In the end, he could only nod heavily and utter a single, muffled word:

yes!"

On his rugged face, excitement, shame, and a fierce rage were intertwined.

Harosa gave a satisfied "hmm," then turned his gaze to Deng Fengqiao: "Deng Fengqiao, what about you? What kind of reward do you want? Is it those rare and precious minerals hidden away in the divine realm's treasury, or..."

Deng Fengqiao had already suppressed his excitement and reverted to his usual composed and shrewd demeanor as a Soul Master. He bowed slightly, a perfectly measured respectful smile on his face, and spoke in a gentle voice: "You flatter me, sir! My humble achievements today are entirely due to your opening of the Divine Realm, the protection and opportunities you have bestowed upon me, and the endless research resources and the invaluable platform to exchange ideas with Elder Yi and Master Yuan. Your divine grace is as vast as the sea, and I can only repay even a fraction of it with my utmost devotion! As for the reward—I am truly unworthy of it." His words were impeccable, both praising Harosa and displaying his own utmost humility.

As Harosa listened to this familiar "official language," the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He knew Deng Fengqiao's tricks all too well.

Although he said "Don't be so hypocritical," Deng Fengqiao's attitude of "all my achievements are thanks to you" still made him feel a subtle sense of satisfaction, and his smile became more genuine.

"Stop with the nonsense! Merit deserves reward, that's the rule. Let's get real!"

Deng Fengqiao then "reluctantly" raised his head, adjusted his glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses gleamed with shrewdness: "Since you insist on rewarding me, sir, I dare to make a request." He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, "My first level ten soul tool is not a weapon for combat, but a functional soul tool focused on 'energy conversion.' Its core lies in the analysis, guidance, and transformation of the essence of energy."

He looked at Harosa, his eyes becoming incredibly fervent and earnest: "I know that you, my lord, toil day and night, transforming the vast source of rebirth, bit by bit, into a source of reincarnation more aligned with your divine path. Although this process originates from the same source, it involves the leap and reshaping of legal positions, a difficult and complex undertaking that only those with extraordinary divine power can accomplish. I humbly hope to receive your permission, my lord, to take on this task of 'transformation'!"

Upon hearing this, Harosa raised an eyebrow, his face revealing undisguised surprise for the first time. He looked Deng Fengqiao up and down, as if recognizing this shrewd Soul Guidance Master for the first time: "Oh? You've tinkered with so many offensive Soul Guidance Devices, and your first level ten one is a functional one? A converter, no less?"

A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on Deng Fengqiao's face as he awkwardly scratched his head: "This one is relatively simple and easy to use." This was half true and half false; functional soul tools actually have higher requirements for basic theory and energy control.

Harosa didn't delve into the matter; he was more concerned with Deng Fengqiao's request, his tone becoming serious: "Converting the origin? Deng Fengqiao, have you thought this through? My reincarnation origin is extraordinary, far beyond the reach of ordinary divine power. Converting the reincarnation origin into the past life origin, while having the advantage of the same source, involves the transformation of laws and the refinement of energy. A slight misstep could trigger an upheaval in the origin, even backfiring on oneself! This task is no easier than building a soul-guided cannon; it's even more dangerous! Moreover," he looked at Deng Fengqiao meaningfully, "there will be no other reward for accepting this task. Are you sure?"

Deng Fengqiao took a deep breath, his back ramrod straight, his eyes behind his glasses burning with a fervent desire—the pure yearning of a top researcher facing an ultimate challenge: "I'm certain! Difficulty breeds challenge! Challenges lead to breakthroughs! To personally participate in, analyze, and even control such a high-level energy transformation process is an unparalleled opportunity for my soul-guiding path and for glimpsing the realm of the gods! Even with a thousand hardships and dangers, I will gladly face them!"

"Excellent!" Harosa's eyes gleamed with intense admiration. He was increasingly satisfied with this resourceful and decisive Soul Master. "Just for that spirit of yours! I grant your permission!"

He waved his hand, pointing to the core area deep within the temple, where a dense, grayish-brown energy surged: "Within the temple, the essence of rebirth is most concentrated and pure. You shall reside here! The essence you need is at your disposal! I'd like to see what tricks this converter of yours can pull!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Deng Fengqiao bowed deeply, his excitement evident in his words.

