Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 280 Descending into the Crimson Realm

They arrived at Tang Wulin's place earlier.

The five beams of dark red energy, like weary birds returning to their nests, had just passed through the wormhole and entered the Crimson Domain. Before they could even fly towards the core area, they were easily captured and crushed by Tang Wulin, who was following closely behind, with the power of the Sea God, and his remaining energy was completely absorbed.

For Tang Wulin, who was currently short of resources, this amount of energy, though small, was better than nothing.

However, just after completing the absorption, Tang Wulin keenly sensed the anomaly of the place. He hovered in the void, his brows furrowed, sensing the surrounding environment, his face filled with doubt and confusion.

"Aunt Xue," he couldn't help but communicate with Qian Renxue through divine sense, "didn't you say that there is a half-step God King here?"

But—but how can the cosmic energy here be so thin? It's even less than some of the desolate star systems I've traversed during my three thousand years of wandering!

This was completely different from the advanced plane he had envisioned. Logically speaking, a plane capable of giving birth to a half-step God-King should have an extremely astonishing energy level and concentration.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Qian Renxue's solidified illusory figure remained seated with her eyes closed. She didn't open her eyes upon hearing this, but her clear, cold voice, carrying a hint of insightful understanding, resonated in his mind: "Crimson creatures, their very existence is based on devouring. It's not that they can't gather energy, but rather that they highly concentrate and monopolize it. Carefully sense the energy fluctuations in that area at one o'clock; what a sight it is."

Tang Wulin followed her instructions, carefully extending his divine sense like a whisker in the direction Qian Renxue had indicated. Upon this probe, he was immediately shocked!

Sure enough! At the very far distance in the one o'clock direction, the concentration of energy was practically like a physical ocean!

A vast, boundless, and aggressive dark red energy condensed there, forming an enormous energy source that could not be ignored, like a cosmic cancer!

It forms an extreme contrast with the surrounding area where energy is so thin that it is almost a vacuum, like heaven and hell!

"I see—the energy has all been concentrated in the core area." Tang Wulin suddenly realized, but his expression immediately became more serious. "In that case, the plan to guerrilla-style encroachment and gradually erode their power, like we did with the abyssal creatures before, won't work. Their lair is impregnable; all their essence is concentrated there—"

The Crimson Realm is vast and boundless, but the energy on its periphery is shockingly scarce. Tang Wulin even needs to control his divine power with extreme precision to avoid unnecessary dissipation; otherwise, in this "energy desert," his consumption will far exceed his replenishment.

The energy concentration in the core area was beyond imagination, enough to support a half-step God-King, demonstrating its profound foundation.

"To be able to forcibly concentrate the energy of an entire vast plane into a small corner—Aunt Xue is right. This Crimson Mother is definitely an extraordinary prodigy, with remarkable strength and methods."

Warning bells rang in Tang Wulin's mind, his previous eagerness replaced by deeper vigilance. This absolute control over energy meant that the other party likely possessed some unknown and powerful special abilities.

He took a deep breath and once again sought reassurance from the "reassurance pill" in his mind, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension: "Aunt Xue, if we start fighting later and I'm not strong enough—you'll have to lend me a hand."

Qian Renxue's voice was still cold, but her response was decisive: "Don't worry, you're still useful. I won't let you die here."

She still needs Tang Wulin to live, as an important piece on her revenge chessboard and the temporary host of the Angelic Holy Sword.

Hearing this, Tang Wulin finally felt a weight lifted from his heart. Having someone to back him up, even if that "backup" wasn't based on friendship, was enough to give him the courage to take a gamble.

Without further hesitation, his eyes sharpened, and the power of the Sea God surged around him, transforming into a not particularly dazzling blue-gold stream of light. Carefully concealing most of his aura, he flew cautiously and resolutely toward the core area where the energy fluctuations were the strongest, pulsating like a dark red heart.

The time difference between Tang Wulin and Halosa was not actually that long. The space inside the wormhole rippled slightly, and two figures stepped out silently.

It was Harosa and Deng Fengqiao.

Unlike Tang Wulin's cautiousness, Halosa, as a high-ranking god-king, possessed strength close to its peak and naturally had his own arrogance and confidence.

He didn't deliberately conceal his presence; he simply and naturally concealed his aura, making it as subtle as a drop of water entering the ocean. The two moved extremely fast, traversing the wormhole in almost no time.

The moment Deng Fengqiao stepped into this star field, he couldn't help but frown, his face showing the same confusion as Tang Wulin's, even with a hint of doubt: "My lord—we didn't accidentally enter the wrong wormhole and end up in some barren corner of the universe, did we? The energy around here—it's too thin! It's even worse than the Abyss Plane before we devoured it."

He found it hard to believe that the Crimson Realm, as a superior entity on the Abyss Plane, would have such a "shabby" environment.

This is a galaxy that adults have their eyes on, how can it be so barren?

Harosa did not answer immediately. In his deep eyes, the divine light of reincarnation flowed slowly like a miniature star vortex, piercing through the seemingly empty void around him.

After a moment, he said with certainty, "That's right, this is the Crimson Realm. Although the energy is thin, the underlying laws governing the space, and the most minute essence of those free-floating energy particles, all contain the same Crimson characteristics as the Abyss, but purer and more ancient. This primordial aura cannot be faked."

Deng Fengqiao was no fool. After Harosa's explanation, and combined with his previous understanding of the habits of the crimson creatures, he immediately understood. A complex expression, a mixture of amazement and disdain, appeared on his face: "Hiss—could it be—someone has used heaven-defying methods to forcibly plunder and concentrate the energy of the entire vast plane, and even the surrounding star systems, into a single core point?! This—this is truly a grand scheme! But how selfish and self-serving! This has cut off any possibility of development for life in other areas of the entire plane!"

Harosa nodded slightly, agreeing with Deng Fengqiao's deduction. Her tone was calm, yet carried a hint of analysis of a ruthless character: "Hmm, it must be the work of the Crimson Mother. 'I'd rather betray the world than betray anyone,' she certainly possesses that kind of ruthless character. No wonder she was able to reach the level of a half-step God-King through the Path of Devouring. Extreme selfishness and a thirst for control can indeed be catalysts for climbing to the pinnacle of power."

He couldn't help but recall fragmented descriptions of the Crimson Mother from his memories—a powerful, ambitious, but ultimately tragic villain who was defeated by the Chosen One.

Deng Fengqiao carefully pondered Harosa's words, "I would rather betray the world than betray the people." He felt that although the words were short, they perfectly captured the domineering and ruthless nature of a tyrant. His respect for Harosa grew even more, and he felt that the man not only possessed extraordinary strength but also had a profound understanding of people and things.

Harosa didn't linger. He pointed in a direction roughly the same as where Tang Wulin had gone, to the core area where the energy was most abundant, and said, "Let's go, let's go see. What does the throne of this Crimson Mother, who has taken 'selfishness' to the extreme, truly look like?"

Having said that, his figure seemed to merge into space, moving towards the target direction at a speed that appeared slow but was actually beyond reason. Deng Fengqiao dared not delay and quickly followed.

Two groups of people with different purposes and vastly different strengths are now approaching the only dark red core in the Crimson Domain, which was forged by devouring the energy of billions of miles of starry river.

A storm is about to brew quietly in this strange dimension where energy is distributed extremely unevenly.

Who is the cicada, who is the mantis, and who is the sparrow? We do not know.