Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 190 Three People

Zang Xin stroked the rough, charred bark of the ancient golden tree, feeling its faint yet tenacious vitality. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke: "The sea is in turmoil, life is reviving—this must be the contingency plan left by our ancestor, the Sea God, taking effect. Douluo Star must have encountered a great crisis that even we could not perceive, which triggered the divine power of our ancestor to repel the powerful enemy and then bless all things, helping the plane to recover."

Chen Xinjie nodded in deep agreement. As the head of the Sea God family and the world's most recognized strongest guardian of the ocean, he was extremely familiar with the Sea God's aura.

The immense divine power that swept across the global oceans and was drawn from the essence of water was so pure and powerful that no soul master in the world could match it; it could only be the true power of the sea god!

In his devout faith, this must be because the great Sea God Tang San sensed the crisis on Douluo Star and sent down his divine power to sweep away the evil spirits.

Although the cost was enormous, the result was clearly good. A look of awe and relief crossed his resolute face: "Indeed."

"If it weren't for the divine intervention of the Sea God ancestor, it would be truly difficult to explain the source of that level of power and the current abnormal recovery speed."

Yun Ming nodded slightly, his golden eyes reflecting the faint glow emanating from the Soul Masters cultivating in the camp below. He continued, "The power depletion of the Douluo Sea should be the price paid for the Sea God Ancestor's intervention. And the signs of recovery that the entire plane is showing now are probably not only due to the lingering effects of the Sea God's grace, but more likely because—the life core of the Douluo plane itself is regaining its vitality."

"Oh? How so?" Zang Xin and Chen Xinjie looked at Yun Ming simultaneously, their expressions inquiring. The core level of the dimensional life form was far too high, exceeding their specific perception range.

Yun Ming raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching the grotesque crack on the trunk of the Golden Ancient Tree. He felt the extremely slow but real new life force growing within it, and said slowly, "I am deeply bound to the Golden Ancient Tree, and I know its condition better than anyone. The Holy Spirit Cult's previous devastating attack almost completely destroyed it, leaving it exhausted. It was only through my own cultivation and remaining divinity that I managed to keep it afloat and prevent it from being completely annihilated."

He paused, a hint of disbelief in his voice: "But recently, I can clearly feel a completely new and vibrant life force emanating from within the ancient tree! This life force doesn't come from external nourishment; it's more like its own essence has been reactivated, beginning a slow but steady self-repair. For a life form of the size of the Golden Ancient Tree, such a miraculous transformation would be impossible unless the most fundamental life source of the Douluo Plane was replenished and strengthened."

He glanced down at the camp below and continued, "Also, haven't you noticed? The cultivation speed of these children below is generally much faster than after the cataclysm, and breaking through bottlenecks seems to be easier for them. Soul power cultivation, especially for low-level soul masters, is the least sensitive to the concentration of spiritual energy and life force in the environment, yet it is the most easily affected."

"This is by no means a coincidence of a few geniuses, but a holistic improvement. All these changes point to the same source—the life essence of the Douluo plane is becoming stronger."

Upon hearing this, Zang Xin and Chen Xinjie carefully sensed their surroundings and recalled what they had seen and heard recently. Gradually, a look of realization and uncontrollable joy appeared on their faces.

Zang Xin clapped his hands and laughed, "Brother Yun is absolutely right! Now that you mention it, it's indeed true! This is a tremendously good thing! With the restoration of the fundamental life force of the plane and the gradual enrichment of the primordial energy of heaven and earth, given time, our Douluo Continent will surely produce even more powerful figures, giving us a greater chance of victory against the Abyss Plane!"

"Yes, what a rare good thing! With the blessing of the Sea God Ancestor, the plane has repaired itself. This is a blessing for our Douluo Continent!" Chen Xinjie also showed a rare smile, and his tense heartstrings seemed to relax a little.

However, Yun Ming's brows remained slightly furrowed, and a trace of elusive doubt and—a sense of familiarity that even he himself found absurd—fleeted deep within his golden eyes.

Chen Xinjie keenly noticed the unusual expression on his face, and his smile faded as he asked, "Brother Yun, is there something else you're worried about? The revival of the plane is always a good thing."

