Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 274 Don't call me Aunt Xue, call your dad.

The dust has settled on the Dragon Horse Galaxy. That once majestic and vibrant star field is now nothing but a desolate and decaying ember.

Harosa and Yali had already disappeared into the stable wormhole and returned to their base camp, the Realm of Reincarnation, in the Douluo Galaxy.

Leaving this shattered starry sky behind, what remains is endless nothingness and the future of a race struggling to survive in the ruins, having lost its top experts and core resources, and now reduced to "rotten fish and shrimp" on the edge of the universe.

The complete depletion of the Dragon-Horse Gemini symbolizes the fracture of the backbone of this galaxy; its glory has fallen like a meteor and will never be seen again.

Douluo Galaxy, the Realm of Reincarnation Gods.

Having traversed the stable wormhole and felt the familiar fluctuations of the divine realm's laws, Ya Li's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

She let out a long sigh of relief, a relaxed smile appearing on her beautiful face, and said softly, "I'm finally back—thankfully, the divine realm as a whole is alright."

Although she had some prior knowledge through divine sense, she only truly felt at ease after personally setting foot on the land of the gods and feeling the network of laws, which, though slightly weak, remained stable.

Harosa nodded slightly. As the ruler of the divine realm, his divine sense was already like an invisible network, instantly sweeping through every corner of the divine realm through the core of the cycle of reincarnation.

Mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, countless temples, and even the aura of every god—all information flooded into his senses like a tidal wave.

The feedback he received made his understanding clear. Just as Yali had said, the foundation of the Samsara God Realm remained unshaken.

Although the spatial barrier appeared somewhat flimsy due to the previous extraction of a massive amount of primordial energy, and even showed tiny, hair-like cracks at some energy nodes, the overall structure remained robust.

At this moment, thanks to the pure reincarnation essence that is continuously absorbed and transformed from the twin stars of dragon and horse, these losses are being slowly and continuously replenished.

Those wisps of crescent-white and jet-black divine light, like the most skillful weaver, are patiently repairing the wounds of the barrier, making it thick and stable again.

This time, the gains went far beyond simply making up for the losses. Besides the complete extraction of the essence from the two high-level physical planets, the Dragon Horse Twin Stars, the Dragon Valley, which the Dragon Clan had cultivated for thousands of years, and the Myriad Beast Platform mini-world created by Gu Yuena with the power of the Dragon God, were also devoured and refined!

These two places, especially Dragon Valley, contain dragon remains, dragon soul essence, and dragon fortune accumulated over countless years. Their value is even greater than the material energy of the Gemini stars themselves! They are the real "big fish" in this devouring.

The massive amounts of energy and fragments of laws, after initial purification by the Reincarnation Super Artifact and deep transformation by the central hub of the God Realm, were transformed into the vast Origin of Reincarnation.

Some of these newly generated resources are used to repair the barriers of the divine realm and replenish the enormous consumption in the past; the other part, under the autonomous regulation of the laws of the divine realm, becomes surplus, nourishing all things in the divine realm like sweet rain, and propelling the entire divine realm to slowly and steadily evolve and expand towards a higher level.

The sky in the realm of gods seemed higher and farther, the earth more solid and imposing, and even the divine energy particles permeating the air seemed to have become more active.

Under Harosa's will, the Reincarnation God Realm, after conquering the Dragon Horse Galaxy, officially entered a long period of recuperation and rest.

The surviving gods, regardless of the severity of their injuries, received generous rewards. The divine treasury was opened, and divine materials, rare treasures, and even precious divine magical inheritances, which previously required a great deal of merit to exchange for, were bestowed upon them without reservation.

Those who made outstanding contributions, such as Elex, Nightfall, and the Demon Emperor, received precious fragments of insights from the Dragon God Battle, personally bestowed by Harosa.

Those gods who tragically perished in the fierce battles, leaving their divine positions vacant, were quickly filled by powerful, qualified individuals within the divine realm who had already met the required standards.

The infusion of fresh blood has allowed the Realm of Reincarnation to not only avoid decline after the baptism of war, but to instead radiate new vitality, making the operation of the divine system more efficient.

