Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 203 Gazing into the Abyss, Plotting Deep Red

Looking at the now quite imposing Ye Lan, Harosa directly instructed, "The Abyss Plane has always regarded the Holy Spirit Cult as a pawn in Douluo, used to disrupt the situation and deplete the plane's power. Now, the Douluo Plane has been revived because of Ya Li, and its vitality is growing stronger every day. I am worried that the hyenas in the Abyss Plane will become timid because of this, and may even consider retreating, which is not in line with my plan."

He paused, a cold glint in his eyes: "I need you to return to Douluo Continent, as the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Cult, to bring some confidence to the Abyss Plane. To make them believe that the Douluo Continent is still fragile and vulnerable, and that their invasion plan is assured of success."

"As far as I know, besides the obvious passages, the Abyss Plane is also secretly attempting to open another, more stable and larger passage in the far north. Take some capable men there, ostensibly to assist them, but in reality to support them, ensuring this passage is successfully opened and that they feel our sincerity and value."

Upon hearing this, Ye Lan immediately suppressed his smile, his expression turned solemn, and he bowed, replying, "Yes! Your subordinate understands!"

"I will certainly not fail in your trust!" She turned to leave through the gates of the underworld.

"Wait." Harosa called out to her, and with a flick of his wrist, another similar skull figurine appeared in his palm. He handed it to her, "Why are you in such a hurry? Take this."

He looked at Ye Lan's somewhat puzzled eyes and said calmly, "I heard you used the one I gave you last time to save the Demon Emperor? I gave it to you so that you could save your own life in critical moments, not always use it to save unrelated outsiders." There was a hint of warning in his tone.

Ye Lan took the figurine, stuck out her tongue, chuckled, and slyly explained, "Hehe, my lord, the Demon Queen—she's practically one of us now, not a complete outsider." She was referring to the Demon Queen's current fear and submission to Harosa.

Harosa waved his hand noncommittally. Ye Lan then carefully put away the new figurine, bowed again, and stepped into the quietly opened gates of the underworld, disappearing into them.

After seeing Ye Lan off, Halosa pondered for a moment before speaking again: "Deng Fengqiao."

The space inside the temple rippled slightly, and a figure dressed in a researcher's white robe, yet exuding an aura of pious fervor, quickly appeared. It was none other than Deng Fengqiao, the Soul Guide God of the Rebirth God Realm.

Upon seeing Harosa on the throne, his eyes immediately shone with immense reverence, and he bent his knees, ready to perform the elaborate three-knee-nine-bowing ceremony.

"Alright, alright!" Harosa quickly intervened, her tone tinged with helplessness. "How many times have I told you? Don't use this. Get up and talk."

He was truly at a loss with Deng Fengqiao's almost obsessive devotion. Being forcibly elevated from an ordinary Title Douluo to a god, this act of kindness seemed to have made Deng Fengqiao revere Harosa as a god himself, holding him in awe to the core.

Deng Fengqiao stood up, somewhat apprehensive and unwilling, his hands clasped respectfully at his sides, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Your Excellency summoned me. What are your orders? I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life!"

Harosa cut straight to the point: "The reason I've called you here is to have you design and manufacture a special soul tool."

"Please speak, sir!" Deng Fengqiao immediately straightened his back, his eyes sparkling with the focus and excitement of a researcher.

Harosa organized his thoughts and said, "The main function of this soul tool is to trace one's origins. The plane ahead of the God Realm, called the Abyss, will soon become my target. But it doesn't exist independently; it's merely a sub-plane that separated from a much larger and more ancient plane—the Crimson Plane."

His gaze deepened: "My true target is that truly powerful Crimson Dimension itself, located some unknown distance away. Unfortunately, the distance is too vast; I have no spatial coordinates for it, and cannot directly pinpoint its location to traverse it."

Harosa only knew a vague piece of information: the Douluo Galaxy, the Dragon Horse Galaxy, and the Crimson Galaxy seemed to be roughly on a straight line.

Even with the support of the divine realm's central hub, his divine sense couldn't reach such distant existences, not even the Dragon-Horse Galaxy in the middle. His strength hadn't reached that level; forcibly searching was pointless.

"Therefore, I have no choice but to find another way." Harosa looked at Deng Fengqiao. "The energy of the Abyss originates from the Crimson Plane; the two share the same root. I need you to design a soul tool that can capture and analyze the essential characteristics of the Abyss energy to trace its origin over extremely long distances," ultimately pinpointing and marking the specific coordinates of the Crimson Plane!

Deng Fengqiao listened attentively, his brows furrowing slightly. He pondered for a moment and said, "My lord, there are some ready-made models of soul tools with similar 'root-tracing' functions in the existing technology library. They are often used to track energy sources and analyze mineral composition. However—" He looked troubled, "their effective range is probably far from reaching the intergalactic level, and they can't even accurately locate the nearby abyss plane."

To prove it, he immediately took out a palm-sized, finely structured silver-white instrument from his storage soul tool.

Harosa also cooperated by taking out a small strand of pure abyssal energy that he had previously collected and preserved.

Deng Fengqiao activated the instrument, placing the abyssal energy into the probe port. The data on the instrument screen fluctuated wildly, and the pointer swung constantly, eventually only managing to indicate an extremely vague general direction. It couldn't even clearly show the specific outline of the abyssal plane, let alone the distant crimson plane.

Deng Fengqiao explained somewhat awkwardly, "Sir, this—this is already a relatively mature civilian high-precision model. Mainly because there was never any need for inter-galactic tracking before, so this technology—indeed, hasn't been extensively researched; it's just sufficient for current needs."

Harosa looked at the futilely swinging pointer without surprise. He withdrew his energy and calmly said, "It's alright. I expected this. The current technological foundation is certainly insufficient. That's why we need you, my Soul Guide God, to overcome this challenge."

He patted Deng Fengqiao on the shoulder, his tone encouraging and expectant: "Go ahead and research. If you need any resources, apply directly through the Divine Realm Central Hub. This is an unprecedented challenge, and its significance will be extraordinary if you succeed. I promise that if there is a breakthrough, you will be richly rewarded!"

Deng Fengqiao felt the weight on his shoulders and the trust in the words, and his face turned red with excitement. He bowed deeply again: "It is my greatest honor to be able to share your burdens, sir! I will definitely work tirelessly day and night to develop a soul tool that can meet your needs!" His eyes burned with the fire of scientific research.

"Alright, go ahead." Harosa nodded in satisfaction.

After bowing again, Deng Fengqiao, filled with excitement and a sense of mission, quickly left the temple, already immersed in a new round of research fantasies.

The temple finally fell completely silent.

Harosa slowly closed his eyes, his mind once again sinking into cultivation.

The most urgent task is to continue to comprehend the "Primordial Breath" originating from the Douluo plane, thoroughly analyze and digest it, and perfectly integrate it into the fundamental laws of the God Realm.

Only by making the divine realm itself stronger and more perfect can it accommodate all his subsequent ambitions and plans.

The immense divine power surged once more like the tide, and the temple fell silent again, with only the whispers of the laws echoing in silence.