Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 146: Schemes for the Douluo Continent (3.5K)

Ye Lan's languid voice, tinged with a hint of cold mockery, stirred up ripples in the deathly silence of the Eye of Return to Nothingness like a stone thrown into a deep pool.

"Playing around? Your Majesty the Demon Emperor's vision is far too narrow." Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the Shadow Throne, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound that seemed to strike at the heart. "Do you think that what the Underworld Emperor seeks is merely those inferior blood essences in your eyes? Ha."

She slightly raised her chin, her gaze sweeping over the breathless crowd below, finally settling on the gloomy face of the Demon Emperor. Her red lips parted slightly, and she dropped a bombshell, word by word, one that was enough to shatter everyone's understanding:

"The Underworld Emperor is the supreme master of a divine realm—the Realm of Rebirth! He controls reincarnation and governs life and death! The Douluo Continent is merely an appetizer on his divine kingdom's plate."

Boom!

The impact of these words was ten times greater than the appearance of the nine undead knights! The entire Eye of the Ruins instantly fell into absolute silence, and even the sound of the bubbling lava pool seemed to disappear.

The unruly and lawless evil spirit masters below, whether they were die-hard loyalists of Ye Lan or supporters of the Demon Emperor, were all petrified at this moment, their faces filled with extreme shock, bewilderment and disbelief!

The master of a divine realm?! The ruler of reincarnation?! The master of life and death?!

The combination of these words creates a picture that far exceeds the limits of their cognition!

The Demon Emperor knew that the Lord of the Plane was powerful, an existence she had to look up to even before knowing its full extent.

But "Lord of the Gods"? What does that mean? It's a god among gods who rules over all planes and resides high in the heavens!

The Demon Queen reacted the most violently. Her deep purple eyes narrowed sharply, and for the first time, a clear look of horror flashed across the depths of her pupils!

Her understanding of the "Underworld Emperor" behind Ye Lan had always been limited to the level of "a powerful and mysterious being".

She speculated that the other party might have reached the realm of a true god without a divine position through some kind of secret method. Perhaps the methods were strange and the foundation was profound, but in essence, she, the Demon Emperor, believed that she was no weaker than anyone else! She possessed the ten thousand years of accumulation and resentment of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and had the ambition to devour planes to achieve godhood. She did not think that she was much worse than that cowardly "Underworld Emperor"!

However, the words "Lord of the Gods" struck her like a thunderbolt from the heavens, shattering all her arrogance and standards of judgment!

Even the most powerful ruler of a plane is confined by the plane itself. The ruler of the divine realm, however, transcends planes! They are the supreme sovereigns who truly control the rules and create their own universes! The difference between them is like a firefly compared to the moon, or a stream compared to the vast ocean!

The Demon Emperor almost instantly believed the truthfulness of Ye Lan's words.

Only this explanation can perfectly explain the inconceivable immortality of those Undead Spirit Knights, explain the bizarre resources in Ye Lan's hands that far exceed the level of the Douluo Continent, and explain why she has the confidence to act in this way! This is definitely not a foundation that any "strong person" can possess; this is the foundation of a pantheon, a divine realm!

"Lord of the Gods - Lord of the Gods," the Demon Emperor muttered absentmindedly. His body, which had been sitting upright on the purple-gold throne, had involuntarily weakened by three points, despite its originally unshakeable aura.

She even felt a chill that came from the depths of her soul.

She had witnessed the vastness of the Lord of the Douluo Plane (though she had not directly confronted him, she could sense it), and had also encountered the terrifying, aggressive aura of the Lord of the Abyss Plane (at present, the Holy Spirit Cult has already made contact with the Abyss Plane), and knew their power and invincibility.

What immense power would a true ruler of the divine realm possess?

The Demon Emperor's voice, tinged with a dryness and surprise he himself was unaware of, "is he from the Douluo God Realm?"

She instinctively asked the most direct and terrifying question. If that Underworld Emperor was sent by the Douluo God Realm, then all their schemes would become a colossal joke!

"Heh." Ye Lan let out a short, mocking laugh. She tilted her head slightly, giving the Demon Emperor a look that was almost like looking at an idiot. "Your Majesty, has your brain been filled with mercury from spending too much time in the deep sea? If there really is such a person in the Douluo God Realm, would you tolerate us plotting here? Would you sit idly by and watch your followers be slaughtered by us?"

Her words were like a cold whip, striking the Demon Emperor's heart and shattering his absurd conjecture.

The Demon Emperor was enraged by Ye Lan's gaze, but he quickly regained his senses.

Yes, if the other party were truly from the Douluo God Realm, how could they possibly have opened up their own God Realm? How could they possibly attack the Douluo Plane? This is a complete paradox! That Underworld Emperor is an existence independent of the Douluo God Realm!

This realization shocked the Demon Emperor, and his mind raced like lightning.

She instantly pieced together Ye Lan's actions over the years—not pursuing the immediate energy burst from large-scale blood sacrifices, but rather, like a precise scalpel, relentlessly hunting down the continent's top experts, creating panic and chaos, yet avoiding devastating massacres that would sever the plane's foundation.

A cold and terrifying thought exploded in her mind in an instant!

Consume your life force!

The growth and very existence of powerful beings in a plane are a continuous drain on the accumulated primordial energy, life essence, and even the power of laws of that plane!

After the powerful naturally perish, most of these forces will slowly return to the origin of the plane, forming a cycle.

But what if they are killed, devoured, or forcibly removed through abnormal means? What if this hunting is continuous?

Is it a systematic approach, specifically targeting the powerful elites who reside within the planes of existence?

Therefore, the origin of the Douluo Continent is like a patient who is being bled out continuously but cannot be replenished!

