Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 163 Yun Ming and Tang San Meet (Bonus Chapter for Xiao Yu Yu Hui's Donation)

Time slipped away quietly amidst the silence and undercurrents on the surface of Douluo Continent.

The evil spirit masters have vanished. Those undead creatures that clung to life like maggots, constantly causing panic, have also disappeared. The continent seems to have entered a rare period of peace. However, this peace, in the eyes of Yun Ming, the Sea God Pavilion Master of Shrek City, is more suffocating than a raging storm.

He remained seated cross-legged on the massive, gnarled branch of the ancient golden tree, his posture upright, like another monument rooted in the tree. But deep within his unfathomable eyes lay an unyielding solemnity.

"Something's definitely up to no good—" Yun Ming's deep voice was almost carried away by the wind, only he himself could hear the weight of it. "got hurt? Ha—you survived the most intense siege, now you're lying low, only to brew an even more deadly conspiracy."

His gaze swept across the tranquil Poseidon Lake below, and across the brightly lit and bustling Shrek City in the distance. This peace, in his current state of mind, was as fragile as glass, as if it could shatter at the slightest touch.

What unsettled him even more was the ancient golden tree beneath him, a tree that had stood for millennia. Its life force still shone brightly and powerfully, flowing with a warm energy.

However, Yun Ming's blood-related perception keenly detected a very subtle and unsettling "weakness."

It wasn't a decline in strength, but rather a feeling of weakness—like recovering from a serious illness but with a damaged foundation. It was as if it had recently undergone a dramatic "surgery," forcibly removing a fatal "chronic disease." But that "chronic disease" itself had once been part of its vast life system. Its sudden removal caused it to lose a delicate balance, exposing deeper internal damage.

"It's not you who's sick, old friend." Yun Ming's palm gently stroked the rough, warm bark, feeling the barely perceptible stagnation in the vast torrent of life. "It's the entire plane—that's decaying."

He muttered to himself, a profound understanding tinged with a deep sense of powerlessness. At his level, he had already touched that invisible ceiling. It wasn't a lack of talent or insufficient accumulation of knowledge, but rather that the entire Douluo Continent was like a massive, riddled-with-holes ship on the verge of sinking, utterly incapable of bearing the birth of a new god! Its own divine essence was drying up!

A barely audible sigh, like a pebble sinking to the bottom of a lake, dissipated in the wind.

Immediately, Yun Ming's aura changed drastically. The heavy worry was forcibly suppressed, replaced by a majestic presence as steady as a mountain and as profound as the ocean.

He remains the same Sky-Supporting Douluo who commands Shrek Academy and shakes the continent, the Lord of the Sea God Pavilion!

"Pass on the order." The voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the space, carrying an unquestionable will, echoing among the lush branches of the ancient tree.

"Strengthen the overall surveillance level of Shrek City, activate all concealed detection soul tools, and lower the energy fluctuation threshold by one level, especially focusing on spatial fluctuations and death auras!"

"Contact the Tang Sect headquarters and request the Sect Master to personally allocate the core modules of the 'Immovable Barrier' series of defensive soul-guided arrays to prioritize the reinforcement of the core area of ​​Shrek City and the area surrounding Poseidon Lake."

"At the same time, elite squads from the Inner Court will be deployed to the three main satellite cities surrounding Shrek City—Rock, Watch, and Enlightenment—to maintain a 24-hour high-level combat readiness, working in conjunction with the local city defense forces. Personnel will be drawn primarily from the reserve force, and if necessary, some Shrek Inspector privileges will be granted to senior graduates."

A figure appeared without responding, yet someone else responded to his will. A steady, clear voice, imbued with absolute obedience, resonated directly within Yun Ming's consciousness, like a spiritual resonance:

"Yes, Master!"

Once the command was given, silence returned. Only the rustling of the golden ancient leaves and the faint sounds of distant city noise could be heard.

Yun Ming slowly closed his eyes, gathering his powerful mental energy as he attempted to enter deep meditation to sort out his chaotic thoughts and soothe the growing unease.

However, just as his spirit sank into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness and was about to reach that state of emptiness, his consciousness was suddenly drawn by an irresistible and overwhelming force!

It felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, or as if he had been placed into a warm womb. When the intense feeling of weightlessness and spatial dislocation disappeared, Yunming's "consciousness" found himself in a strange space.

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless expanse of azure blue. It is the purest and most profound seawater, so deep it is breathtaking, yet so clear and transparent that you can see right through it.

There were no turbulent waves, no towering storms, only a grand and eternal tranquility.

The sea surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the equally pure and flawless azure sky, where water and sky blend into one color, blurring the boundary.

The whole world seemed to consist only of this docile and vast ocean that had been completely "conquered".

