Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 244 Douluo God Realm (4K)

Having determined the astonishingly distant coordinates of the Crimson Plane, Harosa did not rush into action.

He knew all too well that travel on a cosmic scale was entirely different from traversing planes. In the vast and boundless sea of ​​stars, not all areas were suitable for high-speed travel.

The spatial structure of many zones is extremely fragile and unstable, like an ocean full of reefs. The slightest carelessness could cause a large-scale spatial collapse due to excessively violent energy fluctuations or spatial jumps, which would be a devastating disaster. Even gods would be in grave danger if they were caught in it.

In contrast, physical planes like Douluo Star, with their powerful gravitational field and stable spacetime structure, can act as an "anchor," making the surrounding space relatively safe.

With the current level of soul guidance technology in the Douluo Galaxy, although it has initially acquired the ability to travel between star systems, if it were to rely on conventional power or short-range space jumps to reach the Crimson Plane, it would be a long and almost hopeless journey measured in "ten thousand years".

Even traveling to the relatively nearby Dragon Horse Galaxy would take an extremely long time.

Harosa muttered to himself, a thoughtful glint in his eyes: "Conventional methods are too inefficient. Perhaps—we need to utilize some natural 'shortcuts' in the universe—wormholes."

Among the fragments of his memories that spanned time and space, there was a vague mention of some unstable natural wormholes between the Douluo Galaxy and the Longma Galaxy.

If these tunnels connecting distant points in time and space could be found and reliably utilized, travel time could be greatly shortened. More importantly, he knew that the vast Dragon-Horse Galaxy separated the Douluo Galaxy from the Crimson Domain. If he could reach the Dragon-Horse Galaxy first, the journey to the Crimson Domain would be significantly reduced.

After carefully recording and sealing the specific coordinates of the Crimson Plane, Harosa returned to the core of the Temple of Reincarnation. He needed to rely on the powerful detection capabilities of the Divine Realm's central hub, which covered the entire galaxy and could perceive the rules of the universe to a certain extent, to search for those elusive natural wormholes that sometimes opened and sometimes closed.

This is also a massive undertaking. The Douluo Galaxy is so vast that even a God-King could not instantly survey every corner with his divine sense. Moreover, wormholes themselves are extremely unstable, with their existence and location exhibiting tremendous randomness.

The wormhole connecting the Dragon Horse Galaxy in his memory might not have been formed at this point in time, or it might be hidden in some extremely secluded corner of the star system.

It takes patience and a bit of luck.

Meanwhile, in another unknown and dangerous area of ​​Yu Shen.

This is not a dazzling galaxy, but the edge of the event horizon of a colossal black hole that devours all light. Terrifying gravity tears spacetime apart, and even light cannot escape.

However, in this absolute silence and darkness, there are seven faint but incredibly tenacious points of light, like candles flickering in a storm, desperately resisting the gravitational pull that is strong enough to crush stars!

These seven points of light were actually seven divine beings who had been unexpectedly drawn into this desolate place!

One of them, radiating a deep blue light, vaguely reveals the phantoms of mountains, oceans, and magnificent temples—the Douluo God Realm, which has been swept away by the turbulent flow of time and space for a long time!

The other six divine realms each have their own unique characteristics:

A pure and warm platinum halo, seemingly formed from the condensation of light elements, is the divine realm of the children of light.

A realm brimming with bloodlust, boundless fighting spirit, and brimming with wildness and power—the realm of the Mad Gods.

A realm of benevolent death gods, where a profound and deathly stillness is imbued with a strange balance and a sense of judgment.

A realm shrouded in ethereal beauty, imbued with the natural charm of Taoism, and possessing a transcendent and otherworldly atmosphere—this is the realm of the immortals, where I alone reign supreme.

With its streamlined appearance, full of futuristic technology and space, it is the Realm of the Stars of Space.

A faint, ethereal melody, filled with artistic and spiritual rhythm, seemed to be constructed from musical notes, representing the divine realm of the Qin Emperor.

The environment inside a black hole is extremely harsh. Not only is the gravity terrifying, but more strangely, the rate at which divine power is consumed here is far greater than outside, and it is almost impossible to replenish energy from the void. Each divine realm is like a slow-moving blood loss, and the situation is constantly becoming critical.

At this critical juncture, representatives from the seven divine realms, each a god-king or supreme ruler, were forced to set aside their pride and gather in a relatively stable inter-divine conference space temporarily created by the Douluo God Realm.

