Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 161 Conditions

Inside the temple, a pale golden mist, swirling with the primordial breath, flowed slowly. Harosa's illusory divine sense gazed at Yali's golden eyes, burning with resolute flames, and heard her resolute "agreement," a smile of absolute control curving his lips.

"Very well." His voice was deep and carried an undeniable authority. "Since you have accepted this responsibility, I will state my conditions."

He raised a finger made of divine thought:

"Firstly, once you successfully merge with the life essence of the Douluo plane and become the new core, you will need to periodically and in batches send a portion of pure life energy to the God Realm. This energy must originate from yourself and contain that unique primordial breath. It must not be mixed with even a trace of the impure essence of the plane."

He paused, noticing Yali's slightly furrowed brows, and continued:

"Of course, I won't let you make a losing deal. In exchange, I will bestow upon you an equal amount of pure essence of reincarnation. As for whether you can absorb and transform it, and how much you benefit from it, that is up to your own ability." His words carried a hint of amusement, as if to say: The opportunity is yours; whether you seize it or not depends on your fate.

Whether what Harosa said was his true intention is unknown.

Yali lowered her head, her exquisite profile appearing serene and focused in the pale golden light. Her mind was racing, weighing the pros and cons.

Life energy containing the primordial breath—exchanging it for a higher source of reincarnation? An equal exchange? It sounds like—it doesn't seem like a bad deal.

Perhaps, if I could comprehend the origin of reincarnation, it would be an opportunity? This demon, though seemingly domineering, doesn't offer particularly harsh conditions—

More importantly—he mentioned "his own" energy. This means that transferring energy will not directly damage the foundation of the Douluo plane, as long as I am strong enough to continuously draw and transform pure life force from the plane's origin.

Harosa raised his second finger:

"Secondly. The Douluo plane has long been hollowed out by that good-for-nothing Tang Hao, its origin is exhausted, its laws are broken, and it is simply incapable of bearing the birth of new gods! You must know this better than anyone else." He glanced meaningfully at Ya Li's aura, which was infinitely close to godhood but could never break through the bottleneck.

They lacked the opportunity and ambition to become gods.

"Therefore," Harosa's voice carried an undeniable resolve, "when your own realm truly touches the threshold of godhood, and you are about to ignite the divine fire and trigger celestial phenomena, you must immediately return to the Realm of Rebirth! Here, you must create your own godhood through your own path! The Douluo Continent is definitely not the place for you to become a god!"

Yali's heart skipped a beat!

Create your own divine position!

This condition, far from being a shackle, was like a thunderbolt that cleaved through a long-standing fog in her heart! Of course, she knew that it was impossible to become a god in the Douluo Continent! This was the ultimate constraint that had plagued all Limit Douluos on the continent! Even someone as powerful as her brother Yun Ming could only remain trapped at the half-step godhood realm!

She knew that Brother Yunming had gone into seclusion that time in order to break through to that realm.

Harosa's conditions essentially pointed her to a path to the heavens! A path within the realm of the dead, where she could break free from the constraints of the plane and truly step into the realm of gods!

Return here and create your own divine position—

Yali's heart raced uncontrollably, and an indescribable longing grew deep within her soul.

If I could become a god—a true god—then rebelling against him—breaking free from the fate of being a pawn—would no longer be a pipe dream!

The immense temptation, like a sweet poison, almost suffocated her. Two conditions—one seemingly an equal exchange, the other a smooth path to godhood—it all seemed like Harossa was offering her a benefit.

Yali forced herself to calm down. Something was definitely amiss! This demon was no benevolent being! He must have a deeper scheme! Perhaps he wanted to exploit her power after she became a god? Or perhaps the life energy he was transferring was crucial to him?

But regardless, the opportunity before her is her only hope to break free from her cage, return to Douluo Continent, and perhaps even reach the God Realm! The risks are enormous, but the rewards are enough to make her risk everything!

Yali took a deep breath, suppressing her turbulent emotions, and raised her head. Her golden eyes held only calm deliberation and a barely perceptible resolve. She clearly uttered two words:

"Can."

Harosa nodded in satisfaction, a smile of complete control spreading across the face of his illusory divine consciousness. He admired the complex expression on Yali's face, a mixture of wariness, longing, and eventual compromise.

Yali felt the divine arm around her waist still binding her, and a slight blush of offense rose on her cheeks again. Her voice, tinged with embarrassment and feigned composure, said, "I've agreed to your conditions. Now—let me go!"

