Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 199 Abyss Plane

Time flies, and thanks to Ya Li's tireless efforts and dedication, her integration with the Douluo Continent has reached a whole new level.

She was no longer merely an alien deity residing here, but had truly become a part of the lifeblood of this planet. Her breath was in sync with the heartbeat of the plane, and her divinity resonated with the vitality of the continent.

Naturally, her pure and vast life essence was also deeply imbued with the ancient and primordial "Breath of Origin," unique to the Douluo Continent.

Her aura became more mysterious and sacred, seemingly increasingly different from that of a traditional first-level god.

On this day, following a preordained connection and agreement, she used the skull figurine with which she maintained a constant connection to condense a large amount of pure life essence containing rich primordial energy, and continuously transmitted it to the distant realm of the gods beyond the void.

Inside the core temple of the God Realm.

Harosa sat cross-legged on the throne of reincarnation with his eyes closed. The divine power of his body, which was both jet black and crescent white, rose and fell in a regular pattern like the tides, demonstrating the ultimate truth of birth, death, and reincarnation.

Suddenly, the divine power flowing around him paused slightly, and his deep eyes slowly opened.

He could clearly sense that within the temple, and even at the level of the fundamental laws of the entire Rebirth God Realm, a familiar and vibrant energy began to permeate, its quality being purer than ever before, and the "primordial" charm contained within it becoming increasingly apparent.

"Heh—" A barely perceptible smile curved his lips as he murmured, "He's more obedient than I imagined."

He was fairly satisfied with Yali's punctual and "sufficient" delivery.

His gaze shifted to the other side of the temple. There, the Lich God Elex hovered in mid-air, his withered hands outstretched, before him a complex sphere of light that constantly shifted shape, composed of pure life energy and faint primordial energy.

Inside the sphere of light, countless tiny runes seemed to be appearing and disappearing; this was Electrolux's ongoing experiment of analyzing and reconstructing the laws.

"Old Yi," Harosar spoke, his voice echoing in the empty temple, "how's your progress going? Is there enough Primal Breath left?"

Electrolux didn't turn his head; his entire focus was on the sphere of light emanating from the laws before him. His voice was hoarse, yet carried the focused concentration characteristic of a researcher: "The Primordial Breath is indeed one of the most fundamental and original constituent units of the laws of the plane. Comprehending its essence is not an insurmountable obstacle for our level—as long as we have enough to 'spend' on it."

He paused, then added, "The more of this most primal life energy there is, the faster the process of analyzing, simulating, and ultimately reproducing its derived advanced laws will naturally be."

Harosa nodded slightly in agreement. Gazing at the cyclical divine power of reincarnation on the temple dome, which spontaneously evolved the phenomena of star birth and death, his tone deepened: "Yes, the foundation often signifies boundless potential. It may not possess great direct power, but it is the cornerstone for constructing a grander system of laws. Now, the accumulation is sufficient, and the crucial moment when quantitative change leads to qualitative change—is fast approaching."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the temple, seeing into the entire network of laws governing the Rebirth God Realm: "Whether the Rebirth God Realm can seize this opportunity to truly nurture its own unique and complete system of laws for life creation, thereby completely making up for its biggest weakness and possessing the potential to bear the status of a God-King—depends on the breakthroughs it makes in the coming period."

Electrolux did not reply, but the sphere of law in front of him suddenly increased its rotation speed, indicating that he had taken Harossa's words to heart and intensified his research.

Inside the temple, silence fell once more, with only the trickling of life energy and the surging of the power of reincarnation silently intertwining.

A short distance beyond the Rebirth God Realm, heading towards the Douluo Plane, lies another vast and bizarre world—the Abyss Plane—in a spacetime region drastically different from the vibrant Douluo Star.

There are no blue skies and white clouds, no mountains and rivers, only an endless, seemingly unchanging dark red hue.

The sky was a distorted, cracked, dark red firmament, often ripped apart by eerie purple lightning that struck silently. The earth was parched and scorched, flowing with rivers of molten lava, and the air was thick with the stench of sulfur and pure, destructive energy.

Countless bizarre abyssal creatures, driven only by the instinct to kill and devour, struggle, devour each other, and evolve on this barren and dangerous land.

Grotesque palaces made of biological skeletons, twisted metals, and energy crystals stand in various places, the thrones of abyssal emperors.

