Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 157 The Ancient Essence of Life, the Primordial Breath

The realm of the gods, a world resembling a continent of bones, floats silently in the deep space.

In the core area of ​​the divine realm, space silently distorted, the gates of the underworld opened, and Harosa and Elex staggered out.

The five-character battle armor on Harosa's body, bearing the inscription "Reincarnation Underworld Abyss," had lost much of its luster, and several tiny dents and scorch marks could even be seen on its surface—marks left from the hard impact with Tang Hao's exploding ring hammer.

A faint, almost imperceptible aura of decay circulated within his body, indicating that his internal organs had also suffered some shock.

"Mad Dog Tang Hao, you're addicted to exploding rings, aren't you? This time, without Ah Yin to back you up, let's see how long you can keep jumping around!"

However, his face showed no sign of dejection; instead, it radiated an almost fanatical excitement!

Those deep eyes shone with an astonishing light as they stared intently at the golden dragon spear gripped tightly in his left hand, as if it were not a weapon, but the most precious treasure in the world!

Electrox steadied himself, his grey mage robes stained with traces of being torn apart by spatial turbulence, and his aura was somewhat disordered.

Looking at Harosa's excited expression as if he had "found a treasure," and sensing the not-so-serious but real injuries in the other's body, a hint of suspicion appeared on his withered face, and he couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist?"

Are you alright?

He seriously wondered if Harosa's brain had been damaged by Tang Hao's hammer blows, or if he had suffered internal injuries from the pressure of the plane. Why did he look like he was possessed?

Harosa seemed not to hear Elex's question. His entire attention was focused on the golden dragon spear in his hand.

Divine senses, like the most precise probe, carefully penetrated deep into the gun barrel, meticulously sensing and analyzing the vast life energy that had just been swallowed up—energy belonging to Ah Yin, or more precisely, the energy belonging to the core of the life origin of the Douluo plane!

This energy was undeniably pure and vast. But what truly made Harosa's heart race and his soul tremble was a unique "charm" hidden deep within this immense energy, like an ancient imprint!

It is different from the chaotic and distorted destructive aura of the Demon Realm, and also quite different from the greedy and filthy devouring will of the Abyss Realm, and even more so from the reincarnation law of the God Realm that leans towards death and rebirth.

It is a kind of profound and serene feeling that is hard to describe! Like the rings of time carved on a rock over millions of years, like the vitality accumulated in the silence of an ancient forest, like the rhythm hidden in the tides of a vast ocean—ancient, weathered, yet full of tenacious and unyielding life resilience.

It seems to carry all the life imprints and fundamental rules that have been accumulated in the Douluo plane since its birth, through countless eras and the rise and fall of countless civilizations!

Harosa named it "The Breath of the Primordial"!

This charm is the result of the sedimentation of time and the manifestation of the plane's essence! It is something that any plane that grows rapidly by plundering and devouring can never possess!

Even though Harosa painstakingly built the Realm of Rebirth, despite its solid foundation, it was ultimately "young" and lacked the deep-rooted stability and resilience that comes with the passage of time!

Harosa instantly understood!

If the divine realm could comprehend, integrate with, or even nurture a trace of such "primordial breath"—then the foundation of the divine realm would become more stable than ever before!

Like a rock firmly rooted in the sea of ​​stars! Its ability to resist spatial turbulence, the impact of laws, and even attacks from god-kings will increase exponentially! More importantly, this "Primordial Breath" is itself a prototype of an ancient law close to the origin of the universe. Once integrated into the reincarnation system of the Rebirth God Realm, it will inevitably give rise to a brand new and even more powerful branch of law! Its value far exceeds that of the Devouring Abyss Plane!

However, amidst the excitement, a thorny problem arose.

The Golden Dragon Spear, though a great artifact, has a core law that leans more towards devouring and destruction. Its nature is unruly and difficult to tame, and its identification with Harossa is far less absolute than that of its natal artifact, the Underworld Chant.

Harosa had no absolute control over the massive amount of energy being absorbed by the spear! He could only suppress the Golden Dragon Spear's instincts and slow down its transformation process, but he could not extract the life energy containing the "Primordial Breath" intact as easily as he could his own arm!

Time is passing! The Golden Dragon Spear's instincts, like a ravenous feast, are constantly digesting and transforming this energy, assimilating it into a power more suited to its destructive nature. Once the transformation is complete, that unique "Primordial Breath" will inevitably be completely consumed! What a waste!

"Hmph, trying to eat it all by yourself? Did you ask me first?" A cold glint flashed in Harosa's eyes, and he didn't hesitate at all.