Yun Ming's "consciousness" floated between this strange sea and sky, his heart churning with monstrous waves! His outward calm could not conceal the violent turmoil within.

"What kind of technique is this?!" He was utterly shocked. With his spiritual realm at the half-step divine level, he could already see through illusions and reality, and opening up a spiritual illusion in an instant was not difficult for him.

But at this moment, he realized with absolute clarity that this was no illusion! It was a higher, more essential existence!

His consciousness was forcibly "transferred" from the real world to this unknown space by an absolute force!

The whole process was silent and without warning; he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance!

"A miracle—" A heavy thought surfaced in Yun Ming's mind, carrying an unprecedented solemnity and vigilance.

"Who but a true god could do that? And—no ordinary god!"

Is the other party friend or foe? What is their purpose? Yun Ming's heartstrings tightened to the extreme in an instant.

He forced himself to calm down, his consciousness radiating a steady and wary mental fluctuation, and spoke loudly, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent space:

"May I ask which senior has graced us with their presence? To summon this junior with such extraordinary means, what brings you here? We humbly request that you appear and speak with us!"

His tone was respectful, yet firm and unyielding, showing he was prepared to face any possibility.

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed to have triggered some kind of rule in this space.

About five meters in front of Yunming's consciousness, the calm, mirror-like blue sea surface began to surge without warning.

It's not that giant waves are being created, but rather that the seawater itself is coalescing and shaping! Like a top sculptor creating miracles on an invisible canvas.

The water flow followed a mysterious trajectory, quickly outlining a tall and upright human figure.

First, her firm feet treaded on the sea, stirring up gentle golden ripples; then came her long, powerful legs, encased in a battle skirt that seemed to be carved from the purest aquamarine crystal, radiating a faint, sacred aura.

Above are broad shoulders covered with shoulder armor of the same material, with smooth lines and a sense of power; a deep blue divine robe cloak, adorned with star-like sparkles, moves without wind, fluttering gently behind him, as if bearing the weight of the entire starry sea.

What's most striking is his face. The seawater has solidified into shape, making his features incredibly clear: a sword-like eyebrow that slants upwards to his temples, a high and straight nose, and lips with a resolute yet gentle line.

What is most captivating are those eyes, as if they were set in two of the deepest sapphires, flowing with endless wisdom and compassion for the birth of the universe, the movement of stars, and the vicissitudes of life.

Her gaze was gentle, yet contained an absolute majesty that looked down upon all living beings and controlled everything. Her long, deep blue hair, as lustrous as flowing liquid ocean, cascaded naturally over her shoulders, with the ends seemingly shrouded in fine mist, adding to her ethereal and divine aura.

The seawater materialized, and a lifelike, towering figure, radiating endless light and a vast aura, stood silently before Yunming.

He stood there, as if he were the master of this ocean, the source of life and power, the embodiment of order and justice! The aura of light, majesty, and sacred inviolability that he naturally exuded instantly filled the entire space of consciousness!

(P.S.: In Yunming's opinion, even though it's just padding the word count, it makes me feel disgusted, but it's necessary. People see people differently, and Tang San is a different image in Yunming's eyes than in Harosa's eyes.)

The moment Yun Ming's consciousness saw the figure's face clearly, it was as if struck by lightning!

The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably, almost imperceptibly. It wasn't fear, but an indescribable excitement that originated deep within his blood, a feeling that had been instantly ignited within his soul!

That face—that aura—that quality of majesty and benevolence intertwined with that of a supreme deity—has long been engraved on every inch of Shrek Academy, enshrined in the most sacred place in the Sea God Pavilion, and has permeated his entire life journey from an ignorant boy to a towering Douluo!

"Ancestor?" A trembling, incredulous voice struggled to escape from Yunming's consciousness.

Immediately, that tentative initial attempt was replaced by a surge of excitement, like a volcanic eruption! The voice suddenly rose, filled with unwavering certainty and fervor:

"It's Tang San's ancestor! Lord Sea God!!!"

Yun Ming's consciousness even subconsciously wanted to bow in respect. In front of this supreme god who created Shrek Academy's unparalleled glory and led an era of Douluo Continent, he felt as insignificant as dust!

Tang San's avatar, formed from seawater, slowly blossomed into a gentle and satisfied smile on his flawless face. That smile seemed to possess a comforting power, and carried the pride of an elder seeing an outstanding junior.

He nodded slightly, and his voice, gentle yet clear like a divine pronouncement, rang out, directly imprinting itself into the depths of Yun Ming's soul:

"It is I, the God-King. Junior, you—are quite good."

These few simple words, however, sounded like heavenly music to Yun Ming's ears, like the highest praise!

All worries, anxieties, and unease seemed to be dispelled at this moment by the affirmation from the source of faith!

An indescribable warmth and an immense sense of honor instantly overwhelmed his consciousness.

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