Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 82 Building the Temple, Yali's Resurrection (3K, Please Subscribe)

Harosa gave Deng Zhan a skull figurine, saying, "Take this with you. Use it to contact me in case of any emergency, and use the dominoes to contact me for everyday matters."

Afterwards, Deng Zhan took everyone except Deng Fengqiao away. Harosa asked Deng Fengqiao, "Have you bought everything?"

Although Deng Fengqiao had just said it once, he still replied, "Sir, everything has been purchased. In addition to the necessary metals, all other supporting living facilities have been purchased."

Harosa nodded, and the gates to the underworld opened, leading Deng Fengqiao into the realm of the gods of rebirth.

Several spatial jumps brought them to the Soul Master's residence. Harosa sent Deng Fengqiao to lead people to build a temple.

Deng Fengqiao accepted the order and then led a group of people, about two hundred people in total. More than one hundred of them were the people Deng Fengqiao had brought at the beginning, and the other one hundred or so were people from the Tang Clan.

Harosa focused his gaze on a half-step level 10 Soul Master, then looked at Deng Fengqiao.

This man had half-white hair and beard, a square face, and a calm gaze with a hint of sharpness that came with experience. At this moment, he was bowing his head slightly, his posture respectful, without the slightest arrogance or unease.

Deng Fengqiao immediately explained, "My lord, this is Elder Ji Bochang. Elder Ji is extremely accomplished in soul guidance technology and has already reached the threshold of level ten. He has clearly expressed his willingness to serve you, and he has been well-behaved and diligent in assisting in the integration of the team these days, contributing a great deal of effort. Seeing that he is indeed useful, I dared to bring him here to participate in the construction of the temple."

Harosa gave a noncommittal "Oh," glancing at Ji Bochang again before saying nothing more. A half-step level ten Soul Master couldn't cause any trouble in the Rebirth God Realm; he was useful if he could be.

Without further delay, he waved his hand, and the immense power of the Origin of Rebirth instantly enveloped the more than two hundred people present! The gray-black light, like a giant curtain, instantly swallowed everyone!

The sensation of spatial shift was fleeting. When their vision returned, they found themselves in the iconic gray sky and desolate, bone-strewn earth of the Realm of Rebirth.

Not far away stood the familiar metal villa, and beside it, a vibrant garden of immortal herbs protected by an energy barrier. The dense aura of death and the emanating life force from the villa area created an eerie interplay.

"This is it." Harosa's voice was calm and even as he pointed to the metal villa and its surrounding area. "I want a temple."

Grand, majestic, and magnificent—it must be worthy of the status of the ruler of this realm! The specific design is up to you…

Before he could finish speaking, the domino at his waist, used for emergency communication, suddenly emitted a blinding gray-white light and began to vibrate violently! An extremely urgent soul fluctuation instantly transmitted to Harosa's sea of ​​consciousness—it was Deng Zhan! And it was the highest level of emergency signal!

Harossa frowned, and the specific requirements for the temple design he was about to give immediately slipped back down. He didn't even glance at the stunned crowd below.

He left behind only a cold command: "Survey the terrain, plan the layout, and build it yourself!"

Before he could finish speaking, the gray-black light enveloped him again, and as if erased by an eraser, he vanished from the spot in an instant! Only the slightly distorted spatial ripples and the faces of more than two hundred Soul Masters remained.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, somewhat at a loss. "Sir, this is too swift and decisive! How are we supposed to build the temple? The requirements haven't even been fully stated yet!"

In the end, Deng Fengqiao reacted the fastest, suppressing a slight unease in his heart. He felt that something was off about the adult's demeanor when he left.

Clearing his throat, he adopted a managerial tone: "Did you all hear that? The master has given orders! Begin work immediately! First team, survey the entire area's topography and create an accurate map! Second team, analyze the existing metal villa structure and assess whether to renovate or demolish and rebuild! Third team, prepare to set up temporary work platforms and surveying equipment! Hurry up!"

"Yes, Team Leader Deng!" Everyone was startled by his voice and immediately sprang into action. Although the goal was ambitious, the professionalism of the Soul Masters allowed them to quickly get into the zone.

They put on a novel soul-guided device to raise the energy shield.

Deng Fengqiao then turned to Ji Bochang in the crowd, adopting a more humble posture: "Teacher, we can leave the terrain survey to them. This metal villa was the master's former residence. Shall we go in and take a look at the interior layout? That way we can assess its preservation value or provide a reference for the temple's interior design."

Ji Bochang stroked his beard and nodded steadily: "That's how it should be. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you design a temple that best suits your wishes." Although he walked side by side with Deng Fengqiao, his steps carried the air of a seasoned master.

