Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 169 The Dragon Clan Naturally Has Its Own Ways of Using Dragons, Human Soul Beasts

Before the slight dizziness from the spatial shift had completely subsided, Di Tian and Zi Ji were already on solid ground.

They appeared inside a magnificent and ancient temple. The temple's dome soared high, seemingly connecting to the endless starry sky. Supporting the temple were not ordinary beams and pillars, but enormous bone pillars that appeared to have been carved from some kind of skeleton, exuding a desolate and eerie aura.

The ground was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the gray-white light that flowed from the dome, as dazzling as the aurora borealis yet carrying a sense of deathly cyclical nature.

The air was no longer filled with the vibrant yet invisible shackles of the primordial energy of Douluo Star, but with a purer, more ancient, and more—freer energy! A primordial divine power containing the cycle of life and death, the return of all things to stillness and rebirth!

Almost the instant they set foot on this land, Di Tian and Zi Ji (who had already transformed into human form) trembled slightly at the same time, and their faces simultaneously showed expressions of extreme shock and disbelief!

Di Tian, ​​the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King who has stood at the pinnacle of Douluo Star for tens of thousands of years, felt it most intensely!

The dimensional suppression force that had been with him ever since he reached the threshold of 600,000 years of cultivation, like an incredibly tough transparent film tightly enveloping him and preventing his life level from undergoing its final transformation, had vanished! It had completely vanished!

It's like a person who has worn heavy shackles for years, and suddenly one day all the shackles are removed—that sudden, overwhelming feeling...

The indescribable lightness and freedom made him almost want to roar to the sky!

He clearly felt that the immense soul power within his body, which had long been accumulated to its limit but had never been able to undergo a qualitative change, became extremely active at this moment, and even spontaneously began to transform into a higher-level and purer energy form!

He had a strong premonition that if he were given a period of seclusion here, he would definitely be able to break through the ultimate barrier that had plagued countless generations of soul beasts, condense his divine spark, and become a true god!

Moreover, with his profound foundation spanning over 800,000 years, once he becomes a god, he will at least be a second-level deity!

Although Zi Ji, standing beside him, did not have the same strong premonition of an impending breakthrough as Di Tian, ​​her feelings were equally awe-inspiring.

The invisible oppressive feeling and threat of death emanating from the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, which had always hovered above the heads of all high-level soul beasts and would crash down every certain number of years, bringing a near-death experience, had also disappeared!

In this magical realm of gods, it seems that the concept of "heavenly tribulation" simply doesn't exist! She can clearly sense that the energy here is gentle and vast. As long as she absorbs and cultivates step by step, she can continuously improve. The road ahead is smooth, with no more deadly obstacles!

The "chance to become a god" that Harosa mentioned before was actually true!

Thinking hard!

The two exchanged a quick glance, both seeing the same shock and disbelief in each other's eyes. This Harosa, not only had he become a god himself, but he also—possessed an entire divine realm?!

What does this mean? It means he has mastered a complete channel for mass-producing gods! With sufficient resources and talent, he can continuously create his own god-level legion! What a terrifying concept!

However, Di Tian was, after all, an ancient being who had fought alongside the Dragon God and witnessed the prosperity of the Douluo God Realm.

After the initial shock, his keen divine senses detected a subtle difference. Although this place called "Rebirth God Realm" had high-level laws and abundant divine power, enough to support godhood, its overall "scale of laws," "stability," and "vastness" that encompassed all things seemed to be slightly inferior to the magnificent and vast Douluo God Realm deep in his memory.

It was like the difference between a young man just entering middle age and a giant at his peak. So much time has passed that the memory may be hazy, but he wouldn't forget that sense of depth.

These complex feelings and thoughts were all completed in the blink of an eye.

Just then, in the center of the temple, the space rippled slightly, and a phantom made of pure divine thought quickly condensed into a gray robe with deep eyes, which was none other than Harosa.

