Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 165 Mistress, Your Mother Died Again (Late Update Compensation)

"Of course," Tang San's face, which was flushed with seawater, smiled even more warmly, like sunlight piercing through clear seawater, carrying a reassuring divine radiance.

"This God-King will naturally not entrust you with such a heavy responsibility in vain. Once Wu Lin grows up smoothly, inheriting the divine position is inevitable. At that time, as his protector and guide, your contribution will be immense. With your talent and achievements, you can ascend to the God Realm and join the ranks of gods, at least to the position of a second-level god, or even a first-level god. This is my most basic promise to you."

With a little trickery, Tang the Great God King not only killed his rival, the God of Destruction, but also expanded the God Realm. With the expansion of the God Realm, there are more divine positions. At that time, the distribution of divine positions will be up to Tang the Great God King.

Yun Ming has excellent talent, speaks eloquently, and most importantly, is extremely loyal to me, the God-King. He deserves to be properly nurtured.

His voice was gentle yet powerful, each word seemingly imbued with the affirmation of the laws of heaven and earth, directly imprinted on the depths of Yun Ming's soul.

This was not an empty promise, but a "divine oracle" from a god-king, which, in Yun Ming's ears, was more unbreakable than any contract in the world.

Yun Ming's excitement intensified, almost overflowing from his eyes. He could almost see the gates of the God Realm opening for him, and the despair that had plagued countless generations of Limit Douluo crumbling away with the Sea God's casual words.

He nodded heavily, his voice trembling slightly with immense joy: "To serve the Son of God is the greatest honor for this junior! This junior will do everything in my power, even unto death!" He ate the bread willingly and with great relish.

Seeing Yun Ming's expression, completely filled with faith and hope for the future, Tang San's last lingering concerns vanished. This most important piece had been decided.

The story is not about one person; the scenes change.

In stark contrast to the space of consciousness filled with hope and divine radiance, in a hidden place where laws intertwine at the core of the Douluo plane, the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.

Tang Hao, the former Haotian Douluo and now the ruler of the plane, has long lost his former arrogance and domineering attitude.

He sat motionless in the center of a faint blue-gold halo, like a soulless stone statue, his unkempt beard tangled and his eyes empty and numb.

Before him, a slender, almost invisible seedling of Blue Silver Grass was struggling to emerge from a cracked, dull seed. Its two tender leaf buds trembled slightly, emitting an extremely faint breath of life.

This is Ah Yin, his beloved wife, the only surviving life after being reduced to her original form.

Tang Hao's rough hands trembled as he wanted to touch it, but he was afraid that even the slightest bit of dimensional power contained in his fingertips would disturb this fragile life.

The immense divine power within him was like a stagnant pool, possessing power yet having nowhere to unleash it.

He could feel the groans and weakness of the entire Douluo plane beneath his feet.

Extracting the essence of the plane to accelerate Ah Yin's recovery? This thought tempted him like a venomous snake. But reason (or rather, the lingering imprint of his duty as the master of the plane) told him that he absolutely could not do it!

Ah Yin's current life form is extremely special. Her connection with the origin of the plane has been "purified" by Harosa and Ilex in a strange way. To restore it, the energy required is astronomical. If it is forcibly extracted, it will be tantamount to draining the pond to catch the fish, and will fundamentally destroy the already crumbling foundation of the Douluo plane!

At that time, Ah Yin might be able to recover temporarily, but the entire plane will wither and die completely because of him! Tang Hao will become the sinner of the entire plane.

Of course, more importantly, it will affect the interests of the Tang family. At that time, they will not be able to become the master of their own plane, and the mistress's eternal plan will also fall through.

Endless pain and self-blame gnawed at his heart day and night, like millions of ants. He could only wait, only watch helplessly as his wife slowly recovered, placing all her hopes on their seemingly omnipotent son who was far away in the divine realm.

"Mistress—where are you—" Tang Hao's voice was dry and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing together, filled with desperate sorrow, "Your mother—she—it's all my fault—it's all my fault for being useless! I couldn't protect her—"

Even the last seed she left behind, I—" He suddenly covered his face with his huge hands, a suppressed sob escaping from between his fingers, his shoulders trembling violently.

"Mistress—I'm so sorry—I've made your mother—I'm even more sorry to Ah Yin—I promised to protect her—I'm such a useless piece of trash! Utterly useless!"

"Mistress, your mother died again—it's all my fault, it's all my fault—"

The deep, painful roar echoed in the empty space of laws, but received no response. Only the tiny blue silver grass seedling swayed helplessly in the faint energy ripples caused by the mournful cry.

(P.S.: Are you wondering why Tang San went to Yun Ming instead of Tang Hao after returning to the Douluo Continent? There's a reason for this, though not really a reason, just following the original story. In the original story, Tang Wulin was entrusted to Tang Ziran but not to Tang Hao and his wife. Didn't Tang Wulin need to gradually break the seal to survive? He suffered so much and almost died several times. Wouldn't it be easy for Tang Hao and his wife to get the materials to break the seal? At the very least, there's Da Ming and Er Ming. Although they were classified as Soul Masters in Douluo Continent III, they weren't opposed to the Tang family, so helping them wouldn't be difficult. But they didn't do that, so we'll write it that way. On the other hand, it would be more stimulating for Tang San to find out that his mother died again later.)

The scene shifts back to the consciousness space.

Tang San's fragmented soul satisfiedly savored Yun Ming's almost overflowing loyalty and excitement. He felt the time was right to end this "divine descent." Maintaining this level of consciousness projection, while almost effortless for his damaged fragmented soul, was still a drain.