Standing to the side, Yuan Feng looked at Harosa's undisguised satisfaction with Deng Fengqiao, and then thought about his own clumsy words and failure just now. The flame that had just been ignited in his heart seemed to be doused with cold water, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. His rough hands clenched into fists.

Harosa seemed to sense his emotions, turning his gaze to him, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Yuan Feng, you stay too. The core of the temple, the Source of Rebirth, is most compatible with the foundation that has been nurtured within you for so many years. Use this precious place to calm your mind and attempt to break through to the realm of gods! The divine realm is still in its nascent stage, and divine positions await those who are ready. You two, give me your best!"

Deng Fengqiao immediately responded, adopting a very humble attitude: "My lord, the temple is your residence, a sacred place. How dare I overstep my bounds? I will find a quiet room outside the temple and enter when I need to transform my source. I will not disturb your cultivation."

Harosa said nothing more, only nodding. He glanced at the Netherworld Chanting Embryo, still struggling with the partially refined Golden Dragon King's essence (Yuan Feng's work wasn't finished yet), then at Deng Fengqiao with his burning gaze and Yuan Feng, who was brimming with energy, and said to Ilex, "Old Ilex, let them handle this. Let's go."

Two figures, one burly in gray-brown and the other graceful in gray-white, vanished from the temple in an instant.

Outside the temple, on the gray, mist-shrouded plains of bones, Haros and Elex walked side by side slowly toward the Meditation Tower. Elex gazed at the towering spire in the distance, a knowing smile playing on his lips: "That little brat surnamed Deng is quick-witted, bold, and knows how to seize opportunities. Such insight and courage are rare indeed."

Harosa didn't respond to that. He looked at the divine realm that he had created with his own will and was gradually coming back to life. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Old Yi, it's been almost a hundred years since I picked up your fragment of divine consciousness, hasn't it? Fighting and running around, we haven't really sat down to have a proper chat about the path of cultivation."

Electrox paused slightly, turning his head to look at Harossa. A hint of surprise flashed in his aged eyes, then turned into a deep smile, like ripples on a still well: "Oh? Fellow Daoist, you have the pleasure of discussing the Dao today? I would be delighted."

The top of the tower is not the empty platform one might imagine, but a quiet room that Electrolux has expanded with spatial magic.

There were no elaborate decorations, only two low tables made of ancient ebony and a few cushions.

A huge floor-to-ceiling "window" is formed from pure light elements, clearly reflecting the swirling gray fog of the divine realm and the deep, boundless universe outside.

On the low table, instead of a chessboard, floats a constantly shifting phantom star map drawn purely from spiritual energy, symbolizing the unpredictability of the universe's laws. Beside it, a pot of tea brewed with otherworldly herbs imbued with life force emits white steam and a strangely refreshing fragrance.

The two sat facing each other, abandoning their divine authority, like two old friends reunited after a long separation.

There were no grand pronouncements, no esoteric formulas. The discussion of the Way began silently.

Harosa lightly tapped the void before him with his fingertips, and a wisp of reincarnation divine power, a blend of inky black and moon white, flowed out. It did not exude pressure, but rather evolved on its own like a living thing: sometimes it transformed into a tiny vortex, within which the aura of life and death flowed endlessly; sometimes it transformed into a surging river, in which countless phantoms of living beings floated and sank, enacting past and present lives; and sometimes it transformed into a seedling, rapidly cycling between withering and flourishing, each withering accumulating even more magnificent vitality. He was demonstrating his understanding of "reincarnation," from the macrocosmic birth and death of the universe to the microcosmic flourishing and withering of life, and then to the reincarnation of individual souls and the immortality of the true spirit.

Electrolux watched quietly, a glint of wisdom in his eyes. He picked up the antique teacup, took a small sip, and said nothing immediately. Only when Harosa's demonstration came to an end did he slowly put down the teacup.

