Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 78 Target: The Demon Dimension, Searching for the Possessor of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul

Deep within Xingluo City, a bustling and vibrant urban area, lies a hidden gem: an unassuming old-fashioned tavern with a surprisingly secluded interior. The wooden staircase creaks underfoot, the air thick with the aromas of aged liquor, the smoky scent of roasting meat, and a faint hint of tobacco. Harosa's figure silently appears in a secluded private room at the far end of the second floor.

The private room was small, furnished in a rustic style, with heavy solid wood tables and chairs, and several rough oil paintings depicting scenes from various parts of the world hanging on the walls. Outside a dusty lattice window was a narrow back alley, from which the distant noise of the main street and the cries of stray cats could be faintly heard. This contrasted sharply with the deathly grandeur of the realm of the dead and the bloody carnage that had just taken place in the valley.

As the dark gray light dissipated, Harosa, Deng Zhan, Deng Fengqiao, and several core subordinates appeared in the slightly crowded private room.

"Little Deng," Harosa said casually, settling into the main wooden chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the weathered tabletop with a dull thud. "Go shopping. Make a list, buy everything you need at once. Who knows when we'll be able to come out again." His gaze swept over Deng Fengqiao and Deng Zhan. "Old Deng, you two go too. Make sure you get all the necessary equipment and supplies."

"Yes, sir!" Deng Zhan, Deng Fengqiao, and the others felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly bowed in agreement. Facing this Hades, even in the relatively safe private room, the invisible pressure made it hard for them to breathe. Being able to leave for a moment was undoubtedly a relief.

The group quickly turned around, about to pull open the slightly heavy wooden door of the private room.

"Wait." Harosa's voice rang out again, calm yet undeniably authoritative.

Deng Fengqiao froze, immediately turned around, and stood respectfully with his hands at his sides: "What else do you need, sir?"

Harosa's gaze seemed to pierce through the walls of the private room, landing on the bustling atmosphere of the outside world, carrying a hint of—subtle nostalgia.

He paused for a moment before speaking slowly, his tone casual and languid: "When you go out, have the restaurant send in a table of food." He paused again, then added, "Quickly, and hot. The flavor—heavy with oil and salt." It was as if he were savoring some long-lost, mundane taste.

Deng Fengqiao was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant and hurriedly replied, "Yes! My lord! I understand!" He thought to himself, "This prince's taste is quite down-to-earth."

When I was young, I was constantly being hunted down, and I mostly ate heavy, oily, and salty farm-style dishes, which I miss now.

Deng Fengqiao and the others opened the door to the private room and went out. The waiter waiting outside was a young man. Seeing that several people had suddenly come out of the private room, which had been empty just a moment ago, his face was full of surprise and confusion. He opened his mouth as if to ask something, but when he was swept by Deng Fengqiao's cold and sharp eyes, which were hidden beneath his gentle appearance and were still sharp after experiencing the baptism of death energy in the divine realm and the bloody scene just now, he immediately swallowed his words and was left with nothing but suspicion.

Soon, plates of steaming, fragrant dishes were quickly served. Glossy, reddish-brown braised pork, golden and crispy fried fish, vibrant green stir-fried vegetables coated in a thick sauce, and a large bowl of spicy blood curd topped with oil and chili peppers—the table was piled high with these dishes, and the strong aroma of oil and spices instantly dispelled the stale smell that had filled the private room.

Harosa picked up his chopsticks with an elegant movement, completely out of place in this bustling tavern. He picked up a piece of braised pork belly, its fat and lean meat perfectly balanced.

He put it in his mouth. The oil melted on his tongue, and the rich aroma of the sauce, along with the salty and savory flavor, rushed straight to his taste buds. Paired with a mouthful of spicy and piping hot Mao Xue Wang soup, this simple, straightforward, and down-to-earth taste stimulation brought a strange sense of satisfaction to his already extraordinary and pure body.

He savored the food slowly, but his eyes were somewhat vacant, his mind no longer on the food in front of him.

He believed he had played a good hand by framing the Spirit Pagoda and inciting suspicion, conflict, and even bloodshed among the major forces in Douluo Continent.

The blame was shifted to the Spirit Pagoda by the Star Luo Tang Sect branch. Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent side, the internal strife and hostility towards the Spirit Pagoda after the Shrek Academy and Tang Sect suffered heavy losses—once these seeds of resentment were sown, they would inevitably take root, sprout, and consume each other under the influence of interests and suspicion.

Even though the arrival of the Abyss Plane might temporarily unite them, the previous losses and internal conflicts are enough to significantly reduce their overall strength.

Moreover, a cold glint flashed in Harosa's eyes.

