Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 159 Cultivating another life core, Yali?

After Harosa finished doing all this, he turned his gaze to Ilex, who was sitting cross-legged and absorbing the essence of the divine realm to recover. His voice was solemn and unquestionable: "Old Ilex, you also stay in this temple. Try to sense this energy, especially the primordial energy contained within it. If you can gain some insight, it will be beneficial to stabilizing and advancing towards the divine realm."

Electrolux slowly opened his greyish-white eyes, his deep gaze sweeping over the flowing pale golden mist around him. The strange, ancient charm of the mist brought a touch of emotion to his withered face.

He nodded slightly, saying nothing more, which was considered an agreement. He understood that Harosa was taking this so seriously, the value of this "Primordial Breath" probably far exceeded his expectations.

However, as Harosa looked at the "Primordial Breath" that permeated the temple and was constantly being touched and analyzed by his and Elex's divine senses, his brows furrowed slightly.

He clearly felt that every deep exploration of his divine sense, every attempt to comprehend that ancient charm, was consuming the most core and precious "spirituality" of this energy.

Just like using flames to study the structure of ice crystals, although the ice crystals themselves do not completely disappear, their unique "cold" essence is "contaminated," assimilated, and eventually dissipates upon contact.

This is not a simple consumption of energy, but rather the unique charm of the "Primordial Breath," which contains the imprint of the ancient will of the plane, is being irreversibly "worn away" by the process of enlightenment!

Use a little, less of it!

"Troublesome," Harosa thought to himself, his eyes flashing. "This 'Primordial Breath' is formed from the life cores of the Douluo Plane over hundreds of millions of years. Like a rare ancient jade, it cannot withstand repeated carving and comprehension. How easy is it to obtain it again?"

The life core of the Douluo Continent? Ah Yin?

In an instant, Harosa's mind flashed the pitiful image of the woman in the blue dress being reduced to her original form and transformed into a dim seed.

Devouring Ah Yin was already incredibly difficult, almost triggering a backlash from the core of the plane (Ah Yin was already deeply bound to the life core of the Douluo plane at this time, and was about to take its place, so harming Ah Yin would naturally cause a backlash), and it also provoked that mad dog Tang Hao.

To think you can find another ready-made "A-Gin" to devour? That's nothing short of a pipe dream.

Why must it be devoured?

A near-mad, yet incredibly alluring thought flashed through Harosa's mind like lightning!

"If you, Tang San, can do something like training Ah Yin to steal the core of a plane, why can't I, Harosa, do the same?"

Harosa's lips curled into a cold, ambitious smile, his eyes gleaming with an all-encompassing light. "If you can devour, why can't you—cultivate?"

To cultivate a "life core" that belongs to him, Harosa! A being that can communicate with and even nurture the "Primordial Breath"!

As soon as the thought arose, a figure instantly and clearly appeared in the depths of his consciousness—Yali!

The woman he imprisoned deep within the realm of the gods of rebirth, keeping her like a beautiful vase.

The possessor of the Prayer Angel Martial Soul has an innate and extremely high affinity with life energy. Although she is far less fortunate than Ah Yin, who was directly transformed into a darling of the plane, she has the potential to become a "vessel" and a "bridge"!

More importantly, she was readily available! She was right under his control!

With a thought racing through his mind, Harosa no longer hesitated. He maintained the restraint on the life energy within the temple and the suppression of the Golden Dragon Spear, and a wisp of his powerful divine sense, like an invisible tentacle, instantly crossed the spatial barrier of the divine realm's central hub and descended into the cold, sturdy metal villa where Yali resided.

Inside the metal villa, the light was constant and pale, and the air was filled with an unchanging, cold atmosphere.

Yali remained seated in the cold metal chair, her posture almost identical to when Harosa had left. She wore a plain white dress, her long, golden hair flowing freely, her exquisite face like a perfect sculpture, her eyes staring blankly at the cold metal wall before her, like a soulless doll. Only the slight rise and fall of her chest proved she was still alive, albeit in disguise.

Harosa's divine sense illusory image silently coalesced beside her. He "watched" with great interest Yali's perfectly feigned numbness, his divine sense keenly capturing the complex and wary mental fluctuations surging beneath her calm exterior, like an undercurrent.

"Heh." Harosa's illusory divine sense chuckled softly, breaking the deathly silence.

The voice resounded directly in Ya Li's mind, carrying an all-knowing mockery: "Your Holiness, after acting for so many years—aren't you tired? Stop pretending."

Yali's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a fraction of a second, but her empty eyes and numb expression remained unchanged, as if the voice were just an illusion.

A hint of impatience and wicked amusement flashed in the eyes of Harosa's illusory divine sense.

Without further ado, he slowly raised his phantom-like right hand, with an extremely aggressive posture, and went straight for Yali's round and perky buttocks, which were covered by a plain white dress!

The gesture was frivolous yet utterly insulting!

"what!"

Just as the phantom hand was about to touch her, Yali sprang up from her chair as if branded with a hot iron! The color drained from her beautiful face instantly, replaced by uncontrollable panic and a deep-seated repulsion!

She instinctively put her hands behind her back, pressing her body tightly against the cold metal wall, her voice trembling violently and filled with sharp fear: "Don't touch me! Get away!"

In an instant, the numb pretense she had maintained for who knows how long was completely shattered! Her genuine fear and disgust, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, were laid bare.

Harosa's illusory divine sense hovered in mid-air, observing Yali's startled, deer-like appearance. Far from being angry, he let out a low, pleasant laugh. He leisurely withdrew his hand, the illusory figure standing in mid-air with its arms crossed, its eyes filled with a playful scrutiny.