This is a decaying plane, yearning to devour everything.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the Abyss Plane, inside a magnificent palace that appears to be constructed entirely of obsidian and dark red crystal.

The Abyss Saint King sat high on a throne formed from countless illusory souls groaning in agony.

He was tall and imposing, shrouded in a wide cloak that seemed to be woven from the eternal darkness. His face was indistinct, except for a pair of deep, blood-red eyes that gleamed with a cold, merciless light.

The aura emanating from its body was as deep and boundless as an abyss. If measured by the standards of the Douluo system, it had already reached the terrifying level of a first-level god!

However, this power is full of tyranny, greed, and destruction, and because it lacks a matching "divine position" recognized by the laws, it appears somewhat restless and incomplete, filled with the desire to plunder and devour.

Below, several figures of different shapes, but all exuding a powerful and evil aura, stood.

These are some of the top-ranking core emperors in the 108 layers of the Abyss Plane: the Wise Emperor, whose form is ever-changing, like a distorted collection of light and shadow, exuding an aura of conspiracy and cunning; the Bee Emperor, whose body is covered with dark golden carapace, whose compound eyes flash with a cold, calculating light, and whose back is faintly visible with the buzzing of countless swarms of bees; and the Enchantress Emperor, whose figure is alluring and charming, whose every frown and smile can arouse the deepest desires of living beings, but whose eyes hold only cold killing intent, etc.

The Abyss Saint King's deep and majestic voice echoed within the palace, drowning out the roar of the lava river below: "Unexpected changes have recently occurred in the Douluo Plane."

He paused, seemingly organizing information, "News from the Holy Spirit Cult says that a suspected divine miracle occurred above the Shrek City ruins, and its power severely injured the Demon Emperor."

The Wise Emperor's ever-changing form of light and shadow trembled slightly, and it emitted a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, do you know the specific source of that miracle? Which god left behind this contingency plan?" Its voice was full of calculation and weighing.

The Abyss Saint King slowly said, "Based on the characteristics of the residual energy and the glimpse of the scene that the Holy Spirit Cult glimpsed at a great cost—it is suspected to be related to the ancient angelic pantheon."

"Angel God?" The Enchantress let out a charming yet doubtful laugh. "Your Majesty, as far as we know, the Angel God's position was shattered by Tang San, the Sea God of the Douluo God Realm, twenty thousand years ago, wasn't it? How could it possibly reappear?"

The Abyss Saint King shook his head, his blood-red eyes flashing with a profound light: "The information should be accurate. Perhaps the Douluo God Realm sensed something before it disappeared, and some hidden methods it deliberately left in the Douluo Plane were activated. After all, Shrek Academy is the former residence of the seven people who became gods 20,000 years ago, so it's not surprising that it has some special arrangements."

He then shifted his focus, revealing another, even more important discovery: "There's something else, even more crucial. Feedback from our vanguard channels indicates that the Douluo plane itself is undergoing a strange resurgence. Its total life energy, and its level of activity, have shown an abnormal, rapid growth trend in recent years."

Upon hearing this, the Bee Queen's compound eyes blazed with greed and joy: "Your Majesty, this is a great thing! The more abundant the life energy of the plane, the more plentiful the food for us in the Abyss! After devouring, the more Abyssal energy we can convert!"

The other abyss emperors also let out approving hisses or growls, filled with longing.

A hint of triumphant smile appeared on the face of the Abyss Saint King, shrouded in his cloak. He slowly rose from his throne, his overwhelming aura causing the entire palace to tremble slightly: "The Douluo God Realm has vanished without a trace. This plane has long been an unguarded and fertile hunting ground! The better it recovers, the more abundant its life energy, and the more beneficial it will be to the advancement of my Abyss Plane!"

His voice suddenly turned icy and filled with murderous intent: "Pass down the order! Intensify the attack on all the passages that have been opened! Spare no expense, deplete their manpower! At the same time—"

His blood-red eyes swept over the Wise Emperor and the Bee Emperor. "The other backup, more concealed passage must be expedited and opened as soon as possible! What this Holy Lord desires is to completely devour everything in that plane and transform it into part of the abyss!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!" The Abyss Emperors responded in unison, their evil aura soaring into the sky, filled with endless greed for the Douluo Plane.