Di Tian's pupils contracted, and almost instinctively, he took a half step forward. His tall and imposing figure instantly shielded Zi Ji behind him, and his dragon power subconsciously gathered around him as he assumed a defensive posture.

Despite knowing it might be futile, protecting his companions (especially Murasaki) was his instinct.

Harosa's illusory divine sense took in Di Tian's subconscious action. A playful smile seemed to curl at the corner of his mouth, formed by light and shadow, and a teasing voice rang out in their minds: "Oh ho, quite protective of your wife, huh? Not bad, not bad."

When Zi Ji, who was firmly protected behind him, heard the words "protecting his wife," two blushes instantly appeared on her beautiful and charming face, like ripe cherries. She subconsciously wanted to refute, but did not know how to speak. She could only lower her head slightly with some embarrassment and annoyance, using Di Tian's broad back to cover her burning cheeks.

Upon hearing that familiar voice (though the tone was somewhat flippant), Di Tian's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but he remained vigilant. He slowly exhaled, looking at the illusory figure before him with a complex expression, and said in a deep voice, "Decades have passed, and your changes are truly earth-shattering."

His tone was filled with undisguised amazement and a hint of awe.

Harosa's illusory divine sense chuckled, a condescending indifference in his laughter: "Heh, yes, decades have passed in the blink of an eye. But you don't seem to have made much progress; your strength—is still stagnant."

These words were utterly blunt, directly hitting Di Tian's sore spot. Di Tian's expression stiffened slightly, but he dared not show any displeasure.

Decades may be a short time for a soul beast, but the fact that the other party could achieve so much in such a short period of time speaks volumes. He could only remain silent and acquiesce to this fact.

The only thing he can boast about is that his actual combat ability has improved, but his overall skill level has indeed stagnated.

Harosa's gaze seemed to bypass Di Tian, ​​sweeping over Zi Ji behind him, and he continued in that lazy yet slightly frivolous tone, "I originally thought that only you, Di Tian, ​​would be able to resist coming to check things out first. I didn't expect you to be so loyal, knowing to bring a companion? What, are you afraid that the long years of cultivation will be too lonely, so you're looking for a confidante to relieve your boredom?"

Di Tian's eyes twitched as he listened, and he really wanted to drag out the illusory divine thought in front of him and beat it up (if he could).

How could this deity speak in such an unreliable way? He forcibly suppressed the urge to complain, maintaining a facade of respect and composure, and replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, "You flatter me. Zi Ji came here on the orders of the Lord, not out of my own selfish motives."

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"Oh? The Silver Dragon King's decree?" Harosa's illusory divine sense seemed intrigued, stroking his chin (a gesture made by the illusory figure).

"Let me guess—you sent two of the purest-blooded dragons here to scout ahead, and incidentally—to see if you can quickly restore your dragon race's high-end combat power? One is a golden-eyed black dragon king, and the other is a hellish demon dragon king—hmm, their bloodline potential is indeed top-notch."

As he spoke, a dense, almost tangible, jet-black and crescent-white light suddenly emanated from the eyes of Harosa's illusory divine sense!

The two colors of divine light intertwined and flowed, like the most precise scanning instrument, enveloping Di Tian and Zi Ji without any restraint.

At this moment, Di Tian and Zi Ji simultaneously had the illusion that everything about them, from their flesh and blood to their cultivation foundation, had been seen through and that there were no secrets left!

Di Tian felt the scrutinizing gaze and straightened his body. He transformed into human form, wearing a well-tailored black outfit that accentuated his tall, strong, yet not bulky physique.

Its golden eyes were sharp as knives, and its face was resolute, containing the majesty of someone who had long held a high position and the vicissitudes of more than 800,000 years of history.

Harosa could clearly "see" the vast, ocean-like dark dragon power within him. His bloodline purity was extremely high, almost the highest among contemporary dragons. Even at the deepest part of his bloodline origin, there was a faint yet domineering aura of the dragon god! It must be the transformation of the killing move "Dragon God Claw" inherited from the dragon god.

