Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 211 Reforging the Divine Body, the Golden Dragon Youth

Upon hearing this, Harosa raised an eyebrow and deliberately dragged out her words, asking with a hint of teasing, "Oh? Then—is there anything your husband can do to help?"

He deliberately used the self-reference "husband," which carried a clear sense of teasing and intimacy.

Upon hearing this address, two blushes rose on Yali's fair cheeks once again. But this time, she did not refute or correct him. Instead, she gave him a reproachful glance, her eyes carrying an indescribable charm.

She forced herself to remain calm and replied, "There's nothing I need your help with. At your level, the reshaping of the divine body is more about the autonomous integration and shaping of divine consciousness and life energy, which isn't too difficult for me."

Her tone carried the unique confidence and composure of the god of life.

Harosa feigned sudden realization, nodded, and then made a move to rise: "I see, then—may I be leaving?"

"Hey!" Ya Li playfully slapped him, her beautiful eyes wide with annoyance. "If you leave, how am I supposed to rebuild your divine body? If your divine consciousness is too far away, the energy guidance will go astray!"

Harosa looked at her innocently: "But didn't you just say you didn't need my help?"

"How can this be the same?" Yali laughed, annoyed by his deliberately distorted logic. "You call telling me to stay put and not move helping?"

The two bickered like any ordinary married couple, their words mingling with a rare, intimate atmosphere.

A relaxed and intimate atmosphere.

Amidst the seemingly playful banter, Ya-Li's expression gradually turned serious.

She gently raised her slender hand, and a vast and pure life force, like a gentle stream, slowly flowed from her body, permeating the entire independent space. The emerald green divine light was soft and sacred, as if containing the most primordial vitality of the universe.

These life forces did not directly take shape, but rather, as if possessing sentience, slowly surrounded Harosa's divine consciousness, subtly sensing the most fundamental aura and fluctuations of his divine consciousness, as well as the profound meaning of the law of reincarnation.

Harosa also put away his joking expression, relaxed his mind, and completely released his divine sense defenses, allowing Yali's creative life force to explore and guide him.

This is an extremely delicate process. Yali needs to precisely grasp every characteristic of Harosa's divine consciousness, and then, with her supreme life law, condense the purest energy to reshape him from nothing into a divine body that perfectly matches his divine consciousness and his divine king status, and can even unleash his power to the fullest extent!

Although it was mentally taxing, Ya-li enjoyed it.

The emerald light grew increasingly intense, gradually enveloping Harosa's consciousness completely, forming a massive cocoon of light. Upon the cocoon, countless runes containing the mysteries of life naturally arose and vanished, while a transformative reshaping process was underway within.

In another part of the Douluo Continent.

The former site of Shrek Academy.

The ruins that were destroyed by the god-killing fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell have long since disappeared, replaced by a complex of buildings that, while not as large as before, are more exquisitely and meticulously planned.

The towering towers, the spacious plazas, and the iconic Sea God Lake—though smaller, it still exudes an indomitable spirit—all demonstrate the academy's tenacious vitality. The advanced Soul Guidance Technology played a crucial role in enabling the reconstruction to be completed in such a short time.

This place remains a sacred place in the hearts of countless people, but this sacredness now comes more from the "Son of God" who resides here—Tang Wulin.

Shrek Academy's glory and splendor over the past 20,000 years had been tarnished in that earth-shattering explosion. It was Tang Wulin's appearance that rekindled the light of faith within the place.

Perhaps because of the painful lessons learned, the rebuilt Shrek Academy no longer includes a vast commercial area, but has returned to the purest essence of the academy—a pure land focused on cultivation, learning, and nurturing strong individuals.

The atmosphere is solemn and dignified, and the energy concentration far exceeds that of the outside world, making it arguably the number one cultivation holy land on the continent.

This abundant energy stems from Douluo's transformation, and even more so from the Golden Ancient Tree's greedy ability to gather energy under Yun Ming's control.

The absolute core of this sacred land is Tang Wulin, a boy who is only twelve years old but already possesses the Soul Saint realm and whose foundation is far more solid than his peers can imagine.

He himself is a living legend.

At this moment, the academy's largest training ground was bustling with noise. In the center of the ground, a black-haired youth's figure flashed, his fists and feet carrying terrifying power and speed, fiercely clashing with a titled Douluo with profound cultivation.

Even more shockingly, that titled Douluo was completely suppressed, only able to parry and utterly powerless to retaliate!

With each punch the young man threw, there was a faint sound of a dragon's roar. His blood and energy were as vast as the sea, and golden light surrounded his body. His aura was astonishing!

The students and teachers watching from the sidelines erupted in wild cheers and applause: "Son of God! Son of God!" "Golden Dragon King! Invincible!"

The sound was deafening, filled with boundless worship and reverence.

On a distant high platform, Yun Ming and Zang Xin stood side by side, looking at Tang Wulin, who was invincible in the arena, their eyes filled with satisfaction and emotion.

Yun Ming sighed softly, his tone tinged with relief: "He's truly a born legend—fortunately, we weren't born in the same era as him, otherwise, we probably wouldn't even have the right to be a supporting character, that would be truly tragic."

Upon hearing this, Zang Xin burst into laughter and patted Yun Ming's shoulder forcefully: "Old man, what discouraging words are you saying!"

Wu Lin's existence is the glory of an entire era! It is our good fortune to witness and protect his growth!

After laughing, Zang Xin suddenly winked and nudged Yun Ming with his elbow, lowering his voice to say, "Hey, I'm telling you, look how outstanding Wu Lin is, don't you have any ideas? Hurry up and try with your wife to have one too? Maybe by the time the little guy grows up, Wu Lin will have become a god, and then you can take your child with you to bathe in divine light and ascend to heaven together!"

"You're the one who's like a chicken or a dog."

Yun Ming was amused by his words and laughed heartily, a rare hint of pride and anticipation appearing on his face. He stroked his chin and said, "Hehe, no need for you, you old bachelor, to worry. She's already pregnant, and—maybe it'll be triplets."

Zang Xin's eyes widened in disbelief: "You old codger? At your age, you still have this ability? Really?"

Yun Ming rolled his eyes at him, but his smile deepened. The two old friends, who looked like young men but were actually quite old, joked with each other, making some disrespectful remarks, and the air was filled with a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

As they laughed, their gazes turned simultaneously to the golden figure shining brightly in the distance on the training ground, their eyes gradually becoming deep.

Zang Xin sighed softly, his tone tinged with a strange sense of melancholy: "Time—it truly is the most wondrous and cruelest thing in the world."

Yes, time is truly wondrous. It can make people forget those they once deeply loved, make the weak strong, and make those who were once strong feel their own insignificance.

Everything is in motion, changing and developing; even God cannot change it, so don't talk about anything that is eternally unchanging.

A gentle breeze carried the clear, melodious roar of a young boy and the cheers of the crowd from afar, and also stirred the non-existent white hair at the temples of the two old men.

The river of time flows silently, changing everything and writing new stories.

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