The meeting was chaired by a man with long, sea-blue hair, extremely handsome features, and a calm demeanor tinged with a subtle, almost imperceptible melancholy.

He was dressed in the divine armor of the Sea God, with faint phantom images of ocean tides surging around him. He was none other than Tang San, the Sea God and Asura God who controlled the Douluo God Realm.

His aura swept over the other six god-kings present, his voice clear and solemn: "Gentlemen, I need not elaborate on the current situation. The power of any one of our divine realms alone is insufficient to resist the black hole's devouring for long. The only way forward is to join forces, for there is a glimmer of hope."

The representative of the divine realm of the Children of Light is a man shrouded in soft holy light, with a compassionate and peaceful face—the God King of Light, Chang Gongwei.

He nodded slightly, his voice gentle yet firm: "What Tang San, the God King, said is absolutely right. The light does not wish to be extinguished; cooperation is the only option."

The representative of the Mad God Realm was a man with red hair and red eyes, bulging muscles, and an aura of madness emanating from him—the Mad God Lei Xiang. He snorted coldly, his voice booming like thunder: "Enough nonsense! How do we cooperate? I don't want to die a cowardly death here!"

The benevolent representative of the God of Death was a man clad in a black cloak, his aura as silent as an abyss—Death God Adai. His voice was calm and unwavering: "Survival first. Adai agrees to the alliance."

The representative of the Celestial Realm, the only one worthy of the title, was an elderly man with an air of otherworldly grace, holding a whisk, seemingly detached from the mortal world—the Celestial Emperor Hailong. He stroked his long beard, his eyes gleaming with wisdom: "Unity brings life, division brings death. This is the way of Heaven. I have no objection."

The representative of the Starry Sky God Realm was a man clad in streamlined silver armor, with eyes as sharp as an eagle's—the Heavenly Emperor Tianhen. He calmly analyzed, "Energy consumption is the biggest problem. Cooperation must resolve energy sharing and coordinated defense."

The representative of the Qin Emperor God Realm is a man of elegant temperament, holding an ancient zither in his arms, whose fingertips seem ready to flow with beautiful music at any moment. He is Qin Emperor Ye Yinzhu.

He gently stroked the strings, producing a clear and melodious note: "Even music needs harmony, let alone the divine realm. I agree to unite and overcome this difficulty together."

Seeing that everyone had basically reached a consensus, Tang San took a deep breath and put forward his groundbreaking idea: "Since everyone agrees to unite, I propose that we no longer be satisfied with a loose alliance. We should carry out a deep integration of the central hubs of the seven divine realms!"

"With our seven divine realms at the core, drawing upon the unique laws of spacetime we comprehended while resisting the gravity of black holes, let us jointly create an unprecedented and more powerful Great Divine Circle—a circle shared by our seven divine realms!"

This proposal moved all the god-kings present. Merging with the central core of the divine realm meant binding the foundations, laws, and even the destinies of their respective divine realms together. The risks were immense, but if successful, the power that could be unleashed would be far beyond what could be achieved by simply adding them together!

After intense and careful discussions, and weighing the pros and cons, the desire to survive ultimately prevailed. The representatives of the seven divine realms jointly passed the decision, established a sacred pact, and returned to their respective divine realms to begin the most crucial preparations before the fusion.

Tang San returned to the Douluo God Realm, his composed mask concealing an unyielding solemnity and a hint of worry. He returned to the Sea God's Temple at the heart of the God Realm, his home with his wife, Xiao Wu.

Inside the bedchamber, a woman with stunning beauty, yet pale and weak, leaned against the window, gazing intently at the unchanging darkness outside and the six faint points of light in the distance.

She was wearing a light pink dress, which only made her skin look even more pale. She was none other than Tang San's wife, the Soft Bone Douluo Xiao Wu.

Long-term worries, missing her son Tang Wulin, and the harsh environment of the God Realm caused her health to deteriorate, leaving her constantly sickly.

Seeing Tang San return, Xiao Wu tried to force a smile, but it only resulted in a slight cough. Tang San immediately stepped forward and skillfully and gently embraced her, his warm divine power slowly flowing into her, attempting to dispel the chill in her body.

"Third Brother, you're back." Xiao Wu's voice was weak and gentle. "How did the meeting go?"

Tang San instinctively wanted to flash that reassuring smile that seemed to say he could handle anything, to tell his wife that everything was under control. But the couple's hearts were connected, and Xiao Wu keenly noticed the deep sorrow etched on his brow.

