Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 213 Incompetent Husband, Competent Boss

Tang San's fragmented soul was in turmoil, but on the surface it maintained an almost icy calm.

His core purpose is to guide Tang Wulin through the Sea God's trial and ensure his safe growth, rather than to wage war again against a terrifying evil god who could have driven his father to such a predicament.

The brief clash with Harosa last time had already taken a huge toll, and now this wisp of soul is almost gone. If it were to force a confrontation with Harosa again, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock, and it would be annihilated in an instant.

He remained silent for a moment, his illusory figure trembling slightly, and slowly said in a voice devoid of any emotion, "Father, forgive my bluntness, but this is not my duty. The power of my divided soul is too weak to be of any use; maintaining its manifestation is already a struggle, and I am truly powerless to reverse the situation."

Before Tang Hao could respond, Tang San's split soul transformed into specks of golden-blue light, quickly dissipating like a flickering candle in the wind. It then returned to the now-dimmed trident mark between Tang Wulin's brows, sinking into a deeper state of dormancy to recover its power.

Within the space of consciousness, only Tang Wulin remained, along with Tang Hao's lingering resentment filled with despair and longing.

"Wu Lin—Wu Lin!" Tang Hao's voice was choked with sobs, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw. "Go talk to your father! I'm begging you! Only you can awaken more of his power! Help your grandfather, help your grandmother!"

Tang Hao was now at his wit's end. His original plan was to lie low and take advantage of the slow recovery of the Douluo plane to nourish his remnant soul and accumulate power, so that when the time was right, he could extract a massive amount of life energy to revive Ah Yin.

Harosa's return shattered his illusions completely. Faced with absolute power, all his calculations seemed pale and laughable.

He was truly afraid, truly afraid of Harosa.

However, Tang Wulin's reaction was completely unexpected.

The boy stood there silently. His face, still bearing the marks of childhood but already showing a resolute outline, remained unmoved, only his tightly pursed lips revealing his displeasure.

The fact that he didn't curse out loud on the spot is already a testament to the self-restraint he received from childhood as the "son of God."

To acknowledge this suddenly appearing, whining, and utterly unrefined voice as my grandfather? That's utterly ridiculous!

Who is Tang Wulin? Born with twin top-tier martial souls, possessing divine power, he is hailed as the son of the Sea God, the focus of everyone's attention, and destined to stand at the pinnacle of the continent!

His grandfather? He should at least be a towering, incomparably powerful hero, how could he be this useless person who couldn't even protect his own wife, whose divine body was shattered, and who could only cry and beg his grandson?

Yes, in the proud Tang Wulin's mind, he had already labeled this "grandfather" he had never met as a "good-for-nothing".

He raised his golden eyes, his gaze cold and distant, his tone even more unapproachable, filled with undisguised indifference and accusation: "Release your restraints on me. Since you became the ruler of this plane with my father's help, enjoying its power and sustenance, you should shoulder the responsibility of protecting it, instead of here, making things difficult for a child of only ten years old, trying to squeeze the life-saving power my father left me."

These words were like the sharpest knife, piercing through Tang Hao's last bit of pitiful self-esteem.

The space of consciousness fluctuated violently for a moment, then receded like a tide. Tang Wulin returned to the warm treehouse of the Golden Ancient Tree, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

Meanwhile, Tang Hao's remnant soul, hidden deep within the plane, fell into a deathly silence and self-doubt.

"Useless—Am I, Tang Hao—truly a piece of trash?" Tang Wulin's cold words and Harosa's past contemptuous title of "drunkard trash" echoed in his remnant soul like a curse.

The immense humiliation and powerlessness nearly tore his soul apart.

"No!!! I'm not trash!!" he roared silently, his remaining will twisted by extreme humiliation. "I am not! Abyss! Harosa! Since you've all set your sights on the Douluo Plane, and all want to devour it—"

"Then I'll let you dogs fight it out! The Douluo Continent is mine! No one will get it easily!"

