Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 210 belongs to the category of feelings that grow over time.

Harosa achieved godhood, and with the first super artifact completed, he was in high spirits.

He looked down at the three subordinate gods who were still immersed in excitement and glory, and said calmly, "I have left a divine thought in the side hall, and I will be expounding on the mysteries of the law of reincarnation here in the coming days. You three have made contributions this time, so you may go and listen and comprehend it. How much you can comprehend depends on your own destiny."

After saying this, before the three could react, his figure quietly faded away, and his divine sense had already crossed endless space, passed through the gate of the underworld, and directly descended into the Douluo plane.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hua, Yuan Feng, and Deng Fengqiao were stunned at first, and then their faces lit up with unbelievable joy!

The God-King himself preached, and it concerned the fundamental law of reincarnation! This is an unimaginable opportunity for any deity!

The three exchanged excited glances, each seeing boundless excitement and longing in the other's eyes. They disregarded everything else and immediately transformed into three streaks of light, rushing impatiently towards the side hall of the temple.

Douluo Continent.

Harosa's divine consciousness appeared quietly, without causing any unusual phenomena in the heavens and earth. Unlike before, this time, there was no longer that sense of rejection from the plane's ruler, filled with disgust and fear, forcibly pulling him into a certain consciousness space.

Even the most basic dimensional repulsion disappeared without a trace, as if he were a natural part of this plane, silently and harmoniously integrated.

He had only been there a moment when a soft green ripple appeared in the space in front of him, and a stunningly beautiful figure quietly materialized.

Yali was still wearing that simple, elegant divine dress, her long golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall woven from sunlight. Her face remained holy and compassionate, radiating a vast life force, as if she embodied all the beauty in the world.

However, when she saw Harosa standing unharmed before her, a complex and indescribable emotion instantly intertwined in her clear, autumn-water-like eyes—a subtle relaxation, a suppressed worry, and finally, strands of resentment and questioning.

Her voice was no longer as gentle and ethereal as before; instead, it carried a hint of urgency and—forcefulness—that she herself didn't even realize: "Where have you been for the past three years?! Didn't we agree that we could contact you through that skull figurine? Three whole years! Not a single word! You know—you know—"

She paused, seemingly realizing that her emotions were getting out of control, but her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Harosa, as if trying to find the answer in his face.

Harosa watched her quietly, taking in every subtle change in her expression.

Far from being angered by her almost offensive question, he instead curled his lips into a playful smile, deliberately softening his tone as he countered, "You seem—very concerned about me?"

"No way!" Ya-li's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, as if her secret had been exposed.

The forced composure she had just displayed vanished instantly, her eyes darting away in a flustered manner, her voice unconsciously lowering, tinged with a girlish shyness, "I—I just thought something had happened to you—after all, after all, our cooperation isn't over yet, I—I was worried that without your support, things—would go wrong again in the Douluo Continent—"

Her explanation seemed weak and feeble, and even the roots of her ears turned an alluring pink.

Harosa's amusement deepened. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and chuckled, "Oh? So you're only worried about the cooperation and the Douluo Plane? Is that really it?"

His deep gaze seemed to see right through people's hearts, making Yali's heart beat even faster.

She dared not meet his gaze, her head bowed, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, and she insisted in a voice barely audible, "Yes—that's it—"

Harosa took another step forward, and now the two were almost touching. He could even smell the unique, fresh, and vibrant fragrance emanating from Yali.

Yali seemed to freeze in place, neither retreating nor making any other movement, but her cheeks became increasingly rosy, like a ripe peach.

Harosa extended a finger and gently lifted her smooth chin, forcing her to look up at him. His voice possessed a captivating magnetism, yet also carried an undeniable domineering air: "But, why do I feel—you're lying?"

He reached out an arm and wrapped it around Yali's waist, pulling her tightly against his body. Caught off guard, Yali let out a short gasp and was completely enveloped in his embrace.

Through the thin fabric of their clothes, they could feel each other's body temperature and contours. Her face instantly flushed crimson, her heart pounded like a drum, and her body trembled slightly, yet strangely, she didn't struggle. (It was a spiritual connection, but don't take the details too literally; this is just a description.)

Her voice was barely audible, filled with endless shyness and a hint of barely perceptible expectation: "No—not here—"

Harosa chuckled softly and readily agreed, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

With a casual wave of his hand, the surrounding scenery instantly transformed, and the two found themselves in a tranquil and private space created by divine power. The grass was lush and green, and in the distance, a hazy halo simulated the sun, moon, and stars, warm yet secluded.

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Since Harosa was not a physical divine body at this moment, but a manifestation of powerful divine consciousness, the fusion between the two was closer to an ultimate intimacy at the soul level. The trembling and pleasure it brought far surpassed that of mortal flesh, and the taste was even more intense, as if their souls were trembling and sublimating in resonance.

After a long, long time, the intense heat and allure that permeated the private space gradually subsided, transforming into a languid and contented tranquility.

Yali's cheeks still held a blush of passion, like the first glow after rain. She lay softly on Harosa's (the manifestation of his consciousness) chest, her slender fingers unconsciously tracing circles on his heart.

Her voice was soft and sticky with the afterglow, like melted honey: "Your body—it feels different than before, it's like—it's gone?"

She could sense that what was embracing her at that moment was not a real body of flesh and blood, but a purer, more primal, yet somewhat illusory, energy condensation.

Harosa gently stroked her long, golden hair, as smooth as the finest silk, feeling the strands flow through his fingertips. He explained calmly, "Yes, to take that final step and become a God-King, one must die once in a special place. The old divine body has already vanished in the cycle of reincarnation."

Upon hearing this, Yali raised her head, a hint of surprise and understanding appearing on her exquisite face. She then asked with concern, "Then—do you need me to help you reconstruct a divine body?"

As the goddess of life, she wields the power of creation and nourishment, possessing an unparalleled ability to sculpt perfect bodies. Her eyes shone with a sincere light, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

Harosa looked down at her beautiful face so close to his, a hint of mockery in his eyes. He deliberately lowered his voice, his tone slightly frivolous and teasing: "Oh? Is this—payment for my services?"

"Ah!" Ya Li was immediately embarrassed and annoyed. She raised her small fist and lightly punched his chest, glaring at him angrily. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she was both ashamed and angry: "You! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Of course not! How could you—how could you think like that!

She seemed genuinely angry, cupping Harossa's face in her hands and forcing him to look at her, her tone earnest yet tinged with a hint of grievance: "I'm serious! Without a divine body, one is ultimately incomplete! And—and—"

She paused, her voice lowering, filled with barely concealed worry, "Pure energy beings are most easily restrained by forces with devouring properties—I don't want you to—"

Seeing her anxious and earnest expression, Harosa's teasing dissipated, replaced by an indescribable warmth. He lowered his head and naturally kissed her smooth forehead, letting out a deep, pleasant laugh: "Hahaha, just kidding, don't be angry."

His smile faded, his gaze softening slightly as he brushed his fingertips across her cheek. "I came here specifically to see you. In this Douluo Continent, when it comes to reshaping a divine body, who is more suitable than you, the God of Life?"

He frankly admitted his needs. Indeed, although he was already the Reincarnation God King with unparalleled divine consciousness, a simple divine consciousness body had many limitations, especially when facing certain types of enemies, he was easily at a disadvantage.

A divine body that perfectly aligns with divine consciousness and is incomparably powerful is essential. And Yali's life-creating divine power is undoubtedly the best choice.

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