Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Harosa's figure vanished from the Realm of Rebirth. The next moment, he appeared in the sky above the East Sea of ​​Douluo Continent. The sea breeze howled, and below him surged the deep blue waters.

His gaze swept across the sea, quickly locking onto the coordinates of a sea area near Devil Island—a spatial marker he had left behind when he last left the forest world.

Without the slightest hesitation, Harosa plummeted, disappearing into the waves as if merging with the seawater. His powerful soul force pushed aside the seawater, and he sank rapidly like a fish, reaching an inconspicuous reef area deep in the ocean.

His divine sense precisely detected that spatial node. With a thought, the space rippled like a curtain of water. Harosa's figure disappeared into the sea again, entering that small forest world supported by fragments of the essence of life.

The scene within the small world hadn't changed much since his last departure. The rich, mixed life force was still interspersed with unsettling destructive energy, permeating the air like mist. The towering ancient trees were lush and verdant, yet they all carried an unnatural sense of deathly stillness.

Harosa's gaze fell directly on the core area. There, a small tree, about two or three meters tall, stood quietly, radiating a soft and pure green light of life.

Beneath the tree, Tang Hao and Ah Yin nestled together, still immersed in a deep sleep, like frozen sculptures, their auras blending into the entire small world.

Time was of the essence, and Harosa did not waste a moment. With a thought, the jade box filled with three cubic meters of living essence appeared before him instantly.

The box was opened, and a rich emerald green light and a vibrant life force burst forth, almost overwhelming the originally chaotic energy within the small world.

Harosa's powerful divine sense controlled all the living metals within the box. The emerald green metals seemed to come alive, instantly softening and expanding, transforming into layers of supple yet resilient emerald green "films" that precisely and gently enveloped the small tree formed from the fragment of life's essence!

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The moment the living gold came into contact with the sapling, a soft sound of energy merging was emitted. The pure life force was perfectly received, enveloped, and buffered by the living gold.

Guided by Harossa, the sapling, enveloped in the Gold of Life, shone with a restrained light and rapidly shrank in size, eventually transforming into a fist-sized spherical ball of light encased in a thick layer of emerald green metal. It hovered before Harossa and then entered the micro-space within Yali's body.

At the very moment the fragments of the origin of life were enveloped and collected!

Rumble...!

The entire forest microcosm trembled violently! The earth cracked, and spiderweb-like fissures appeared in the sky! Deprived of the support of its core life source, this microcosm, like a house stripped of its foundation, began to rapidly collapse and disintegrate! The aura of destruction grew even more violent!

Harosa quickly looked at Tang Hao and his wife under the tree. He saw that an extremely condensed and stable golden-blue aura automatically appeared around the two of them, like a solid eggshell, firmly protecting them inside.

Despite the collapse of the surrounding space and the rampage of energy, the halo remained unmoved, clearly a self-protective mechanism of the gods instinctively activated during their slumber.

The two still showed no signs of waking up.

Seeing this, Harosa breathed a slight sigh of relief. He steadily held the life essence orb enveloped in the gold of life with one hand, and with the other hand, he held the still unconscious Yali to his side.

The forest mini-world was collapsing at an extremely rapid pace. Harosa didn't linger any longer; with a flash, as if teleporting, he passed through the crumbling spatial barrier and reappeared on the cold seabed of the East China Sea.

The deep gates of the underworld opened silently before him. Without hesitation, Harosa led Ari into the realm of the dead.

A flash of gray-black light, and his and Yali's figures disappeared into the deep sea, leaving behind only the remnants of a space that had completely returned to nothingness and was quickly filled by the seawater.

Inside the realm of the gods, Harosa stood beside Yali, his gaze fixed on her serene and exquisitely beautiful face.

At this moment, his consciousness lingered in the micro-space beside Yali's heart, within the sphere of life essence enveloped in the gold of life. Not far away lay the black seawater lake containing the fragments of the source of destruction suppressed by the powder of the undead skeleton. Both of these source fragments, at the level of a god-king, were now in his hands.

"Should we proceed with the original plan and create the Destruction-Life duality?" Harosa pondered to himself.

The Yin-Yang Body can generate a pure source of death, which is of great benefit to him and the divine realm of rebirth.

But looking at Ya Li and feeling the micro-space within her body that had begun to adapt to the life-gold, a new thought emerged: Could the fragments of the life essence be directly implanted into Ya Li's body, and using the characteristics of her Prayer Angel Martial Soul, be used to try to transform it into a continuous and controllable life essence generator?

This seemed to have more potential than simply creating a one-time dual-body form. But the risks were also enormous. Could Yali's body withstand it? Would the fragments of life essence take over? He was caught in a dilemma.

The Destruction-Life duality can generate a continuous stream of pure death power. Although it is good, it is actually just so-so. Perhaps he would choose it without hesitation before he becomes a god.

But now he has to consider how to expand the divine realm, and he has a small dualistic body of his own.

Meanwhile, in Shrek City, at the Sea God's Pavilion.

The atmosphere was so heavy it was almost suffocating. Around the oval conference table, the remaining dozen or so elders of the Sea God Pavilion sat upright, barely daring to breathe. All eyes were fixed on the figure in white robes at the head of the table—the Sky-Supporting Douluo, Yun Ming.

Yun Ming's expression was unusually calm, eerily calm. There was no anger, no rebuke, but this calmness sent chills down the spines of those who knew him well.

Several of the most senior elders, such as Crimson Dragon Douluo Zhuoshi, were on high alert – this was a sign that the Pavilion Master was furious to the extreme and his killing intent had reached its peak!

Yun Ming had just finished a months-long period of seclusion. The moment he emerged from seclusion, he was in an excellent mood, even carrying a hint of the exhilaration of a breakthrough.

Nourished by the remaining divinity of the ancient golden tree and propelled by the profound insights gained in his battle with "Hakimi," he finally succeeded in condensing the prototype of a god and stepped into the realm of a half-step deity!

He was overjoyed and couldn't wait to share the good news with his wife, Yali, and with all the elders.

However, what awaited him was devastating news.

Three months ago, Hades Harossa returned! Shrek City was once again plunged into calamity! More than ten Title Douluos perished, including his respected teacher's wife, the Light and Dark Douluo Long Yeyue!

What tormented him most was that his wife, the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, disappeared without a trace during the fierce battle, neither alive nor dead!

The Tang Clan, which came to their aid, suffered heavy losses. The sect leader, Ling Yunzhi, and several hall masters were killed in battle, and two deputy sect leaders were seriously injured and on the verge of death, and have not yet recovered!

The immense joy was instantly crushed by the cold reality and overwhelming anger.

Yun Ming sat in the main seat, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table, making a soft "tap-tap" sound that was particularly clear in the deathly silent Sea God Pavilion.

He struggled to suppress the murderous intent and grief churning within him, his voice low and cold, devoid of any emotion:

"Now that things have come to this, I have no desire to distinguish right from wrong."

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over each of the elders present. That gaze was no longer gentle, but sharp and piercing like the ice of deep winter.

"From this day forward, I, Yun Ming, representing the Sea God Pavilion of Shrek Academy, hereby issue a continent-wide manhunt for evil soul masters!"