Zi Ji, who was hiding behind Di Tian, ​​felt that gaze seemed to penetrate Di Tian's barrier and fall on her.

She wore a tight-fitting purple-black scale armor that perfectly accentuated her slender and voluptuous figure.

Her breasts were full and high, creating a deep and alluring cleavage, while the exposed skin on her shoulders was snow-white and delicate. A pair of straight and slender legs were faintly visible beneath her scales.

Her long, purplish-black hair moved with an eerie, unsettling sway even without wind. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her deep purple eyes captivating, and her bright purple lips adding to her mystery and allure. On her forehead, a jet-black scale shimmered with layers of purple light. Harosa could sense that she possessed pure Hell Dragon bloodline, had nearly 300,000 years of cultivation, and immense potential, but compared to Di Tian, ​​her foundation was indeed far inferior.

The inky black and moon-white light slowly dissipated, and the feeling of being watched, which made it impossible to hide, finally disappeared. Di Tian and Zi Ji both secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Harosa's voice rang out again, carrying a judgmental tone: "Di Tian, ​​your accumulation is already overflowing, and your foundation is incredibly solid. There is no need for further preparation. You can directly go into seclusion here, attempt to activate the rules of this place, create your own Dark Dragon Godhood, and break through to the God-level realm."

He paused, his gaze seemingly glancing at Zi Ji: "As for her—while the bloodline of the Hell Dragon is strong, she still lacks a bit of maturity. She needs to hone her skills in this realm, solidifying her foundation before attempting to break through to the Divine Realm."

Harosa had his own considerations: there was no precedent for soul beasts becoming gods, so the specific standards would naturally be determined by him, the ruler of the divine realm.

With sufficient resources, Di Tian can begin directly.

Zi Ji, on the other hand, still needs to accumulate experience to avoid an unstable foundation that could affect her future potential. He naturally wouldn't allow these two precious pure-blooded dragons to comprehend any laws of reincarnation; that's a privilege reserved for the core members, and they have their own paths to follow as dragons.

"So—so we can start?" Upon hearing this, Di Tian was stunned and even repeated the question in a somewhat uncharacteristic manner.

His goal, which he had pursued for hundreds of thousands of years and longed for, the realm of gods, was now being told so easily and without any preparation that he could begin.

This immense happiness came so suddenly that it even gave him a strong sense of unreality and disorientation.

"What?" Harosa's illusory divine sense spoke with a hint of mockery. "Do I really need to ring bells and play music to hold a grand celebration to welcome you as you ascend to godhood?"

Di Tian instantly snapped back to his senses, realizing his lapse in composure. He quickly suppressed his agitation and lowered his head, saying, "I wouldn't dare!"

It wasn't that his mental cultivation was insufficient; it was simply that the feeling of this goal, which he had strived for his entire life, being within reach at this moment was too overwhelming for his mind.

Looking at the two living, pure-blooded dragons before him, Harosa harbored far deeper schemes and calculations in his heart.

They will be important pieces on the chessboard in the future, so naturally they cannot be integrated into the cycle system like Yuan Feng was.

The dragon race has its own usage.

As he spoke, Harosa's illusory divine sense casually waved his hand.

In an instant, the space within several miles around Di Tian and Zi Ji seemed to have been completely "cleaned" by an invisible hand. The gray-white primordial divine power of reincarnation, which had originally flowed and contained the meaning of life and death, receded like the tide and disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there is a more primordial, purer, dimensional primordial power that seems to have existed since the beginning of the plane.

It no longer carries any obvious attribute tendencies; it is simply the most basic and authentic cosmic energy, gentle, vast, yet containing infinite possibilities.