Without him making any move, the light in the quiet room dimmed slightly. Countless fine, gray runes composed of pure spiritual energy appeared out of thin air, like living dust, slowly drifting around him. These runes were not static; they collided, combined, dissipated, and were reborn. Each change exuded a completely different aura: there was the silence of death, the purification of light, the throbbing of the soul, the mystery of magic, and even a faint trace of contemplation on the ultimate destiny of life, echoing Harossa's power of reincarnation.

"The cycle of life and death is the ultimate truth of heaven and earth." Electrox's voice was low and calm, as if narrating an ancient story. "However, reincarnation is neither the end nor the beginning. It is a state of 'existence,' an eternally flowing 'process.' I observe your reincarnation, fellow Daoist, encompassing all aspects, but its core lies in 'balance' and 'guidance.' Balancing the forces of birth and death, guiding lost souls, so that in endless cycles, they may find liberation or new life."

He extended a finger and gently touched a gray rune that was colliding and dissipating. "But, can this power of 'exile' also act on non-soul entities? For example, laws? For example, those broken, stagnant things in this vast universe..."

"Existence" heading towards its end?

The runes on his fingertips suddenly lit up, transforming into a tiny black hole. Instead of devouring, it emitted a strange "attraction" power, slowly drawing in and merging several runes representing death and decay. The black hole's aura did not become violent; instead, it gained a sense of profound weight.

Harosa's pupils contracted as he stared intently at the tiny "gravitational black hole." Electrox's words exploded in his mind like thunder! To apply the "guiding" power of reincarnation to shattered laws, stagnant spacetime, and even the universe heading towards its end? This idea was wildly imaginative, yet it pointed directly to the deeper possibilities of the laws of reincarnation!

"Exile - Return of all things to nothingness? No, it is to guide their power and rebuild their order?" Harosa murmured to himself, his eyes flashing intensely with the dark and moon-white divine light, as if countless inspirations were colliding.

Electrolux smiled without saying a word, his fingertips twitching slightly, causing the black hole to dissipate and transform back into scattered runes.

The discussion continued in this silent manner, with subtle guidance, intense contemplation, and occasional sips of tea. Harosa demonstrated the cycle of birth and death in reincarnation, while Elex analyzed the true meaning of death and the mysteries of the soul;

Electrolux demonstrated how light magic could purify and reshape necromantic energy, while Harossa explored the power of reincarnation's containment and transformation of the essence of energy. Harossa raised questions about the role of the laws of time in reincarnation, to which Electrolux responded with the unique spacetime magic theory of the Holy Demon Continent. On the low table, the star map drawn by their spiritual power shifted constantly with their exchange of thoughts, sometimes reversing the flow of the galaxy, sometimes disorienting spacetime. The pot of tea cooled and reheated, cooled and reheated again, requiring countless refills. Outside the tower, gray mist churned, and the starlight in the deep universe flickered uncertainly. Time quietly slipped away as the two gods immersed themselves in the profound mysteries of the Great Dao.

On this day, the quiet room was still filled with the faint aroma of tea and the mysterious rhythm of interwoven laws. Harosa was intently developing a reincarnation rune that combined the ideas of Electrox's "Retroduction," attempting to simulate intervention in the "time-stopped" state of a tiny spatial fragment. Suddenly!

He was jolted violently! As if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning! The runes that were evolving in his hand instantly disintegrated!

"Hmm?" Electrox on the other side immediately noticed something was wrong and looked up.

The contemplation and focus on Harosa's face were instantly replaced by an unbelievable ecstasy! He jumped up from the futon, his eyes shooting out a piercing light that seemed to penetrate the void, staring intently at a certain direction in the boundless universe outside the tower, his body trembling slightly with extreme excitement.

"I sensed it! I finally sensed it!!" His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, even a little distorted, like a traveler who had trekked through the desert for countless years and finally saw the outline of an oasis!

The coordinates he had deliberately forgotten, yet constantly sought deep within his soul—the coordinates of the Douluo Continent! After a long journey through the universe, the war of gods, and these past few years of dedicated study, they finally reappeared clearly in his perception! The distance didn't seem too far after all!

Electrox looked at Harosa's flustered appearance, then followed his gaze to the deep universe. A knowing look flashed in his aged eyes, followed by a faint, expectant smile.