Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 239 The Power of Wishes

Time flies, and in the five years following the manifestation of the Goddess of Life and the descent of the God Ranking, Douluo Continent entered an unprecedented period of stability and development.

People's faith in the goddess of life, Yali, has not faded with the passage of time. On the contrary, with the popularization and application of the new soul technology and the continued inspiration of the ultimate hope of "restarting the path to godhood", it has become more and more deeply rooted and devout.

Every year, countless newborns hear about the grace of the Goddess of Life for the first time under the guidance of their elders.

Every year, young soul masters, after acquiring a compatible soul spirit, sincerely express their gratitude for the goddess's gift.

Every year, powerful titled Douluo diligently cultivate and comprehend the God Ranking, hoping for the "calling of the gods" that is both distant and real.

This collective faith, transcending age, class, and region, has transformed into an immense and inexhaustible torrent of spiritual power, flowing day and night through the God Ranking Network towards Yali, who resides high in the clouds.

Yali did not use this massive amount of faith power for any other purpose. She focused wholeheartedly on guiding and infusing it into her Prayer Angel Martial Soul.

It's like a bottomless pit. No matter how much pure light of faith pours in, the angel of prayer accepts it all. Its form becomes more solid and its radiance more holy, and its similarity to Yali's original form reaches an astonishing 100%. But the expected, decisive "qualitative change" threshold seems to be forever out of reach.

One year, two years—five years have quietly passed.

Ya Li, who had been sitting silently like a statue at the intersection of the God Realm of Samsara and the Douluo Plane for a long time, suddenly let out a long, gentle breath.

That aura seemed to contain a rich vitality and a faint glow.

She slowly opened her pure golden eyes, her gaze immediately falling on the object that had been hovering in front of her.

Face to face with oneself, above the prayer angel, almost like a mirror image.

The infusion of faith power, which had lasted for five years like rivers flowing into the sea, finally ceased completely at this moment. It wasn't that Yali intentionally stopped it, but rather that the prayer angel itself seemed to have reached a certain saturation point, no longer absorbing even the slightest bit of external force.

"Phew—it's finally stopped—" Yali's voice carried a hint of relieved languor, mixed with an undisguised curiosity and anticipation. She stretched out her slender finger and gently tapped the smooth forehead of the Prayer Angel, her tone carrying a touch of affectionate reproach, "You little rascal, you really can eat. It took a full five years, gathering the highest and most devout faith power from the entire continent, to feed you properly."

Surprisingly, the angel of prayer, which was entirely composed of the power of the angels of light, actually blushed with a very human-like shyness (albeit as a halo effect) the moment it was touched by Yali's fingertip. It even lowered its head slightly, like a child who was embarrassed by being told by an elder that he was greedy.

This scene startled Ya Li slightly, a genuine surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes. She had only said it casually, but she hadn't expected the other person to actually react? She couldn't help but examine this "herself" in front of her even more closely.

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Whether it's the exquisiteness of her facial features, the luster and texture of her skin, or her long hair that reaches her waist and flows with a golden halo, even including every curve of her figure, it is exactly the same as her original self, like the most perfect replica in the world.

Yali could even sense that the energy fluctuations emanating from the other party, the vast life force and the pressure of a first-level god, were completely equal to her own!

"Same face, same figure, even the same cultivation level—" Yali circled the Prayer Angel, examining it from every angle, growing more and more astonished. "Could it be that most of that massive amount of faith power was used to forcibly boost your strength to the level of a first-level god?"

She felt this might be an important reason. After all, the energy required to elevate something that is essentially a martial spirit to the same level as a physical god would be astronomical.

In the Douluo Continent today, after numerous upheavals and the revival of life, the population far exceeds that of any period in history. Coupled with an unprecedented unity and fervor in faith, the total amount of faith power accumulated in these five years is so immense that it is probably comparable to or even surpasses the achievements of the first sea god Poseidon accumulated over a thousand years.

Logically, it seems plausible to use such a massive amount of energy to "replicate" a first-level deity.

But Yali always felt that things weren't that simple. If it was just a copy of an "avatar" with the same divine power, although it would be extremely powerful and practical, it didn't seem to be worthy of such a massive investment of faith, and it might not be able to achieve the kind of "qualitative change" that she longed for deep down.

She calmed herself down, closed her eyes, and stopped relying on sight and energy perception. Instead, she explored the core essence of the Prayer Angel through the most fundamental and profound connection between the Martial Soul and its host.

This investigation indeed revealed something different!

To outsiders, the aura of the Prayer Angel is identical to that of her true form, both being pure and boundless life force.

But in that deepest connection, Yali clearly "saw" that the fundamental element constituting the existence of the Prayer Angel was not divine power, but a strange energy flow that was purer, more condensed, and radiated a soft glow.

This energy flow felt very familiar to her, yet it was countless times purer than ordinary faith power.

"This is—the essence of the power of faith? No, it's even purer than the power of faith—" Yali focused her senses, trying to find an accurate description of this energy. "It's somewhat like the most primal willpower," but it seems—purer and more fundamental than willpower.

According to her understanding of energy levels, ordinary prayers contain all the desires and expectations of living beings.

Distractions, these mixed thoughts, mixed together, formed the initial "willpower".

Only the relatively pure portion obtained after being refined and impurities removed by God can be called "power of faith" and can be absorbed and utilized by God.

The energy she sensed at this moment, which constituted the core of the Prayer Angel, was far purer and more refined than any other power of faith she knew. It was as if the most essential and flawless part of the power of will, the "essence of prayer," had been purified to the extreme.

This is a kind of pure "prayer" power that is almost conceptual!

Yali opened her eyes, her gaze filled with surprise and inquiry. She reached out again, this time not with energy, but as if touching a real person, gently pinching the cheek of the Prayer Angel, which was composed of a halo and yet had a warm and delicate touch.

"It feels pretty good—" Yali muttered, then looked at the golden eyes of the Prayer Angel, which were exactly the same as hers but seemed to contain some kind of naive spirituality, and tentatively asked, "Hey, are you now—am I my Martial Soul, or—a special divine artifact?"

She asked the question because the "shy" expression she saw earlier convinced her that the prayer angel was not an inanimate object, but rather possessed a certain degree of consciousness or spirituality.

However, when faced with Yali's question, the human shyness on the angel's face quickly faded, replaced by a pure, ethereal bewilderment.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Yali, her large golden eyes filled with incomprehension, as if she couldn't understand what Yali was asking, more like a newborn baby who knew nothing about the world.

Yali frowned as she looked at the other person's "clumsy" appearance.

"It seems rather foolish—does it lack true, independent self-awareness? Was its reaction just instinct? Or is its consciousness still in an extremely rudimentary, undeveloped state?"

The prayer angel before me is like an exquisite doll with a perfect shell and great power, yet empty inside, or rather, a special life form that has just ignited the fire of its soul but has not yet formed a complete mind.

Five years of massive infusion of faith created a peculiar being whose appearance, strength, and essence were identical to the original body, but whose nature was composed of the purest willpower, possessing a faint spirituality but no complete consciousness.

Was this a success, or an incomplete achievement? Yali fell into deep thought. How should she guide the path ahead? Everything seemed fraught with unknowns and possibilities.

Yali stared intently into the eyes of the praying angel, seemingly trying to discern any signs of wisdom within those bewildered eyes, but to no avail.