Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 207 Understanding Reincarnation: I am Reincarnation

In the past, within the God Realm, whenever Harossa used the Gate of the Underworld, its destination was invariably the Douluo Plane, as if that were the end and beginning of reincarnation.

However, this time, the divine consciousness, which was tightly enveloped by the extremely pure origin of reincarnation, did not reach any familiar realm after passing through the gate to the underworld that returned to its origin.

He fell into a state of absolute "nothingness".

There is no light here, nor is there a corresponding darkness, because they have lost their point of reference for existence.

Without the sense of the passage of time, the moment and eternity lose their meaning.

Without spatial extension, everything—up, down, left, right, front, and back—returns to nothingness.

Only eternal silence, and the peaceful aura that permeates the "nothingness" and guides all things to their ultimate destination, constitute the entirety of this place.

Harosa's consciousness seemed to be suspended in the singularity before the birth of the universe. Apart from his clear and strong perception of his own existence, he could not sense anything external.

"It is somewhat similar to the feeling of dying once when I was a child, and the feeling of falling in Shrek City."

Harosa's divine sense fluctuated slightly, showing no fear, only a calm scrutiny.

During those two experiences, he briefly fell into a similar state of ignorance and unconsciousness, but at that time he was too weak to perceive the great terror and mystery of the origin of the universe contained within.

This time, however, he chose this path on his own initiative and entered this place with the power of a god-king.

He realized with absolute clarity that if he could not decipher the mystery and find a way out on his own, he would be completely lost in this absolute nothingness that represented the ultimate "destination".

Neither the Douluo Continent nor the evolving Samsara God Realm can serve as his "coordinates" or "anchors," because at this moment, he has already surpassed the scope of their influence on a higher level.

He did not panic and try to "move," because in this area where even the concept of "movement" had lost its meaning, any blind action could mean eternal damnation.

He simply "exists" quietly, immersing himself entirely in contemplating the nature of "reincarnation".

What exactly is reincarnation? Is it a process? Or a mandatory universal law?

Is its purpose merely to erase all traces of a living being's life—memories, emotions, power—

Cause and effect—and then put it into a completely new life form that has no connection to the past, and so on, like a cold and efficient giant millstone.

Harosa's consciousness contemplated countless possibilities: Was it to maintain the balance of cosmic energy? To prevent the strong from becoming too powerful, devouring everything, and ultimately leading to heat death?

Is it to give all beings an "equal" opportunity? Regardless of their past life's status, everyone starts from scratch in the next life? Or is it some more cruel mechanism designed to constantly "cleanse" the soul, preventing it from ever accumulating enough wisdom and power to challenge higher dimensions?

His thoughts wandered through an endless fog, touching upon the various appearances and possible meanings of reincarnation.

He didn't know how much time had "passed"—perhaps a moment, perhaps eternity. A sudden realization, like the first ray of light piercing through eternal silence, illuminated the core of his consciousness!

He was wrong. He kept trying to "define" reincarnation, trying to fit it into his own framework of understanding.

Reincarnation needs no definition, nor any purpose! It is the opposite of "existence," the ultimate destiny inescapable by all things!

From the birth and death of stars to the rise and fall of civilizations, and the love and hate of every tiny life, everything ultimately points to the same destination—returning to "nothingness," erasing all the marks left by time and space, fading away all the "colors" acquired later, and returning to the most original and pure "beginning" state.

This process is unrelated to good or evil, strength or weakness, or social status.

Like an absolutely fair "bleaching pool," whether you put in a magnificent robe stained with imperial purple or a plain cloth stained with blood, what comes out in the end will be the same pure white "newborn cloth," waiting to be dyed with new colors and woven into new stories.

All things must enter the cycle of reincarnation; this is an ironclad law. So, since everyone must step into this bleaching pool—"Why—why can't I be the one who controls this pool?!" "Why—can't I—be reincarnation itself?!"

This is not arrogant possession, but a kind of integration and responsibility after thorough understanding!

It's not about controlling reincarnation, but about becoming the manifestation of the laws of reincarnation, becoming part of that eternal cycle, becoming the guide to the destination of all spirits, becoming the very rules of "bleaching" and "birth"!

boom!!!

At the very moment this ultimate enlightenment was born, this absolute realm of "nothingness" suddenly underwent a tremendous change!

The surrounding silence was lifted like a curtain, and Harosa "saw" countless hazy lights and shadows emanating various faint emotional fluctuations. They took the outlines of human figures or other creatures, gathering and lingering silently.

They bear the last marks of their lives: confusion, longing, pain, and relief—a mix of emotions that, under an invisible pull, flow slowly toward a deeper direction.

This is the true underworld! It is not a specific location, but the final gathering and transitional "realm" for all souls waiting to enter reincarnation and be cleansed of their worldly impurities!

As for Harosa, his divine consciousness, which had become extremely brilliant due to his complete enlightenment, seemed to have transformed into the brightest lighthouse in this chaotic realm, naturally radiating an aura that was completely consistent with the origin of reincarnation!

Those lingering lights and shadows, those souls awaiting reincarnation, seemed to be drawn by their most primal instincts. No longer lost, they turned toward Harosa, like rivers flowing into the sea, silently and devoutly surging toward him.

They passed through his luminous body, which was composed of divine consciousness and the pure essence of reincarnation.

There was no impact, no pain.

In the instant each soul "passes through" him, Harosa clearly "sees" that soul's entire life, feeling all its joys and sorrows, loves and hates. Then, when these imprints come into contact with him, "reincarnation itself," they melt and purify like snowflakes falling into warm water, leaving only the purest essence of spirit, carrying a new, blank state, joyfully flowing into the distance, plunging into the six realms of reincarnation that symbolize rebirth.

He has become part of the cycle of reincarnation! He is personally experiencing the "purification" and "rebirth" of every soul!

This is an unprecedented experience, something that no amount of solitary retreat or ascetic practice can provide; it is the most direct and direct response to the cycle of rebirth.

The deepest control and understanding!

Harosa was immersed in it, eagerly absorbing the vast amount of ultimate mysteries originating from the cycle of all things.

He is no longer an observer or guide; he is the process itself.

Who knows how much time has "passed"—a year, a hundred years, ten thousand years? Time still has no meaning here.

The unique personal aura emanating from Harosa's dazzling divine light body began to gradually weaken and fade.

It is not disappearance, but rather—a transformation at a higher level.

His aura began to merge perfectly with the eternal aura of this underworld realm and the unchanging rhythm of reincarnation, becoming one with it all.

He is Samsara. Samsara is him.

An indescribable sense of perfect perfection, freedom, and majesty was conceived silently.