Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 242 Twin Gods

His five years of analysis of the Heavenly Sacred Rift Halberd gave him a deeper understanding of the fusion of the two advanced laws of destruction and devouring. This insight itself is an intangible treasure.

With a slight thought, the deep blue divine artifact halberd obediently floated beside him. Although its use was far less intuitive and intuitive than his own natal divine artifact, the "Six Paths of Reincarnation," the power of the God-King and his understanding and application of the law of devouring fragments of the law of destruction were sufficient to activate its annihilation characteristic of "ignoring defense." This could be considered a tangible gain from this trip.

Just as he cleared his mind of distractions and prepared to refocus his attention on further refining his understanding of the core Law of Reincarnation, a familiar and warm aura quietly descended upon the temple.

The temple, which was originally empty, solemn, and filled with the ancient meaning of reincarnation, seemed to become bright and vibrant instantly because of the infusion of this aura.

Yali's figure appeared before Harosa like a ray of light piercing through space, a gentle smile on her face. Her long golden hair flowed with a soft luster, her exquisite face radiated undisguised joy, and her pure golden eyes sparkled as if filled with stars.

"My lord~" Her voice was sweet and coquettish, "During these five years of seclusion, did you ever miss me?"

Looking at the smiling woman before him, Harosa's cold lips involuntarily curled up slightly, and he naturally opened his arms.

Yali nestled into his arms like a fledgling returning to its nest, her strong arms encircling her. He lowered his head, inhaling the unique fragrance of her hair, and replied with a hint of barely perceptible doting in his voice, "I'll think about it."

This answer clearly did not satisfy Yali. She slightly raised her head from his embrace, playfully stuck out her pink tongue, and muttered, "Just a little bit." Ah? How heartbreaking.

""

Harosa chuckled and shook his head, amused by her girlish antics. He gently ran his fingers through her blonde hair and asked, "You don't come here without a reason. Seeing how happy you are, something good must have happened. Did you collect the power of faith very smoothly?"

"Hehe, you guessed half right!" Yali took a half step back from his embrace, her mysterious expression deepening. "But before I show you the 'good stuff,' you have to grant me a small request."

"Oh? What are your requirements?" Harosa raised an eyebrow.

"Temporarily block out all your sensory exploration and spiritual perception, just like—just like an ordinary person closes their eyes." Yali blinked, keeping everyone in suspense.

Harosa found her appearance both amusing and intriguing. Although he didn't know what she was up to, he had a basic trust in Yali and didn't believe she would do anything to harm him.

"What's going on, making it all so mysterious?" he asked, doing as instructed.

His immense god-king level perception receded like a tide, and all his active means of probing the outside world, including sight, hearing, and divine sense scanning, were temporarily shut down. At this moment, he maintained a basic sense of existence only through his connection with the core of the temple, as if he had truly become "blind with his eyes open."

Seeing his cooperation, Yali's smile widened. Without further hesitation, she stirred her life force and the vast power of her faith within her body rippled slightly.

The next moment, a figure almost identical to her original form, accompanied by a warm and holy glow, quietly appeared beside her.

"Alright, husband, you can open your eyes now!" Ya-li's voice was filled with a hint of excitement.

Upon hearing this, Harosa released his self-seal, instantly regaining his god-king level perception. However, the scene that came into his "eyes" startled him slightly—two "Yaris" were standing before him!

They have the same face, the same figure, and the same flow of life force and light. Even the subtle energy fluctuations are extremely similar, as if they were a perfect pair of twin gods.

However, this moment of astonishment lasted less than a breath. Harossa's deep, abyss-like eyes flickered slightly, and his extraordinary divine king perception pierced through the surface, capturing the most fundamental difference.

He pointed precisely at Yali on his left, whose eyes were bright and whose smile was sly, and said with certainty, "This is you."

When Yali herself was identified, the slight smugness on her face immediately vanished, replaced by a perfectly measured hint of disappointment. She dragged out her words, "Yeah—I still couldn't hide it from you. How boring."

Harosa found her feigned disappointment incredibly endearing and couldn't resist pinching her cheek. He chuckled, "I am, after all, a God-King, and I know you so well, from the very essence of your life to the fluctuations of your divine soul. If I couldn't even tell that, wouldn't I be a God-King for nothing?"

17

He withdrew his hand, his gaze filled with intense curiosity and inquiry, and turned to the "Yali" standing quietly beside him, her eyes pure, radiating an even purer light and wave of willpower. He asked, "Alright, stop being so mysterious, tell me quickly, what exactly is going on? What is this other 'you'?"