Electrolux's injuries have been largely healed thanks to Ari's continuous treatment with the Holy Healing Longbow. His broken skeletal body has been fully repaired, and his soul fire has become strong and stable again.

At this moment, he was on the very top of his towering meditation tower.

The tower was dark, with only countless floating magical runes emitting a faint glow, outlining a complex three-dimensional magic circle. Elex sat in the center of the magic circle, the Staff of Eternity resting across his lap, the soul fire in his eye sockets burning quietly, flickering with the light of wisdom.

Harosa kept his promise and shared some of the insights into the laws of elemental control, space, and even a trace of the mysteries of time that he had extracted from Gu Yuena with this meritorious old mage.

Electrox was overjoyed, immersing himself in analyzing and integrating these new laws, attempting to combine them with the necromancy and spacetime magic he had studied throughout his life to create a unique and more powerful "law magic" system. Low magical chants and subtle humming sounds of laws colliding could be heard intermittently within the tower.

In the core region of the divine realm, within a magnificent palace constructed from the God Stone of Life and the God Gold of Reincarnation, Yali was intently engaged in a crucial task for her—reshaping Harosa's divine body.

She took out the most precious materials from various planes that she had treasured for a long time: fragments of the Chaos Star Core, the core of the Immortal Divine Tree, the solution of Eternal Gold, and even a trace of Chaos Origin Qi obtained from the War of the Dragon Gods, which contained the aura of creation—any one of these treasures would be enough to cause a god king to fight over them, but in Yali's hands they were as docile as soil.

She used the power of life as fire and the laws of reincarnation as a hammer to carefully melt and shape these materials.

An embryonic divine body, identical in appearance to Harosa's original form, with perfect proportions and flowing with a dark gold and chaotic luster, is gradually taking shape within the embrace of the divine light of life.

This process requires immense patience and a profound understanding of the laws of life. Yali poured all her energy into creating a perfect body for her husband, one with even greater potential than before, capable of perfectly accommodating his reincarnated soul.

During the intervals between the creation of the divine body, Harosa and Yali spent most of their time jointly comprehending the crystallized laws of Gu Yuena's life.

In the private meditation room, the colorful light spots that Harosa had stripped and sealed away with the power of reincarnation were released.

The fiery fury of fire, the ultimate softness and strength of water, the weighty sustenance of earth, the untamed freedom of wind, the pure purification of light, the profound engulfment of darkness, the folding and shifting of space, the rhythmic flow of time—and most importantly, the primordial chaos of creation originating from the Dragon God, who commands all elements—

Countless profound laws and information flowed and evolved within the quiet room like a vast galaxy. Harosa and Yali sat facing each other, their consciousnesses merging, both immersed in this ocean of laws.

Harosa primarily draws upon those aspects that corroborate or even complement his own path of reincarnation.

Creation and reincarnation are two sides of the same coin in the universe's birth and death. Gu Yuena's insights opened another door for him to glimpse the origin of the universe, making his definition of "reincarnation" broader and deeper.

His aura became more restrained, yet also more dangerous, as if a single thought could trigger the cycle of birth and death of an entire world.

Yali, on the other hand, focused on the creation of life, the purification of light, and some of the fundamental elemental laws. These insights complemented her own divine nature, broadening her understanding of the diversity of "life" and giving her entirely new ideas for healing and purification magic.

Her life force became more powerful and layered, as if she could ignite the vitality of a world in an instant, and also soothe the most primal wounds.

As the two continued to comprehend and absorb the light, the suspended colored dots dimmed and shrank at a visible speed, eventually turning into nothingness. The true meaning of the laws contained within them had been completely absorbed and digested by them.

Correspondingly, the divine power emanating from Harosa and Yali was also steadily increasing and condensing at an astonishing pace.

This is in stark contrast to the thriving and restorative scene within the Realm of Reincarnation.

Far from the Douluo Galaxy and the shattered Dragon Horse Galaxy, in that vast, cold, and desolate deep space of the universe, a faint golden light, like a candle flickering in the wind, struggles to travel and twinkle among the shadows of desolate stars.

Only when you get closer can you see clearly that the golden light comes from a single figure. He is wearing a slightly worn and even somewhat tattered blue and gold outfit. His face is still handsome, but it is covered with undisguised signs of hardship and fatigue. He is none other than Tang Wulin, the Son of God who has narrowly escaped from the Douluo Continent.