"Heh." Harosa chuckled, and the divine arm that had been wrapped around Yali's waist vanished like smoke.

Suddenly losing her support, Yali's already somewhat unsteady body, due to her agitated state of mind, immediately lost its balance! She cried out in surprise, her body uncontrollably leaning forward, her knees buckling, and she knelt on the ground with a "thud"!

Instinctively, she wanted to straighten her back and maintain her last shred of dignity. However, just as she hastily raised her head and tried to steady herself, Harossa's illusory divine thought was "standing" right in front of her! From the height she was kneeling, her gaze was directly at the blurry yet clearly defined waist and hip area of ​​the illusory figure, outlined by divine thought!

Yali's cheeks instantly burned! An overwhelming sense of shame left her mind blank!

What made her even more ashamed and indignant was that Harosa's illusory divine sense seemed to have some extremely wicked sense of humor, and deliberately and extremely slowly "push" its hips forward!

The illusory outline of the hips, carrying an invisible sense of oppression, "crashed" towards Yali's face!

"Ah!" Yali let out a short scream, instinctively closing her eyes and leaning her body backward as if desperately trying to stay upright!

The illusory image of divine thought could not truly touch her; it passed through her panicked face like a phantom.

But the intense feeling of being humiliated and mocked was even more unbearable than the actual touch! It was as if her soul had been branded! She scrambled back several steps until her back slammed heavily against the cold metal wall, then stopped, panting heavily. Her golden eyes were filled with tears of humiliation and raging anger as she stared intently at the phantom that seemed to be silently mocking her!

"Despicable! Shameless!" Yali squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

Harosa's illusory divine sense watched her disheveled and humiliated appearance with a leisurely air, as if enjoying an interesting drama.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a cold warning:

"Don't think that returning to the Douluo Continent will allow you to escape my control and give rise to any improper thoughts. Remember, your soul, your life, and everything you care about—are all within my grasp."

He leaned down slightly, his illusory face close to Yali's face, which was flushed with anger, and his voice was like a devil's whisper:

"If you dare to disobey me or harbor disloyal intentions, I will not hesitate to personally come to the skies above Shrek City and turn that Sky-Supporting Douluo Yun Ming and his proud Sea God Pavilion, along with that golden ancient tree, into cosmic dust. I mean what I say."

"You!" Ya Li felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave! All her shame and anger were replaced by immense fear! She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms! Yunming Shrek Academy was the softest, and also the last, line of defense in her heart!

Looking into Harosa's cold, merciless eyes, eyes that seemed to freeze souls, all of Yali's anger and resistance deflated like a punctured balloon. A deep sense of powerlessness and desolation welled up inside her. She lowered her head dejectedly, her voice hoarse with resignation and a barely perceptible tremor:

"Don't worry. I—I will do as you ask."

After a moment of silence, Ya Li seemed to remember something and raised her head with a faint hope: "Can I visit Shrek Academy after I return to the Douluo Continent?" Her eyes were like those of a fledgling bird longing to return to its nest, filled with yearning for its homeland.

Harosa's wicked smile widened instantly, like a venomous snake baring its fangs after catching its prey:

"Look? Of course you can." His voice suddenly turned cold and malicious. "But—Yali, you'd better pray that no one discovers your whereabouts."

He paused deliberately, savoring the fear rising in Yali's eyes, each word like a poisoned ice pick, piercing her heart:

"Otherwise—guess what would happen if the entire Douluo Continent knew how their pure and innocent Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li was being pampered and wantonly ridden by me in this Rebirth God Realm—wouldn't that be quite interesting? Would your brother Yun Ming still have the face to live in this world?"

"boom!"

Yali felt as if something had exploded in her mind! All the blood rushed to her head! Extreme shame and indignation...

Fear and immense humiliation overwhelmed her instantly! Almost without thinking, she retorted in a shrill, tearful voice:

"It was clearly only for that short period of time! You—you're lying!"

The moment the words left her mouth, Yali froze completely! What—what had she said?! Wasn't this tantamount to—a tacit admission?! Overwhelmed by shame and remorse, she felt like a tsunami was about to engulf her! She wished she could disappear into the ground!

Her entire face, including her neck and ears, was as red as if it were dripping blood. She lowered her head tightly, her long golden hair slipping down and covering her face, which was filled with shame. Her body was trembling violently due to extreme emotions.