"Alright," Haros's voice rang out, carrying a hint of reminder, "For now, only the purest dimensional power remains here, enough for you to comprehend and condense your divine spark. However, once you successfully create your own Dark God Dragon Throne and ignite your divine fire, officially stepping into godhood, it will inevitably attract the attention of the 'Rebirth God Realm' dimensional will."

"At that time, it will unleash a trial, a tribulation of lightning. If you pass it, your divine position will be solidified, and your divine power will be tempered and elevated to a higher level. If you fail to pass it—" Harosa's tone was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable cruelty, "then you will perish and your life will be extinguished, and everything will come to nothing."

Di Tian took a deep breath, the pure primal power flowing into his lungs, invigorating him. He bowed his head and performed a very solemn salute: "Di Tian understands. Thank you for your kindness!"

Having said that, he no longer hesitated. He immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and completely immersed his mind in his body, beginning to fully comprehend the opportunity to become a god that had become incredibly clear and unobstructed since he stepped into this place! Hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation boiled over at this moment, and the gate to the realm of gods had already opened for him!

As soon as Di Tian sat down, Zi Ji, who had been hidden behind his tall figure, was revealed without any obstruction.

The first thing that caught Harosa's eye was the towering peaks, whose breathtaking curves could not be concealed even by the tight-fitting scale armor. As she breathed heavily with some tension, the ravine between the two peaks was the most eye-catching feature.

Next, her legs were long, straight, and powerful, their alluring lines outlined by the purplish-black scales.

However, Harosa's gaze merely swept over her indifferently, his deep eyes showing no ripples whatsoever, clearly indicating that he had no interest whatsoever in this alluring "beast girl".

His voice remained calm: "The Silver Dragon Queen sent you here, and her intentions are self-evident. She does not wish for the purest bloodline of the dragon race to be tainted or assimilated by the power of other deities."

"Your Hellish Dragon bloodline is naturally endowed with a powerful devouring characteristic. Outside the temple, to the southeast, there is a garden of immortal herbs that I transplanted from Douluo Continent. Except for the flower in the very center that adheres to the rules and cannot be touched, you may pick and devour all the other immortal herbs and spiritual medicines to strengthen your foundation and temper your bloodline."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harosa's illusory divine thought transformed into specks of shimmering light, like fireflies, and floated to Zi Ji's front, guiding her in the direction ahead.

Zi Ji took a deep breath, suppressing the slight unease she felt from Harossa's words and the light, gave a slight bow to the point of light, and then quietly left the magnificent yet empty temple, following the guidance.

Meanwhile, in the Douluo Continent.

In the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest, at the bottom of the Lake of Life, lies a unique space carved out by a powerful force.

Time seems to flow exceptionally slowly here. A rich, almost liquid, life force permeates every inch of the air, and every breath carries a refreshing sweetness that soothes the soul.

Yali, the former Holy Spirit Douluo and now one of the top human powerhouses, sat serenely on a huge piece of living gold that emitted a soft emerald glow.

The golden energy of life was as large as a small mountain, and the terrifying life energy it contained was enough to cause a huge uproar if even a trace of it were to leak out.

But at this moment, it simply serves quietly as Yali's futon, gently nourishing her body and soul.

Her face was calm and peaceful, her eyes were gently closed, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, as if she were immersed in some kind of deep meditation or enlightenment.

Directly in front of her, deep within the lake shrouded in a silvery halo, an enormous silver dragon head floated silently.

Every scale on the dragon's head shimmered with a cold, noble metallic luster, its lines graceful and powerful. At this moment, its enormous, lake-like eyes were slowly opening.

What kind of eyes were those?

It was so profound that it seemed to contain the universe and the stars, so wise that it had seen through the vicissitudes of time. Beneath its calm surface, however, lay an indescribable majesty and a faint trace of sorrow and weariness belonging to the half-body of the dragon god.

The Silver Dragon King's gaze fell silently on Yali, who sat regally on the golden throne of life. His eyes were complex, as if he were scrutinizing and weighing her, or perhaps looking through her to something deeper.