Seeing that Harosa had gotten to the point, Yali immediately abandoned her playful mood, her face regaining its excited glow. She proudly announced, as if presenting a treasure, "Hehe, my husband, didn't you ask me to collect the power of faith? As planned, I descended two divine proclamations: one to spread the new soul-spirit technology to solve cultivation problems, and the other to announce the reopening of the divine path, giving people hope of becoming gods. The effect was surprisingly good; I harvested a massive amount of extremely pure faith power!"

She paused, then pointed to the Prayer Angel beside her: "Then, a brilliant idea struck me. Instead of directly absorbing or storing this power of faith, I guided it all into my Martial Soul—the Prayer Angel. And guess what? Quantitative change led to qualitative change. After absorbing the faith of the entire continent for five whole years, it—it evolved! It became what it is now, possessing some Martial Soul characteristics, but essentially more like—a special divine artifact!"

Upon hearing that his Martial Soul had evolved into a Divine Artifact, Harosa didn't show much surprise. This wasn't an isolated case in the history of the God Realm; it was a known and powerful path to advancement.

He was more concerned with its grade, and couldn't help but ask, "A divine artifact? What level of divine artifact is it?"

In his mind, Poseidon, the first sea god, was able to evolve his martial soul into the super artifact Trident of the Sea God through faith and achievements. Yali, having gathered the fervent faith of the entire plane for five years, should at least be comparable to a great artifact, right?

However, as he focused his attention on sensing the "prayer angel" before him, his brow furrowed slightly. Strangely, even with his divine king powers, he couldn't clearly determine the specific level of this "divine artifact"!

The energy fluctuations it emitted were very strong, definitely reaching the threshold of a first-level divine artifact. However, its internal law structure and energy properties were completely different from any divine artifact, great divine artifact, or even super divine artifact he knew. It seemed to be a system of its own and could not be measured by the existing framework.

Harosa pondered for a moment longer. A new path, twin gods, but it seemed unreplicable and unique.

Seeing Harosa's slightly furrowed brow, Yali immediately understood his confusion and said with a smile, "Can't you sense exactly what level she is?"

Harosa nodded, acknowledging, "Indeed. Its energy nature—is peculiar, unlike any artifact I've ever seen."

Ya Li explained, "I guess this might be related to the original characteristics of the Prayer Angel Martial Soul. It's inherently biased towards support..."

A martial spirit that senses and responds to prayers possesses a natural affinity for and ability to transform spiritual forces such as faith and willpower. After absorbing a massive amount of the purest faith and willpower, its evolutionary path naturally differs, transcending the scope of traditional divine artifacts.

"Oh? So besides having the same appearance as you and the same energy source as you, what else is special about it?" Harosa asked with great interest. He believed that Yali's excitement was not just because she had an extra "avatar".

Yali puffed out her chest, a hint of pride in her eyes, and stated the most crucial ability: "Her most special ability is—"

"Can die in someone else's place!"

"A substitute death?" Harosa's eyes flashed with surprise upon hearing this. This ability, involving the transformation of the essence of life and the avoidance of absolute death, is indeed extremely rare, even somewhat heaven-defying. This means that in dire situations, Yali has an extremely powerful trump card to save her life.

However, this surprise lasted only a short time. Harosa quickly regained his composure, even a faint, slightly mocking smile appearing on his lips as he commented, "The ability is indeed rare, a veritable life-saving wonder. But—upon closer reflection, it seems rather useless."

"Useless?!" Yali immediately protested, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. "How is it useless? It's so powerful! It's like having an extra life!"

Seeing her eagerness to legitimize her "child," Harosa's smile deepened. He reached out and gently stroked Ari's soft, golden hair, his touch tender and full of affection. His voice was deep and resolute: "Because I will protect you. As long as I'm here, I won't let you find yourself in a dangerous situation that requires you to use this 'substitute' ability. Your safety is my responsibility."

This sudden, domineering yet gentle declaration, like the sweetest honey, instantly extinguished the little bit of "righteous indignation" in Yali's heart.

Her previously puffed-up cheeks flushed a beautiful blush that spread visibly to her ears. She lowered her head, her thick, curled golden eyelashes trembling slightly, and mumbled softly, her voice full of shyness and sweetness: "Hmph—you, you're so good at saying such sweet things—"

The slight displeasure I felt at being told my abilities were "useless" has long since vanished, replaced by a deep sense of happiness from being cherished and protected.