He suddenly raised his right hand! The sword of the Underworld Chant, which gradually changed from ink black to moon white, instantly burst out with a deep, eerie light. At the tip of the sword, a miniature gray-white vortex, which exuded endless devouring and rotating power, suddenly formed and emitted a low hum!

Without the slightest flourish! Harosa held the sword in his right hand, the tip of which swirled with gray-white energy, and precisely struck the tip of the golden dragon spear held tightly in his left hand!

Buzz—! ! !

Two powerful weapons, a spear and a sword, clashed fiercely at their tips!

An invisible, terrifying energy surge, powerful enough to tear apart divine metal, erupted at the point of contact between the two artifacts!

The grayish-white power of reincarnation and the brilliant golden power of destruction clashed, strangled, and annihilated each other!

Harosa's arms tensed instantly, the muscles in his arms covered by the battle armor groaning under the strain! He stood rooted to the spot like a pillar of strength, his five-word battle armor flashing wildly as he suppressed the two opposing devouring powers of the same origin, preventing them from going out of control and destroying this hard-won "treasure"!

This was not an attack, but a perilous struggle and plunder taking place inside the artifact.

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Harosa's divine sense, like that of a supreme commander, drove the gray-white vortex at the tip of the Netherworld Chant Sword! This vortex, carrying Harosa's absolute will and the power of a higher law of reincarnation, was like the most greedy suction cup, tightly "biting" the torrent of life energy surging within the tip of the Golden Dragon Spear, which had not yet been fully transformed!

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

Visibly, strands of pure life essence, radiating a pale golden hue and rich "primordial breath," were forcibly pulled from the tip of the Golden Dragon Spear, and then greedily swallowed by the gray-white vortex at the tip of the Underworld Chant Sword!

This process is extremely difficult and full of losses!

Like a ferocious beast enraged, the Golden Dragon Spear trembled violently, emitting a defiant dragon's roar! Brilliant golden light flashed wildly as it desperately resisted the extraction by the Netherworld Chant, instinctively accelerating the conversion of energy within its body!

Countless tiny, pure fragments of life energy were torn apart, annihilated, and transformed into pure energy turbulence during the resistance, unable to be absorbed by either side.

At the same time, a considerable portion of life energy deeply embedded in the core of the Golden Dragon Spear, which had already begun to be tainted with the characteristics of destruction, remained unmoved, like maggots clinging to a bone, no matter how much the underworld chanted to increase the suction force, and was firmly controlled by the spear spirit.

Harosa's face was grim, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He could clearly sense that those precious "Primordial Breath" were being depleted, wasted, and even forcibly intercepted by the Golden Dragon Spear in the battle. But his eyes did not waver in the slightest, only showing cold focus and a resolute determination born of a hint of heartache!

"Suck it out for me!" he roared inwardly, pouring his Samsara divine power into the Netherworld Chant without reservation!

The gray-white vortex at the tip of the sword spun rapidly, and the suction force surged!

More pale golden life essence, mixed with the intoxicating ancient "Primordial Breath," flowed like a trickle into a river, being forcibly drawn out of the Golden Dragon Spear and temporarily sealed into the vortex of reincarnation in the underworld.

Although the process was extremely costly and inefficient, Harosa didn't care! As long as a portion of the core "Primordial Breath" could be preserved, it would be a tremendous victory! Some losses were merely a necessary price to pay!

Electrolux watched silently from the side. The initial suspicion in his eyes had long since vanished, replaced by deep solemnity and a hint of understanding.

Although he didn't fully understand the specific reasons why Harosa was so desperately drawing out that life energy, he keenly sensed its extraordinary value from Harosa's almost obsessive focus and the unique, ancient, and profound life essence emanating from the confrontation between the two artifacts.

Seeing that Harosa was completely focused and had no time to spare, and that his energy was constantly being depleted in the battle, Elex said nothing more. He silently sat down cross-legged, his grey mage robes fluttering without wind.

His withered hands formed an arcane magic seal on his knees, and a faint grayish-white aura began to emanate from his body. The dense death essence and reincarnation aura of the divine realm's central hub seemed to be drawn to him, slowly converging towards him to help him recover from the exhaustion of the previous battle and the maintenance of the magic array.

His gaze occasionally swept over the center of Harosa's struggle with the two artifacts, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Inside the temple, a barrier constructed of gray-white reincarnation divine power, like a giant cocoon, tightly enveloped the entire space.

Within it, the pale golden life energy containing the ancient "primordial breath" is like a living mist, slowly flowing and spreading under the restraint of divine power, exuding a unique charm as heavy as the earth and as long as the years.

Being there, one can almost hear the whispers of billions of beings in the Douluo Continent and feel the pulse of time flowing through the river of history.