She reached out her slightly cool hand and gently smoothed Tang San's furrowed brows, her eyes filled with concern and heartache: "Third Brother, don't lie to me. I know you have something on your mind, is it—that things are not good?"

Tang San held her hand, feeling its heartbreaking coldness. Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, he sighed and selectively said, "It's alright, it's good news. The seven of us from the God Realm have reached a consensus; we have a way to escape this black hole."

He tried to comfort his wife with good news.

Xiao Wu shook her head, a bitter smile of understanding appearing on her pale face: "Third Brother, don't I know you well enough?"

If it were truly good news, you wouldn't be frowning so deeply. Tell me, what's still bothering you?

Under his wife's clear and persistent gaze, Tang San finally succumbed.

He was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't know why, but I've been feeling uneasy lately. I have a feeling that something unexpected might have happened on Douluo Star, our home planet."

"Douluo Star—" Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu's eyes dimmed even more, her breathing became rapid, and she couldn't help but cough again, tears welling up in her eyes. "My Wu Lin—he's still on Douluo Star—could it be—"

Tang San quickly hugged her tighter and gently comforted her, "Xiao Wu, don't think too much. Your father and mother are on Douluo Star, they will take good care of Wu Lin. We will be able to leave here and return to Douluo soon. Then you will be able to see our son, he will surely have grown into a strong and upright man, and maybe—he will even have found you a beautiful daughter-in-law."

Xiao Wu knew the immense pressure her husband carried; he had to support the entire divine realm and worry about her as well. She couldn't bear to cause him further worry, so she suppressed her unease and longing, forcing a smile onto her pale face. Though weak, the smile was filled with trust and love for her husband: "Yes—I believe in Third Brother. We will definitely get back."

Under Tang San's gentle divine power, Xiao Wu, exhausted, slowly fell into a deep sleep in his arms, a tear still clinging to the corner of her eye.

Tang San carefully picked her up and gently placed her on the bed covered with soft brocade quilts, tucking her in.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at his wife's slightly furrowed brows and pale face, even in her sleep. His usual sternness and composure had completely vanished, leaving only endless tenderness and deep weariness in his eyes.

He gently held Xiao Wu's hand, silently making a vow in his heart: "Don't worry, Xiao Wu. We'll be back soon. When we return to Douluo and see a healthy Wu Lin, your illness will definitely get better. Trust me, your third brother will arrange everything and take you home."

After a long while, he gently released his hand, setting up a soundproof and protective barrier for Xiao Wu. Then he turned around, his gentleness replaced by determination. He left the bedchamber and headed to the core of the Douluo God Realm—the God Realm Central Control Room.

Inside the control room, light flowed, and countless complex runes danced on a huge light screen.

A young man with long blue hair, a calm demeanor, and deep eyes was intently controlling the central hub of the divine realm, stabilizing the divine realm's posture under the black hole's gravity.

He was none other than Tang San's son-in-law, the God of Emotions, Dai Yuhao. Beside him, Tang San's daughter, the Butterfly Goddess Tang Wutong, was also assisting him. Her appearance was seven-tenths similar to Xiao Wu's, but her brows had a more heroic air about them.

There are also other core deities of the Douluo God Realm, such as Zhou Weiqing, the God of Destruction; Dai Mubai, the God of War; and Oscar, the God of Food, each performing their duties with solemn expressions.

Seeing that Dai Yuhao was now capable of standing on his own and steadily shouldering the heavy responsibility of stabilizing the God Realm's central hub, Tang San couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It was precisely the strength of this new generation that supported the Douluo God Realm in persevering through dire circumstances.

"Father-in-law." Dai Yuhao noticed Tang San's arrival and immediately bowed respectfully.

Tang San waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over every deity steadfastly holding their post in the control room, and said in a deep voice, "How are the preparations going? The fusion of the seven divine realms cannot afford any mistakes."

"Everything is proceeding according to plan. The Divine Realm Central Hub has been adjusted to its optimal state and is ready to respond to the fusion command at any time," Dai Yuhao reported calmly, his eyes filled with determination.

Tang San nodded, his gaze once again fixed on the endless darkness outside the control room and the six distant points of light. A high-stakes gamble concerning the survival of the Seven God Realms was about to begin.

He could only suppress his inexplicable worries about Douluo Star for the time being and focus on dealing with the crisis at hand.

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