Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 151 The Beginning of the Return, Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai

In the frigid depths of space, the realm of the gods, like a lurking behemoth, hovers in the boundless darkness. Harosa and Elex stand at the edge of this realm, their tiny figures appearing like dust against the backdrop of its immense size.

At the edge of the field of vision, in the void of that locked area, the massive, distorted energy aggregate of the Abyss Plane, exuding an aura of endless greed and decay, was clearly visible, like a pulsating dark purple tumor on the body of the universe.

Its greedy tentacles slowly writhed in the void, devouring the sparse matter and energy, emanating a decadent aura that made even the soul feel sticky and chilled.

Further away, beyond that unsettling dark purple, the outline of a massive physical plane, radiating a gentle, stable, and vast aura of life, is set against the backdrop of the starry sea like a deep blue sapphire—the Douluo Plane!

It is like a magnificent planet that nurtures countless lives. Its "weight" and "realness" are far more easily captured and locked by Harosa's powerful divine sense than the energy-state "bubble" of the Abyss Plane.

Although the distance was extremely far, the connection between Harosa's soul and the "anchor points" left in the Douluo plane was like a clear lighthouse in the darkness, pointing the way.

"The Abyss lies ahead, Douluo follows behind." Harosa's voice transmitted through divine sense, cold and precise, like marking coordinates on a star map. "In order not to alert the snake and scare it away to the God Realm, we will anchor here."

Electrox nodded slightly, his grey-white mage robes remaining perfectly still in the invisible cosmic winds. His deep gaze swept across the Abyss Plane: "This distance is just right. Fellow Daoist, use the Gate of the Underworld as your anchor point. You can attack or retreat as needed. Just proceed according to your plan."

With a slight thought, Harosa caused the vast Realm of Rebirth to cease its drifting and hover stably in the cold void. This position was the limit of his ability to clearly sense the existence of the Abyss Plane while ensuring he remained undetected.

He had absolute confidence in his control over his divine sense; the so-called "Holy Ruler" of that abyss plane could never possibly detect the spying from this distant deep space. The Realm of Rebirth was like a giant cosmic tombstone, silently lying in wait for the moment to strike with lightning speed.

Then, Harosa slowly raised his right hand, which was covered by the battle armor bearing the five characters "Reincarnation Abyss". In his palm, a divine power of reincarnation, which was perfectly blended with ink black and crescent white and exuded the supreme meaning of the cycle of life and death, slowly condensed.

His gaze was focused, and his powerful will forcefully intervened, guiding this pure divine power to begin a reverse transformation!

As if time were reversed, the profound meaning of reincarnation was stripped away and suppressed, and the luster of ink black and moon white gradually dimmed.

The turbid energy eventually transformed into a churning mass of grayish-brown energy—pure, deathly divine power imbued with the essence of rebirth, mixed with a trace of the unique aura of the "anchor points" he left in the Douluo plane, which Haros had deliberately preserved!

This degenerated divine power churned and flickered restlessly in Harosa's palm, like a ferocious beast imprisoned, or a beacon desperately flashing in the darkness, seeking a response.

It is calling! Calling to the "eyes" that are scattered throughout the Douluo plane and share the same origin as it!

In the Douluo Continent, near the East Sea City, on the top floor of a luxury cruise ship named "Azure Pearl," in a private observation deck...

Outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, the vast sea and sky merge into one, the afterglow of the setting sun painting the sea a molten gold. The interior is luxuriously furnished, with expensive soul beast fur carpets and crystal chandeliers reflecting soft light.

However, the atmosphere was completely at odds with the beautiful scenery and luxury; it was cold and oppressive.

Leng Yaozhu wore a sharply tailored deep red business suit that accentuated her still-proud figure, but could not hide the deep weariness between her brows.

She sat on the comfortable sofa, unconsciously stroking a smooth object in her hand (a skull figurine hidden in her sleeve), her gaze complex as she looked at the woman in black opposite her, who shared similar features but possessed a completely different aura.

Her younger sister, Leng Yulai.

"Why are you here this time?"

Leng Yulai, dressed in a tight black leather outfit that accentuated her stunningly sexy figure, resembled a thorny rose in the dark. She leaned languidly against another sofa, her legs crossed, her fingertips twirling a black dagger, her eyes cold and distant, filled with undisguised mockery.

"What?" Leng Yulai's red lips parted slightly, her voice like a knife tempered with ice. "This time, I, the Heavenly King, have come in person. Are you disappointed, Leng Dafu Tower Master? Do you think that only the other three Heavenly Kings of the Holy Spirit Sect are qualified to have tea with you?" She deliberately emphasized the words "Leng Dafu Tower Master," which pierced Leng Yaozhu like a needle.

Leng Yaozhu's temples throbbed at the mention of her name, and a hint of barely suppressed irritation and bitterness flashed across her beautiful face.

Since the incident involving the undead bone seed, the title "Deputy Tower Master Leng" has become almost synonymous with her dereliction of duty within the Spirit Pagoda, with all sorts of troublesome and shady "dirty work" piling up on her shoulders.

