Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Harosa returned to the Skeleton World with the invaluable Destruction-Life Divinity.

He first examined the black seawater lake. Because some of the fragments of the Destruction Source had been removed, the previously raging energy at the lake's center had subsided considerably.

The hills of undead skull powder covering the lake surface appeared exceptionally stable, maintaining a fragile balance even without Harossa's continuous infusion of Netherworld essence. The occasional bubbles rising from the lake seemed weak and listless. This reassured him somewhat.

Next, he needs to use the pure death essence generated by the Yin-Yang Body to break through to godhood. This is a long and dangerous process, the time of which is immeasurable, and it cannot tolerate any interruption.

Just as he was preparing to set up his secluded cultivation environment, Electrox's spiritual fluctuations became unusually active in his sea of ​​consciousness. The gray light rapidly condensed, transforming into a much more solid and illusory figure of an old man.

He devoured three quasi-god-level pure spiritual sources, and the recovery effect far exceeded expectations, much better than when he was Huo Yuhao's teacher in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Electrolux's phantom materialized in the air above the Skull World, no longer attached to Harossa's consciousness. He surveyed the newly stabilized realm of the dead, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions and感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, often including regret or nostalgia).

Harossa's gaze fell on him, her tone indifferent: "Looks like you've recovered quite well. Have you remembered any useful necromancy?"

Electrolux seemed to want to say something in thanks, but looking at Harossa's perpetually cold eyes, he swallowed the words back. How... opportunistic! He then replied with a wry smile, "This time... I mainly remembered some... um... light magic knowledge..."

"Light magic, are you trying to... purify me?"

Electrolux's illusory form froze abruptly, then hurriedly waved his hand, his voice tinged with urgency and helplessness: "Misunderstanding! I had no such intention! It's just that memory recovery is random, and this time it just happens to be the part about light. I am now of the same origin as you; death is the fundamental cause. To purify you would be to destroy my own foundation! I'm not that stupid!"

He sensed that Harossa's chill hadn't completely dissipated, and quickly added, "Besides, light and death aren't absolute opposites. In some high-level necromancy, it's even necessary to use the power of light to harmonize or transform them. Thinking of these things, perhaps... perhaps they can help stabilize this world in the future, or fight against certain enemies?" He carefully observed Harossa's reaction.

Harosa said, "Then you can figure it out yourself."

Electrolux was imprisoned in Harosa's mental sea.

He ignored Electrolux and began setting up his secluded retreat. He chose a relatively stable core area within the Skull World, far from the Black Sea Lake.

A powerful divine energy swept across, and countless scattered, enormous skeletons, as if controlled by an invisible hand, flew over automatically, stacking and fitting together in specific positions, ultimately forming a huge, closed altar composed of stark white bones.

Harosa carefully placed the duality, which emitted a blend of purple and green light and continuously released pure death essence, at the very center of the altar. He took a deep breath and sat cross-legged in front of the duality.

Then, with a thought, he communicated with Deng Zhan, who was far away on the Douluo Continent. A cold mental command traversed space and was directly imprinted into Deng Zhan's mental sea:

"I will be going into seclusion for an indefinite period. During this time, you must do your utmost to gather resources. You know the consequences if anything goes wrong. Also, strengthen the Soul Seed Imprint to ensure everything is foolproof."

As the command was issued, Harosa also injected an even stronger control through the soul seed puppet imprint left in Deng Zhan's sea of ​​consciousness, making Deng Zhan even more unable to resist its will.

Having done all this, Harosa's gaze swept over the small world that was beginning to take shape one last time.

Without further hesitation, he slowly closed his eyes. The powerful Netherworld Soul Core began to operate at full power, and the spiritual power of the peak Divine Origin Realm was highly condensed, like the most precise instrument, guiding the purest and most refined death essence flowing continuously from his Yin-Yang Body, slowly injecting it into the depths of his Soul Core, while simultaneously beginning to impact and construct that ethereal yet real—the embryonic form of a godhood!

A deep, grayish-black cocoon of light emanated from his body, quickly enveloping him and the Yin-Yang Body. On the surface of the cocoon, runes of the Law of Death flickered faintly. The entire skeletal miniature world seemed to pulsate rhythmically with his breathing.

The long period of seclusion has officially begun.

Within the miniature world of skeletons, the concept of time became blurred. Harosa sat cross-legged atop the bone altar, establishing the closest possible connection with the duality of destruction and life.

The purest and most refined aura of death, like an inexhaustible spring, continuously flowed from the Yin-Yang body, greedily devoured, absorbed, and refined by Harosa's Netherworld Death Soul Core.

This process was so long it was numbing. The soul core of the dead soul in the underworld was like a bottomless abyss, seemingly never to be filled. Harosa could clearly feel the soul core slowly and steadily growing stronger, the death laws contained within it becoming more profound and condensed, and its power level steadily increasing, but it always seemed to be separated from that final qualitative change by an invisible barrier.

"No wonder...no wonder I in the original story ultimately chose to join the Holy Spirit Cult, intending to start a war that would sweep across the continent..." During the long absorption process, a sense of enlightenment flashed through Harosa's mind, accompanied by a hint of lingering fear.

"To 'feed' this soul core and allow it to grow to a level sufficient to bear a godhood, the amount of death essence power required is astronomical! If it weren't for the continuous production from the Yin-Yang body formed by this god-king's essence, relying solely on killing in the outside world and absorbing scattered death energy would probably take a thousand years to achieve!"

Countless years passed—perhaps ten, perhaps even longer. Finally, as the last pure essence of death merged into the soul core, Harosa felt an unprecedented sense of "fullness"! The Netherworld Soul Core ceased absorbing energy; it radiated a deep, eerie light, its interior seemingly a self-contained, desolate universe, its energy overflowing to its limit, reaching the maximum it could contain as a soul core! It had finally…saturated!

But this is only the first step. Next comes the most dangerous and crucial part—using this saturated core of dead souls from the underworld as a foundation, igniting divine fire, and creating one's own divine position!

Harosa's mind sank deep into the core of his soul. He began to draw upon all his insights:

The vastness, inclusiveness, and order of the aura of the sea god;

The fury, the end, and the annihilation that destroy the fragments of the origin;

The grandeur, creation, and revival of the tree branches, the very source of life;

My own understanding and mastery of the laws of death throughout my journey...

He tried to fuse these insights into a unified whole, constructing the framework of his divine position. However, no matter how he deduced and combined them, he always felt something was amiss, as if he were forcibly piecing together a jigsaw puzzle that did not belong to him.

He found himself in a peculiar situation—he seemed to have gained some insight, yet he could never quite grasp the most crucial core. That wasn't his "Tao"!

Forcibly imitating others will never lead to true success!

Harosa decisively rejected all external insights. He allowed his consciousness to completely quiet down, returning to its source—to his own core experiences and understandings: death and rebirth!