The will of the plane will gradually weaken, the plane's barriers will become fragile, and the vitality and potential of the entire plane will be continuously eroded! Ye Lan is not playing around at all; she is carrying out the will of that Underworld Emperor, using a more covert, long-lasting, and ruthless method to slowly kill the Douluo Plane! Paving the way for the final devouring!

What a deep scheme! What a huge appetite!

Thinking of the Underworld Emperor, whom he had never met but who seemed to regard the entire Douluo Continent as a chessboard, the chill that had just risen in the Demon Emperor's heart instantly turned into a bone-chilling ice spike!

This opponent's level and ambition far exceeded her imagination! Her obsession with blood sacrifice and devouring was probably like a robber stealing loose change from a vault in the opponent's eyes, while the opponent's plan was to take the entire vault!

A self-deprecating, bitter smile appeared on the Demon Emperor's exquisite lips. If she herself wasn't afraid of the Sea God Tang San's revenge, why would the Underworld Emperor, who controlled a realm of gods and plotted to devour planes, care?

In his purplish-gold eyes, all the anger, resentment, and doubt, after extreme shock and weighing, finally settled into a complex, awe-inspiring, and resolute gleam.

She slowly raised her head, looking at the woman in the black dress opposite the throne who wielded terrifying power. Her voice was deep and clear, lacking the previous imposing tone, but carrying an undeniable seriousness:

"I wish to see the Underworld Emperor."

Ye Lan seemed to have anticipated this question. She spread her fair hands, her posture regaining some of its languidness, but her tone carried a hint of helpless truth: "The Lord's power is unfathomable, how could we possibly fathom his whereabouts? He is on his way back, and I do not know exactly when he will arrive. Nor can I take the initiative to contact him."

The Demon Queen remained silent for a moment, seemingly processing the information. The sharpness in her eyes hadn't completely disappeared, but the confrontational killing intent had subsided.

She nodded slightly, her voice regaining the composure befitting a deep-sea overlord: "In that case—until the Underworld Emperor arrives, all actions will proceed according to your plan, focusing on preserving strength and sustaining attrition. However," she shifted her tone, a hint of deeper meaning in her voice, "some time ago, the Ancient East Wind of the Spirit Pagoda—sent us a rather interesting signal through a secret channel."

Ye Lan revealed a hint of interest.

The deep universe, the boundless void.

The Realm of Rebirth, a world constructed from countless colossal skeletons and gray mist, is traversing the sea of ​​stars at an astonishing speed disproportionate to its immense size.

The gray-brown divine barrier emitted a hazy halo, isolating the raging spatial turbulence and deadly cosmic rays at the edge of the outer divine realm. The enormous "mountain" composed of skeletons rolled over a fragmented asteroid belt during its journey, silently devouring and assimilating the cosmic dust and stellar fragments into its own insignificant nourishment.

On the central altar of the divine realm, Harosa sat cross-legged, his body swirling with the divine power of reincarnation, a blend of inky black and moon white. His deep eyes seemed to pierce through the barrier of the divine realm, locking onto an invisible coordinate point deep within the universe.

He seemed to be one with this continent of bones, exuding a profound aura of control over everything.

Elex appeared silently at the edge of the altar, his grey-white mage robes appearing somewhat flimsy against the backdrop of the cosmos.

Gazing at the deep darkness ahead, sensing the steady and rapid journey through the God Realm, he asked, "Fellow Daoist, in your opinion, how many more days will it take to reach the Douluo Plane?"

Harosa didn't answer immediately. His divine sense, like invisible tentacles, extended to the very forefront of his divine journey, carefully sensing the structure of space and the increasingly clear coordinates guiding him. After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice carrying a cosmic calm:

"Soon. At this rate, I estimate that within a year, we will reach the closest 'Gate to the Underworld' jump point to the Douluo Plane." He paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "Rebirth in the God Realm will not directly descend into the Douluo Plane."

"Oh?" Electrox stroked his silver beard, a look of inquiry in his eyes. "Are you worried about alerting the enemy, or are you wary of the Douluo Plane itself?"

"Yes, all of them." Harosa's voice was low and cautious. "As the foundation of the Douluo God Realm, the Douluo Plane may have hidden contingencies left by the God Realm. I must ensure its safety. If the God Realm were to descend directly, it would be too conspicuous and could easily trigger unpredictable chain reactions, which would be a greater loss than gain. That's the first point."

He turned his gaze in another direction, where it was pitch black, but Elex could sense that Harosa's consciousness seemed to have locked onto some extremely distant coordinate, filled with chaos and a devouring aura.

"Secondly," Harosa's lips curled into a cold smile, "there's a 'neighbor' near the Douluo Plane—the Abyss Plane. It's a greedy and cunning predator with a morbid thirst for life-bearing planes. If we arrive in a grand manner and disturb it, causing it to flee or retreat prematurely, wouldn't we be letting a delicious meal slip away? It's also one of our key objectives on this trip."

Upon hearing this, a hint of understanding and approval flashed in Electrox's aged eyes: "Fellow Daoist, your strategy is far-sighted. Using the Gate of the Underworld as a springboard, you can project your power there undetected, avoiding the exposure of the God Realm's true form while acting covertly and reaping the benefits. When the time is right, you can then use overwhelming force to bring Douluo and the Abyss into the cycle of reincarnation together!" His tone was calm, yet it contained his approval of Harosa's plan and his peaceful acceptance of that grand goal.

Harosa nodded slightly and said nothing more. He closed his eyes again, and his vast divine sense, like a sophisticated navigator, guided the enormous ark of bones in the Realm of Rebirth towards its predetermined coordinates, tracing an invisible path in the silent depths of space, steadfastly and secretly heading towards its prey.