She looked at Leng Yulai, her heart filled with mixed feelings. Her original intention was to ask why her sister was taking such a risk, since such a deal with a tiger could lead to utter ruin if she wasn't careful.

"Xiao Lai," Leng Yaozhu's voice carried a barely perceptible hoarseness and weariness, "you know that's not what I meant, I just—"

"Please call me Leng Yulai, or Dark Phoenix King." Leng Yulai interrupted her without any politeness, the dagger twirling deftly between her fingers, flashing with cold light. "Deputy Tower Master Leng, between us, there is only official business."

Leng Yaozhu's remaining words were stuck in her throat. Looking at her sister's cold, aloof gaze, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

She wearily rubbed her temples, completely suppressing any lingering concern in her heart, and her voice returned to the official tone of the Deputy Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda: "Very well, Dark Phoenix Heavenly King. What new requests do His Holiness the Holy Emperor and Demon Emperor have?"

Leng Yulai stopped fiddling with the dagger, leaning forward slightly, her black leather jacket taut at the chest, as if something was about to burst out, exuding a dangerous pressure: "The plan is entering its final stage. The Holy Maiden and His Majesty the Demon Emperor have made their decision; the 'purification' of Shrek City is about to begin. We need the key."

When will the destructive power to slay gods and devour the world be delivered?

Shrek City!

The name, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, stirred ripples in Leng Yaozhu's heart.

She subconsciously recalled Yun Ming, the once illustrious and charismatic Douluo who had captivated her. However, strangely, what welled up in her heart at this moment was not worry or longing, but a sense of indifferent detachment, as if she were looking at a powerful political enemy who was about to be eliminated.

That once passionate and complex emotion has quietly faded away, leaving only a cold assessment and a trace of—a settling of complex thoughts.

Leng Yaozhu didn't know when all these emotional changes in her heart began; it all happened quietly.

"The Federation has made all the arrangements, and all the connections have been established." Leng Yaozhu's voice was calm and even, as if she were discussing an ordinary shipment. "Two level-12 fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells can be retrieved from the War God Temple's secret arsenal at any time and transported to the designated location for handover. The specific time and coordinates will be transmitted via encrypted channel later."

Leng Yulai nodded in satisfaction, picked up the exquisite bone china teacup in front of her, took a sip of the blood-red drink, and her red lips were tinged with an eerie hue: "Very good. Not bad efficiency. Also, the Holy Maiden has one more thing to say: you should dispose of that hot potato of a deadly bone seed as soon as possible and send it to Shrek Academy or Tang Sect. Since we are partners, we can't be the only ones bearing the risks."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yaozhu's face revealed an expression that suggested she had already anticipated it: "The Undead Bone Seed? No need for that. Shortly after you made your request last time, the Tower Master personally ordered its transfer to the Tang Clan headquarters. It should already be in the hands of Cang Xin of the Tang Clan." Her tone was indifferent, as if she were talking about something insignificant.

Mentioning the Undead Bone Seed, Leng Yaozhu's fingertips unconsciously and habitually stroked the skull figurine she always carried with her inside her sleeve. That cool, rough touch always brought her a strange sense of calm when she was agitated.

However, the moment her fingertips touched the skull of the skull figurine, a strange change occurred!

hum! ! !

An indescribable, chilling, and deathly aura, yet carrying a terrifying, supreme summoning intent, suddenly erupted from her sleeve like a volcanic eruption!

A pale gray light instantly pierced through the expensive fabric, illuminating the entire luxurious sea-view hall in a ghastly white light! The air seemed to freeze, groaning under its own weight! The light wasn't blinding, but it carried a chilling and heavy quality that went straight to the soul, as if millions of dead souls were silently howling!

"What?!" Leng Yaozhu's beautiful face instantly lost all color! Her reaction was extremely fast. At the same moment her aura exploded, the soul power of the Quasi-God Limit Douluo level in her body burst out like a flood!

"Phoenix Flame Barrier - Activate!"

boom!

Intense, fiery red phoenix flames erupted from her body! Instantly, they transformed into a massive spherical barrier composed of pure fire runes, completely enveloping the top-floor observation deck of the luxury cruise ship, along with several floors below!

On the surface of the barrier, lifelike phantoms of fire phoenixes and celestial phoenixes swirled, emitting silent shrieks as they desperately suppressed the attack.

It isolates the terrifying, deathly gray aura that tries to break free of its constraints and leak into the outside world!

The entire cruise ship shook violently! As if it had struck an invisible iceberg! Expensive glassware instantly cracked, and crystal chandeliers swayed wildly!

Inside the barrier, two powerful energies, grayish-white and crimson, clashed and annihilated each other, producing a sizzling sound that made one's teeth ache! Leng Yaozhu stood at the center of the storm, her red dress and hair dancing wildly in the raging energy turbulence, her face extremely solemn, her eyes filled with horror and lingering fear!

Leng Yulai had already sprung up the moment the anomaly occurred, retreating to a corner like a startled cheetah. Black mist swirled around her, and the phantom of her Dark Phoenix Martial Soul appeared and disappeared behind her. She stared at Leng Yaozhu with suspicion, and even more so at the source of the terrifying light bursting from her sleeve!