A crazy and malicious thought began to grow in his twisted mind.

On the other side, in the independent space that Yali had created.

The radiance of life force gradually stabilized. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yali's forehead, clearly indicating that this exertion had taken a toll on her.

Before her, what floated was no longer Harosa's divine consciousness, nor a concrete humanoid body, but an oval shape about the height of a person, its entire body shimmering with chaotic light.

Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, and inside, countless tiny black, moon white, and emerald green light spots seem to be constantly being born, dying, and merging along some mysterious trajectory, emitting a strange aura that contains both endless vitality and the cycle of death and perfect balance.

This is not a simple body of flesh and blood, but rather a being constructed from the purest life essence and the divine power of reincarnation.

The "Embryo of Law" most suitable to bear the position of Harosa, the God-King of Reincarnation!

Yali let out a long sigh of relief, looking at her "work," a hint of satisfaction and exhaustion flashing in her eyes. She said softly, "Alright—quickly merge your divine consciousness into it. It will automatically evolve into the form that best suits you based on the origin of your divine consciousness."

Upon hearing this, Harosa's sphere of divine consciousness slowly flew towards the ellipse, disappearing into it without hindrance, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

hum!

The ellipsoid suddenly burst forth with a brilliant yet not dazzling tri-colored divine light! The chaotic luster on its surface began to fluctuate violently, and its internal structure was being reshaped and evolved at an astonishing speed!

Under Yali's unwavering gaze, the outline of the elliptical body began to stretch and change, gradually revealing clear limbs, torso, and head.

As the light faded, a flawless divine body was revealed!

He was tall and imposing, far surpassing ordinary people, with a perfectly proportioned physique. Every inch of his skin seemed to be meticulously sculpted from the finest Daoist divine gold, containing explosive power and a perfect cycle of reincarnation.

The skin has a healthy, warm, jade-like luster, yet it also subtly reveals its inner resilience and indestructibility.

He had a handsome face, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards to his temples, a high nose bridge, and well-defined lips. Yet, when combined, he did not appear effeminate at all. Instead, he exuded the majesty and indifference of someone in a superior position.

Especially those eyes that slowly opened, deep as a starry abyss, with the creation scene of all things flowing in the depths of the left pupil, while the right eye reflected the scene of the six realms of reincarnation and the final destination of all beings in annihilation. Just one glance was enough to make gods and demons fall into depravity.

It's clear that Yali put a lot of effort into this divine body.

His long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the ends of which were naturally tinged with a faint moon-white radiance. It moved without wind, gently swaying and creating subtle ripples of the laws of reincarnation.

This divine body perfectly blends the vitality of life with the majesty of reincarnation; it is handsome, powerful, and supreme—the very posture befitting a reincarnation god-king!

Yali was completely stunned. As the goddess of life, she had created countless perfect beings, but she had never seen a body so perfectly in accordance with the laws of nature, so breathtakingly beautiful.

Almost instinctively, she stepped forward, reached out her slightly trembling hand, gently hugged Harosa's arm, pressed her cheek against his cool and firm chest, and took a deep breath.

It was an extremely peculiar scent, a blend of the freshness of earth after rain, the solitude of ancient stars, and an indescribable, comforting, and intoxicating fragrance of law.

"You—you smell so good—" Yali tilted her head back, her eyes glazed over, murmuring to herself, completely immersed in this unprecedented sensory experience.

Harosa looked down at the Goddess of Life in his arms, who rarely showed such a girlish side, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his cold lips.

He reached out and embraced her slender, soft waist, pressing her closer to his body as they felt their breaths mingling.

He lowered his head, breathing warm air into her ear, his voice deep and seductive: "It seems—you're quite satisfied with this new body? In that case—how about we—do it again?"

Yali's pretty face instantly flushed crimson, even the tips of her ears turning pink. She buried her burning cheeks in his chest, her voice barely audible, yet carrying a clear hint of expectation and submission:

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