Harosa's illusory divine consciousness emitted a low, joyful laugh, which sounded like the demonic sounds of hell to Yali.

He extended a finger (in a phantom form), lightly lifting a stray strand of Yali's blonde hair, his voice filled with mockery and absolute control:

"Oh? That period of time? Madam, it seems you remember it very clearly—did it taste good? Well then, for the sake of your brother Yunming's reputation, and for the sake of Shrek Academy's pitiful reputation—you should know what to do, right?"

He leaned close to Yali's ear and whispered in a divine voice that only she could "hear," like a compassionate murmur, yet carrying the coldest threat:

"Madam—you wouldn't want your deeds to be the talk of the entire continent, would you?"

"Ugh—" Yali let out a suppressed sob. All her pride and dignity were utterly crushed at that moment.

She felt like a piece of merchandise, completely stripped bare and left to be judged. Her spirit seemed to have been drained, even her soul was weeping. "I'm not a good wife—Brother Yunming—I'm sorry—I'm so sorry." Overwhelmed by immense sorrow and despair, she collapsed. Her shoulders slumped, her voice barely a whisper, carrying a numbness and resignation born of utter defeat.

"—I've agreed to all of these. Now—let me go back to Douluo Continent."

Looking at Yali's distraught, puppet-like state, Harosa felt an unprecedented surge of twisted desire for control. He relished the feeling of utterly dragging down the pedestal of her lofty sanctity and plunging her into the mud.

For some people, morality has no binding force, but for others, morality is the most secure rope, still tied around their necks.

"As you wish."

Harosa's illusory divine consciousness snapped its fingers gracefully.

hum!

A deep, ancient portal, exuding an aura of endless death and reincarnation—the Gate of the Underworld—silently opened beside Yali! Behind the portal lay rolling darkness, as if leading to an unknown abyss, or perhaps to the homeland she longed for day and night.

At the same time, a skull figurine with cold, rough, and antique-looking features appeared out of thin air in Yali's outstretched hand.

Yali felt the weight in her palm and the strange touch, and looked down blankly.

The skull's empty eye sockets and gaping mouth bore a striking resemblance to Harosa's eerie face! An indescribable resentment and anger surged into her heart instantly! Almost instinctively, she gripped the skull figurine in her hand with all her might! Her knuckles turned white from the excessive force, as if she wanted to crush this symbol of the "culprit"!

Harosa's illusory divine sense seemed to see through her little trick, and nonchalantly pointed to the deep portal:

"Take this and go through this door, and you will be able to return to the Douluo Continent. However, your landing point is random; it may be in the deep mountains and forests, or it may be in the bustling city streets—but with your peak Quasi-God strength, you shouldn't fall to your death."

Yali took a deep breath, forcing herself to stop looking at the nauseating phantom. She gripped the uncomfortable skull figurine tightly, as if holding a red-hot iron.

Bypassing Harosa's illusory divine presence, she walked step by step, with unwavering resolve yet carrying an indescribable heaviness, toward the gates of the underworld, churning with darkness.

The door is right in front of us.

Behind the door lies the Douluo Continent she so desperately desires, the freedom she yearns for, but it could also be the beginning of another, deeper, more hopeless prison. Excited? Perhaps.

But more than anything, there was a heavy sense of bewilderment, a feeling of hopelessness, and a deep-seated weariness. Joy? It had long been crushed by endless humiliation and heavy shackles.

She didn't turn back. Her long golden hair fluttered slightly in the invisible air currents. Finally, clutching the cold skull figurine tightly, she resolutely disappeared into the deep darkness of the Gate of the Underworld.

Inside the metal villa, only Harosa's illusory divine thought remained. He gazed in the direction where Yali had disappeared, a cold, meaningful smile slowly curving his lips, as if he had everything under control.

The smile lasted for a moment, then vanished slowly into the cold air like smoke.

In the realm of the gods, this continent of bones floating in the deep sky seemed to fall into a strange silence after the transaction was completed and Yali left.

At the heart of the temple, the light mist of the Primordial Breath flowed slowly; faint roars of divine fire echoed from Yuan Feng's secluded forging room; the faint light of soul tools flickered in Deng Fengqiao's laboratory; and Ilex closed his eyes in the light mist, comprehending everything, like a lurking beast, accumulating power in silence, waiting for the next storm to arrive.

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