He abruptly stopped on a floating giant meteorite, his hands on his knees, panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his chest heaving violently.

The long interstellar journey and the depletion of his divine power had brought him to his limit.

"Aunt Xue," Tang Wulin's voice was hoarse and pleading, "Let me—let me rest for a bit, okay?"

Just a little while—I really—can't hold on much longer.

His response was a cold, even somewhat sarcastic, female voice that resounded directly in his mind's eye: "Rest? In your current half-dead state, even if you rested for another hundred years, could you send out a signal strong enough to attract the Douluo God Realm, which is nowhere in the universe, back? With your meager strength, if Harosa were to come after you right now, you wouldn't even have a chance to struggle; you would only be able to offer your neck for slaughter! How dare you even mention resting?"

The owner of this voice was naturally the divine consciousness of Qian Renxue, residing within his body and the Angelic Holy Sword.

A bitter expression appeared on Tang Wulin's face. The Golden Dragon King's bloodline had been forcibly stripped away by Di Tian, ​​which not only deprived him of his greatest source of power and evolutionary potential, but also left an incurable wound on his Dao heart.

For the past three thousand years, he has been like a stray dog, wandering in the endless universe.

Resources? Sometimes they can find scraps on some barren planets, and sometimes they have no harvest for hundreds of years, and can only rely on their own slow absorption of the meager cosmic energy to survive.

Although his strength, thanks to his status as the Son of God and his tireless efforts, had barely recovered to the level of a first-level god, his actual combat power was even less than when he possessed the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King and was still on Douluo Star.

He possesses a divine rank, but lacks the powerful bloodline abilities to support it.

For three thousand years, he never dared to truly relax. He was either desperately traveling, trying to get away from that nightmarish place in the Douluo Star System, or racing against time to cultivate, trying to make up for the huge deficit caused by the loss of his bloodline.

He was like a "wild god" rejected by any divine realm, wandering alone through the cold starry space, his strength growing at a despairingly slow pace.

The only person he could communicate with was "Aunt Xue" in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Although Qian Renxue mostly ignored him, and when she did respond, it was with sarcasm and barbs, urging him to keep going, at least in this boundless and lonely journey, there was still such a "voice" that kept him from going completely insane.

He also learned about the connection between Aunt Xue and his family. He was powerless to do anything about it, so he could only try to ease the tension with Aunt Xue so that he wouldn't be killed on the spot.

Fortunately, Aunt Xue had to call her father back herself, so at least she was able to survive.

This companionship, though cold, became a small but vital support for him to keep going.

"Aunt Xue," Tang Wulin licked his dry lips, trying to persuade her again, "We've been traveling continuously for three thousand years—the universe is vast, a little more won't make a difference. Let me rest for a year or two, to properly recuperate. Perhaps when I'm in better condition, my travel and cultivation efficiency will be even higher—"

"Stop thinking about it." Qian Renxue's voice remained unwavering, instead becoming even sharper. "Keep moving, stop talking such useless nonsense. If you stop, death may await you. Do you think Harosa will let you go? Perhaps his divine sense has already locked onto us, chasing us in some star field behind us. Any slackening is digging your own grave."

"And don't call me Aunt Xue anymore. You can rest when you can call your father back."

Tang Wulin opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back all his explanations and pleas. He knew that although Qian Renxue's tone was harsh, what she was saying was indeed a cruel reality.

Harosa was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.

Harosa, whom she had never met, was described by Aunt Xue as a powerful figure filled with murderous intent towards her and her father.

He took a deep breath of the cold cosmic energy, forcibly suppressing the exhaustion of his body and the weariness of his soul, a hint of helplessness and resilience flashing in his eyes.

His divine power surged once more, transforming into a blue-gold stream of light that was much dimmer than in its prime, and continued its arduous flight towards an unknown star field that was said to be more easily perceived by the Father God.

Perhaps it was a coincidence of fate, or perhaps it was an unintentional choice, but the direction he was heading at this moment was vaguely towards that completely silent, historically remnant star system—the Dragon Horse Star System.

After the gods of the Samsara realm, including Harosa, left, another group of uninvited tourists arrived.

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