"In that case, I entrust Lin'er to you." Tang San said gently through his divine sense, and then the vast ocean world began to recede like the tide.

Yun Ming felt a slight daze, as if he were waking up from an incredibly real dream.

The next moment, his five senses returned, and he once again felt the solid touch of the golden ancient tree branch beneath him, heard the rustling of the leaves in the night breeze, and smelled the unique moist air of the Sea God Lake.

However, unlike before meditation, his arms now felt heavy, with an added warmth.

He suddenly lowered his head.

A baby, wrapped in delicate, soft swaddling clothes, was sleeping peacefully in his arms. The baby looked chubby and fair, with a rosy face, breathing evenly, and sleeping soundly.

On his smooth brow, a tiny yet incredibly clear blue-gold trident mark emanated a faint divine glow before quietly disappearing.

Deeper within the sea of ​​consciousness beneath the trident mark, a golden holy sword mark, ancient in design and radiating pure light, holiness, and order, flickered slightly, seemingly wanting to emerge. However, it was cleverly concealed and suppressed by the more powerful and proactively manifesting sea god mark, as if it had never existed.

Yun Ming's heart was instantly filled with an indescribable tenderness. He knew that this was Tang Wulin, the son of the Sea God! And the Sea God had not truly left; that mark was proof of divine protection!

He carefully adjusted his position, holding the child with an extremely gentle movement that he himself was unaware of, as if afraid of disturbing his peaceful sleep. Looking at the baby's tranquil sleeping face, Yun Ming's steely heart involuntarily melted into tenderness.

He and Ya-li had been married for many years but had never had a child. Ya-li had suffered a severe internal injury in her early years.

The damage to the very source of life, despite his later extraordinary power, made it difficult to reverse this regret regarding his reproductive ability.

This was a pain buried deep in his heart, one he had never spoken of to anyone.

An incompetent husband.

At this moment, holding this unexpected son of God who represents supreme glory and responsibility, a feeling similar to fatherly love quietly arose, filling a long-empty corner in his heart.

"So cute—" Yun Ming's voice was as soft as if she were dreaming, her fingertips gently stroking the baby's delicate cheek. "This is—Tang Wulin."

Because of the Sea God's arrival and this sudden entrustment, Yun Ming's long-standing heavy worries about the abnormality of the evil soul masters, the decline of the plane, and the strangeness of the Golden Ancient Tree were strangely diluted and even replaced by an unprecedented sense of "hope".

Since individual strength cannot break through the shackles of the plane, then we should devote everything to nurturing this son of God!

As long as Wu Lin becomes a god, I can ascend to the divine realm with him! This is the promise made by the Sea God himself, a more reliable path to heaven than any other effort!

The future seems bright.

However, the shadow never truly disappeared.

The Holy Spirit Cult's plans will not be halted in the slightest by Yun Ming's personal change of mindset. Although Shrek City benefited from the previous "visits" of Hades Harosa, its city defense system and ground-to-air attack capabilities have been greatly improved with the support of Tang Sect technology, making it as impregnable as a fortress.

But even the strongest fortress is vulnerable to internal worms.

With the covert support of the Spirit Pagoda and the tacit approval or even assistance of certain high-ranking officials within the Federation for various purposes, the Holy Spirit Church's infiltration and transportation plan, aimed at destruction, continued meticulously and methodically in the shadows, like a deadly virus, despite numerous difficulties.

Shrek Academy has enjoyed millennia of glory, its honor and cohesion serving as its strongest shield. However, such a long period can also breed intricate networks of vested interests and subtle oversights. Millennia of glory, on the one hand, signifies a deep-rooted foundation, but on the other hand, it can lead to stagnation and blind spots.

These all become weaknesses that can be exploited by the enemy. The presence of people means the presence of desires and weaknesses.

They can be bribed, coerced, or infiltrated.

The undercurrents, unseen by the light, surge ever more fiercely.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, amidst the commotion and scheming of various forces across the continent, there was a place where a person found an unusual tranquility.

Yali wandered alone through the increasingly dense woodland on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest. The deeper she went, the stronger the primal, vibrant, and even somewhat wild life force became.

(P.S.: This refers to the remaining outer edge of the forest. I'm clarifying this just in case someone doesn't understand or might argue.)

The skull figurine in her arms was no longer icy cold; instead, it emitted a faint yet continuous warmth, like a full-length compass, subtly pointing in a direction.

The outer metal walls and alarm system were of no use to Yali. Although the Star Dou Great Forest was now only a fraction of its original size, it was still vast to tiny humans.

Not to mention, Yali was slowly and deliberately trying to understand the world around her, and life was decaying.

The towering ancient trees, the entwined vines, and even the rich life force emanating from the thick layer of humus beneath her feet caused her Prayer Angel Martial Soul to spontaneously activate, giving her a sense of inexplicable comfort and affinity.

The air was no longer filled with the suffocating stillness and coldness of the Realm of Rebirth, nor with the undercurrents beneath the prosperity of Shrek City.

Here, there are only the sounds of nature: the whistling of the wind through the forest, the faint roars of spirit beasts in the distance, and the ubiquitous, vibrant greenery.

This environment slightly calmed the intense turmoil in her heart caused by humiliation, fear, and confusion. She raised her head and looked into the darker and more mysterious depths of the forest, a complex and enigmatic light flashing in her golden eyes.

Is what Harosa meant by "what is needed"—right there?

Is there any hope for the mainland to get better here?