Yali was still in shock, breathing heavily, her chest heaving. When she realized that Harosa was just a mind phantom without a physical form, unable to truly touch her, the panic in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by shame and indignation at being mocked and a long-suppressed rage!

"Harosa! You despicable and shameless demon!" Yali's voice no longer trembled, but instead carried a resolute and furious determination. "Is it fun to toy with me like this?!"

Before she finished speaking, a pure and powerful holy light suddenly erupted from her body! The phantom of the Prayer Angel Martial Soul appeared and disappeared behind her, its warm and holy life aura clashing with the cold metallic space!

She thrust both hands forward with a sudden burst, and a condensed wave of holy light energy, imbued with a powerful purifying will, slammed into Harosa's illusory divine consciousness like an angry arrow!

This attack would have been like a gentle breeze to Harosa's true form at its peak. But now, facing this attack composed of pure Holy Spirit attribute life energy, Harosa's wisp of divine consciousness felt a sense of novelty?

"Oh, do you mean we need some underhanded methods, like?"

Harosa's gaze fell on a part that formed an inverted triangle.

hum!

The wave of holy light energy pierced through Harosa's illusory divine sense without any hindrance, struck the metal wall behind it, and disappeared after leaving a faint trace of light. The illusory figure remained completely unharmed.

Harosa didn't even adopt any defensive stance. He simply "felt" with great interest the unique tactile sensation of the holy light energy wave passing through his illusory image—warm, pure, and carrying a soothing and purifying power like a gentle spring breeze.

His gaze involuntarily followed the curves of Yali's body, which undulated slightly with anger and exertion, and finally landed on the two rounded peaks that were tightly wrapped in a plain white dress, outlining a breathtaking and full curve.

Sensing the rich life force contained within the holy light energy, and looking at this impressive asset, Harosa's illusory divine sense subconsciously nodded, uttering a playful sigh of admiration in a tone as if assessing the value of an item:

"Hmm—as expected of the Prayer Angel Martial Soul, this milk—is plentiful and of high quality. Excellent milk."

boom!

Yali's cheeks instantly burned like fire! Her face turned red all the way from her ears to her neck! The feeling of utter shame and indignation was a hundred times worse than when she had been "molested" by the phantom! She felt as if her entire being was being set ablaze by this naked humiliation!

"You! Vulgar! Shameless!!" Yali trembled with rage, her voice distorted. No longer caring about reason or pretense, she unleashed her power, her Holy Spirit attribute soul force pouring outwards with reckless abandon! Beams of even more condensed and blazing holy light purification rained down on Harosa's phantom divine consciousness like a torrential downpour!

Bang bang bang!

The beams of light continuously passed through the phantoms, leaving patches of light on the metal wall. Harosa's phantom of divine consciousness strolled leisurely through the rain of beams like an illusion, completely unharmed.

He admired Yali's rare, vibrant, angry demeanor—her cheeks flushed with shame and indignation, her chest heaving violently from the outburst of her power, her eyes burning with rage as if they wanted to incinerate him. This was far more interesting than her previous lifeless, puppet-like appearance.

Good nanny.

However, all playfulness must come to an end. Harosa has come with serious business.

"Alright, have you had enough?" Harosa's illusory voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Just as Yali was about to launch her next attack, Harosa's phantom moved! Swift as a ghost! Giving Yali absolutely no time to react!

A phantom flashed, already close to Ya Li! A massive hand, composed of pure divine energy yet incredibly solid, gripped Ya Li's slender wrists like an iron clamp! A tremendous force surged through her, and Ya Li felt a sharp pain in her wrists as her condensed soul power instantly dissipated!

boom!

Harosa's illusory divine sense showed no mercy, grabbing Yali's wrist and spun her around, slamming her against the cold metal wall! The violent impact of her back against the hard metal made Yali groan in pain.

"uh-huh--"

The two were almost touching. Harosa's divine image looked down from above, his eyes, formed from the power of reincarnation, were as deep as black holes that devoured everything, and they were firmly locked onto Yali's eyes, which were slightly red with shock, anger and pain.

An indescribable majesty, seemingly originating from an absolute suppression of life levels, swept over Yali instantly through her divine senses like a cold tide!

Her struggling movements abruptly froze, as if all her anger and shame had been frozen in time. A surge of emotion, originating from the depths of her soul...

The irresistible chill made her feel icy cold all over.

However, amidst this extreme fear and oppression, when her gaze was forced to meet Harosa's eyes, which seemed to contain endless reincarnation, icy yet strangely alluring, an extremely eerie feeling welled up in her heart.

The mockery, flippancy, and pure malice in her eyes were gone. In their place was a deep, focused gaze, as if it could see right through her disguise and vulnerability.

Under this focused concentration, deep within the cold meaning of reincarnation, Yali absurdly felt an indescribable sense of security as solid as a rock.

The feeling came abruptly and absurdly, yet like a stone thrown into stagnant water, it miraculously calmed Yali's violently fluctuating emotions.

Those eyes, imbued with the principles of reincarnation, seemed to possess a certain allure, drawing one into a tranquil gaze.

She stopped struggling in vain, and just breathed heavily, looking at the eerie and majestic face made of divine thought so close to her.

Harosa's illusory divine sense took in every subtle change in Yali. He moved closer, his aura almost brushing against Yali's smooth forehead, his voice deep and seductive, like a devil's whisper, striking directly into the depths of her soul:

"Yari—do you want to leave here?"

He paused slightly, then emphasized his words, each one like a heavy hammer blow to Yali's heart:

"Do you want to return to the Douluo Continent?"

Ya Li's pupils contracted sharply the moment she heard the words "Douluo Plane"! Like stagnant water being thrown with a boulder, creating towering waves!

The Douluo Continent! She dreams of going back there; everything she longs for is there.