Yun Ming remained silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts, before finally speaking: "You—haven't you noticed that besides becoming more concentrated, something else has also appeared in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth? Especially the life force—"

Upon hearing this, Zang Xin and Chen Xinjie focused their attention once more, amplifying their senses to the extreme, carefully discerning the subtle differences in the energy flowing in the air.

After a moment, Zang Xin spoke first, with a hint of uncertainty: "It seems that the life elements within are indeed unusually active, and the quality seems to be purer and nobler than before?" He couldn't pinpoint the exact difference, only a vague feeling.

Chen Xinjie nodded in agreement: "That's true. This newborn life energy is full of a primal charm of creation and nourishment, which is reassuring." As the Sea God Douluo, he was naturally close to the breath of water and life, and his feeling was more pronounced than Zang Xin's.

Yun Ming slowly shook his head, his voice lowering, tinged with a hint of bewildered confusion: "Not only that—don't you feel a strange sense of familiarity within this newly generated, purer life energy?"

"Familiarity?" Zang Xin chuckled and shook his head. "What's so familiar about life energy? Could it be emanating from some acquaintance? Brother Yun, have you been overworking yourself lately?"

He felt that Yunming might be ill from missing her, after all, Yali had been missing for a long time and her fate was unknown, and Yunming had poured all his energy into the reconstruction, so he was under tremendous pressure.

Chen Xinjie also cast a concerned glance, clearly agreeing with Zang Xin's assessment.

Looking at the expressions of his two old friends, Yun Ming opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

He couldn't describe the feeling in detail. It wasn't just a simple similarity in energy attributes, but a deeper, familiar fluctuation that seemed to originate from a soul imprint. It bore a striking resemblance to the gentle and kind figure deep in his memory, yet it was also—more vast, colder, and more—lofty, as if imbued with some indescribable, profound divinity.

He gave a bitter laugh to himself, sighing inwardly: Yes, Yali has long since—what am I thinking again? How could she—it must be that I miss her so much that my senses are playing tricks on me. Perhaps, this is just a characteristic common to those whose life energy has risen to a higher level.

He suppressed this inexplicable surge of emotion and bitterness, forcibly changing the subject, his expression becoming extremely solemn: "Regardless, the revival of the plane is a fact. Now, both Shrek Academy and Tang Sect have suffered heavy losses. Tang Sect's foundation remains, and its scattered strongholds can still operate, but Shrek Academy—is almost completely destroyed. Rebuilding our homeland, uniting our people, and creating new glory are urgent matters. We need a new hope, a guide who can point the way and carry us into the future."

Upon hearing this, Zang Xin and Chen Xinjie's expressions tightened. They exchanged a glance, both seeing the same suspicion in each other's eyes.

They assumed Yun Ming intended to elect a leader from among the three of them, a leader who was widely respected, to unite the remaining forces and lead everyone out of their predicament. Zang Xin gestured, "Brother Yun, please speak frankly."

Yun Ming naturally saw through their thoughts, but slowly shook his head, casting his gaze down at the camp below, as if searching for a specific figure: "It's not us old fogies. We are all remnants of the old era. The sails of the future need new forces to support them."

He paused, his voice low but carrying a strange weight, and said, word by word, "That little guy with me, Tang Wulin, you still remember him, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zang Xin's face showed a strange expression, even a hint of mockery. He leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "It's that strong young man."

"Honestly, Yunming, is he really not your illegitimate son? At this critical juncture, you've taken him in and are carefully guiding him—"

He felt that this might be because Yunming was too lonely and empty after Yali disappeared, and had a new love. The child born was a product of Yunming's emotional attachment, after all, the child's talent was indeed terrifying.

He hasn't awakened his martial spirit yet, but his physical body is incredibly strong, and his strength is terrifying.

It makes perfect sense that he is Yunming's child.

Yun Ming turned his head sharply, his gaze like lightning, and interrupted Zang Xin's teasing with a serious expression. His tone was resolute and carried an unquestionable solemnity: "Stop talking nonsense! His identity is far beyond your imagination."

"He is the Son of God!"