Tang Wulin? That brat with the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, destined to become trouble—he will never allow him to grow to the level of someone who could turn the tide in the original story! He must nip him in the bud! If Tang Wulin fails to grow, and the local forces of the Douluo plane are unable to withstand the full-scale invasion of the Abyss Plane, then Tang Hao and Ah Yin, that god-level couple hiding behind the scenes, will have no choice but to personally intervene!

This is his true self-deprecating intention—to hunt down the parents of his mistress!

The first step to getting the youngest son to fly is to kill his parents.

Not only could it devour two true god-level beings, it could also completely sever Tang San's anchor point on Douluo Star. At least according to the original work, Tang San's backup plan might be with Tang Wulin, Tang Hao, and Ah Yin.

However, while the plan is good, the foundation needs to be strengthened. The Realm of Rebirth needs to grow stronger, and his position as the Rebirth Walker requires a more powerful source of support! Relying solely on devouring void energy and converting death energy is too slow! He needs a more direct and powerful "supplement"!

The name "Demon Dimension" surfaced in Harosa's memories of Earth.

Compared to the Abyss Plane, which has a strong presence and threatens the entire continent, the Demon Plane is more like a side quest in the original work. Its overall strength is far inferior to the Abyss, and the crisis it brings can be resolved by the protagonist group (Tang Wulin's team) alone, with minimal impact on the continent's overall situation.

There are two reasons: first, the Demon Dimension itself is weak; second, the channels connecting it to the Douluo Dimension are extremely rare and fragile. The key anchor point explicitly mentioned in the original work is the Fallen Angel Martial Soul!

When the owner of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul breaks through level 90 and becomes a Title Douluo, their powerful special power will trigger the laws of another dimension, forcibly tearing open a stable passage to the Demon Dimension in the Douluo Dimension—the Demon Gate!

Halosa's memories of Blue Star played out clearly: Yuanen Yehui's mother, the woman with the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, opened the Demon Gate when she broke through to the Title Douluo level! The powerful Demon Lord and his minions swarmed out, inflicting a devastating blow on the Titan Giant Ape family that protected her.

Overwhelmed by grief and self-blame, the mother chose to end her life after giving birth to Yuanen Yehui. Yuanen Yehui, who inherited the Fallen Angel's martial soul, later faced the same crisis, ultimately relying on Tang Wulin's Dragon Slayer Blade to sever the connection between her martial soul and the demon realm.

Only then was he able to be freed.

"The Demon Dimension—" Harossa chewed on the name, a burning glint in his greyish-white eyes. It wasn't powerful enough to pose the deadly, plane-destroying threat of the Abyss, but its status was still at the "dimensional" level! If he could devour it entirely…

Integrating into the realm of the gods brings immeasurable strengthening of one's origin and completion of one's laws! It's practically a "nutritional meal" tailor-made for you!

But here's the problem!

Harosa picked up a piece of fried fish with her chopsticks and held it in mid-air.

Where is the key to the Fallen Angel Martial Soul—the mother of Yuan En Ye Hui?

Based on the timeline, it's at least forty years before Tang Wulin appears on Douluo Star!

Yuan En Hui's mother probably hasn't been born yet!

"Martial Soul Inheritance—" Harosa frowned. He needed to find the direct lineage of Yuanen Yehui's mother! To find someone who possessed the Fallen Angel Martial Soul at this point in time! But the original work didn't mention this at all! Fallen Angel Martial Souls were already rare, and the families of those who possessed them must have been extremely secretive, perhaps even hiding their identities and cutting off the lineage because of the "ominous" nature of the Martial Soul.

The original work describes this aspect too little.

Finding a specific Soul Master who may not yet have reached the Title Douluo level in the vast continent without any clues is like finding a needle in a haystack!

Hope, like a punctured balloon, quickly dissipated. The braised pork, which had just tasted incredibly delicious, now tasted greasy and bland. The rich, dark aroma of the sauce now seemed overpowering, even irritating.

Harosa put down his chopsticks, making a soft clinking sound. He leaned back in his hard chair, his gaze passing through the dusty lattice window to the dim light streaming into the narrow back alley. The table was laden with meticulously prepared dishes, steaming hot and enticingly fragrant, but the atmosphere inside the private room...

But it seemed to cool down abruptly as the owner's mood soured.

The shortcut to strengthening the divine realm seems to be right in front of us, yet it is blocked by the relentless river of time. This meal, in the end, is something we must find even if it's not appealing anymore. Now that we are powerful, the forces we can control are considerable. We can simply wipe out any forces that don't work for us. With the help of local forces, the efficiency will definitely be much higher. The Fallen Angel martial soul is not ordinary either; its characteristics are quite obvious.