Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 200 Kindness

In the Douluo Continent, there is an extremely secluded dimensional space that seems to be isolated from the world.

There are no sun, moon, or stars here, only a faint halo of primordial light flowing around, its aura subtly connected to the entire plane, yet carrying a sense of decay and stagnation.

In the center of the space, there was no magnificent palace, only a Blue Silver Emperor vine that had just sprouted tender buds and emitted a faint blue-gold halo, swaying slowly and alone.

It was the last remaining seed of essence after Ah Yin was reduced to her original form. Although it received some nourishment due to the overall revival of the Douluo Continent and sprouted new buds, it was still a long way from regaining its intelligence and reshaping its form.

"Ah Yin—Great news! Huge, fantastic news!"

Tang Hao's voice suddenly rang out in the silent space, carrying a long-lost excitement and hoarseness, but his figure was nowhere to be seen.

His divine body had long been completely destroyed by Harosa's Reincarnation Annihilation Sword Qi, and could no longer be condensed and manifested. Now, only his remaining divine soul and will remained, relying on the authority of the plane lord to eke out a living here, like an invisible ghost.

"Can you feel it? The Douluo Continent—it's reviving! The life energy is becoming increasingly abundant, and the earth's pulse is becoming stronger—although we don't know exactly what's happening, it must be the life core at work!"

It must be the mistress! It must be the contingency plan he left behind before he left that's working! He's protecting us, protecting Douluo Continent!

Tang Hao's voice was filled with an almost obsessive conviction, attributing all signs of improvement to his son, who was far away and whose whereabouts were unknown.

"The plane is getting better from the inside out—if this continues, Ah Yin, your recovery will also speed up—soon, soon you will be able to grow again, and again—talk to me—" His voice grew lower and lower, until it almost became a murmur, full of despondency and a kind of almost pathological dependence.

The tender shoots of the Blue Silver Emperor seemed to understand his words. The delicate vines swayed gently a few times, emitting a faint, gentle wave of affection, as if comforting this powerless husband who had lost everything and was left only with his obsession.

It is obvious that this nominal ruler of the plane has long lost control and perception of the overall situation of the plane.

He remained huddled in this self-enclosed space, his entire focus on that blade of grass, almost completely unaware of the earth-shattering changes happening outside—whether it was the change of ownership of the life core or the threat from the abyss plane.

He occupies the authority of the plane's ruler, yet he has never fulfilled the slightest duty. Instead, he constantly absorbs the meager energy brought about by the plane's revival to maintain his own remnant soul and nourish Ah Yin's seed, making him the epitome of a dead man who shirks his responsibilities.

In stark contrast to Tang Hao's decadence and inaction, Ya Li is diligent and conscientious.

She has become the true heart of the Douluo Continent, constantly guiding the torrent of life, repairing the wounds of a thousand years, striving to bring this planet back to a healthy development track, and even trying to guide the continent to instinctively absorb the energy diffused in the universe to achieve its own virtuous cycle.

However, beneath this vibrant life, a huge "tumor" persisted, like a bone-deep infection, causing her sleepless nights and restless days.

She had already clearly sensed that in the outer space of Douluo Star, there seemed to be several invisible "pipes" exuding an aura of greed and death, which were brutally inserted into the dimensional barrier, and the other end was connected to a terrifying world full of destruction and devouring desires—the Abyss Dimension!

That chilling, cold, and filthy abyssal aura, without needing to be consciously sensed, was like ink seeping from sewage, constantly polluting the energy environment surrounding the Douluo plane.

At this moment, Ya Li's stunning figure manifested within a green space where life energy was highly concentrated. A deep sorrow lingered between her brows, her slender fingers unconsciously twirling the hem of her robe. She sighed softly, her voice filled with helplessness: "Alas—within us lies an inactive plane ruler, usurping power and passively awaiting death; outside us are ruthless and cunning enemies from another world, eyeing us with predatory intent. Truly—beset by internal and external troubles, we are on the verge of collapse."

She gazed into the void, as if she could see the Douluo warriors fighting valiantly and defending the passage to the death. Her beautiful eyes were filled with heartache and pity: "My calamified homeland—you must quickly become strong again, you must pull through—"

She was filled with regret that she wasn't a god of combat. The divine power of life and creation was perfect for nourishing and protecting, but it seemed so powerless when it came to conquering and destroying.

Otherwise, she would have personally led the warriors of Douluo to counterattack into that abyss passage, completely driving out and purifying the invaders, instead of passively defending against the current situation where she can only watch helplessly as her people sacrifice their lives to fill the gap.

In the past, whenever she encountered a problem that required force to solve, the first figure that came to her mind was always that bright, majestic, and indomitable Douluo Yun Ming.

He was her pillar of strength, her guardian angel.

Time fades memories, and then they are forgotten.

But now, almost involuntarily, the first thing that enters her thoughts is that wicked and domineering god of reincarnation, Harosa, who pushed her from the abyss of humiliation to the throne of gods and with whom she has a complicated entanglement!

His unfathomable strength, his disregard for rules, and his almost overwhelming demeanor gave Yali a glimmer of cold hope amidst her despair.

She had an almost intuitive conviction: if that guy were willing to take action, any Abyss Plane or Abyss Saint King would surely be subdued!

But this thought was quickly overshadowed by greater anxieties.

"But—that despicable and terrifying guy—would he be willing to help me?"

Ariel bit her lower lip lightly, her beautiful face filled with struggle and uncertainty. "A man like him won't do anything without a reason—if the benefit is enough, perhaps—maybe?"

However, this idea made her even more frustrated.

"But—what can I give him? The Douluo Continent is in ruins, and I myself—"

Her thoughts drifted involuntarily to those blush-inducing, soul-shaking fragments of memories—the forced intimacy, the fusion of laws, and the inexplicably gestating seed within her—two captivating blushes instantly rose on her fair cheeks, spreading all the way to her ears, and her heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

She shook her head violently, as if trying to dispel those shameful images, and her eyes regained their resolve.

"Never mind!" She seemed to have made up her mind, her jade-like hands clenched tightly. "For Douluo, for these billions of living beings, no matter what—I must try. No matter the price—"

Her gaze fell on the skull figurine that had been quietly floating beside her, representing the connection to the realm of the dead. She took a deep breath, as if the decision she was about to make concerned the future of the entire plane.