The two pushed open the heavy metal door of the villa and went inside.

A rich, pure, and fragrant life force, carrying the scent of grass and trees, rushed towards them! This aura formed an extremely strong, almost absurd, contrast with the omnipresent and oppressive deathly aura outside! Deng Fengqiao and Ji Bochang both shuddered, their faces revealing undisguised astonishment!

"This—the life energy within the Lord's residence is so vast and pure?" Deng Fengqiao couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice. This completely overturned his understanding of Hades Harosa, the ruler of death.

A glint of light flashed in Ji Bochang's cloudy old eyes. He took a deep breath, feeling the refreshing life energy, and frowned: "Strange—truly strange. This life energy is of an extremely high level. Moreover, it is incompatible with the death source of this divine realm, yet it coexists with it strangely—His Majesty the King of the Underworld's methods are truly unfathomable."

Suppressing their shock, the two began to examine the interior of the villa. The simple and modern alloy structure and the fully functional soul guidance facilities, although made of high-quality materials, did appear somewhat "rough" and lacking in the grandeur expected of a divine residence in the eyes of the two knowledgeable soul masters.

"It seems that you are not satisfied with your previous residence." Ji Bochang looked around, his fingers brushing against the cold metal walls. "The core structure of this villa is quite sturdy, but its overall style and scale are indeed unworthy of the name of a temple. In my opinion, it is most appropriate to demolish it and rebuild it."

However, the design of some of its internal functional areas and amenities can be learned from and retained.

Deng Fengqiao nodded in agreement: "What the teacher said is absolutely right. Let's go in and take a closer look, and draw down the layout."

The two walked through the living room and headed deeper into the villa. Deng Fengqiao pushed open a side door, and a breathtaking view unfolded before him—a meticulously arranged indoor garden! The dome simulated natural light, the ground was covered with soft, spiritual soil, and several uniquely shaped ornamental plants dotted the landscape, emanating a rich sense of life.

However, what made their hearts stop even more was that a figure was sitting quietly on a wicker chair in the middle of the garden!

It was a woman. She wore a simple white dress, was barefoot, and had long, golden hair that cascaded over her shoulders like silk. Her profile was as perfect as a work of art sculpted by God; her skin was so white it was almost translucent, and her long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow beneath her eyes.

But she was devoid of any life. Her eyes stared blankly at a point in the void ahead, her whole being like an exquisite but soulless glass doll, radiating a numbness and despair that penetrated to the bone.

The holy light that once illuminated Shrek Academy is now nothing but cold, lifeless silence.

"W--How is there still someone?!" Deng Fengqiao was so frightened that his voice trembled! He thought that since the adults had brought them here, the place must have been cleared out! How could he have imagined that there was still someone hiding in the "inner quarters" of the King of the Underworld! And in this way at that!

Ji Bochang was struck as if by lightning! His eyes widened suddenly, all color drained from his face, and his lips trembled violently.

Staring incredulously at the figure, she screamed in shock, her voice shrill and piercing with extreme astonishment:

"Your Holiness the Holy Spirit?! Your Holiness?!!"

"What?!" Deng Fengqiao was struck dumb, turning sharply to look at Ji Bochang. "Teacher, what did you say?! Your Holy Spirit?!" He then looked at the woman, and combined with Ji Bochang's exclamation and that iconic, holy face—though now dim and lifeless—a horrifying thought instantly exploded within him—the Sky-Supporting Douluo Yun Ming had been searching for in vain, the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li! She was actually here! In the realm of Hades Harossa! In this...like a body stripped of its soul!

All the clues connected instantly: the shocking massacre in Shrek City, the mysterious disappearance of Her Majesty Yali, the infamous reputation of Hades Harossa—Deng Fengqiao felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head! He just wanted to escape this place of trouble immediately!

"Teacher! Teacher! Let's go! We shouldn't have come in! This is overstepping our bounds! It's a grave sin!" Deng Fengqiao's voice trembled as he grabbed Ji Bochang's arm, desperately trying to drag him out. He knew all too well how sensitive and terrifying this matter was! The consequences of glimpsing Hades' "secret" were unimaginable!

However, Ji Bochang seemed rooted to the spot! He abruptly shook off Deng Fengqiao's hand, his wrinkled face filled with agitation, heartache, and an almost frantic obsession! He knelt forward a few steps, and about a meter away from Ya Li, he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling with sobs:

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! It is me! I am Ji Bochang of the Tang Clan! Do you remember? Back in the far north, I was poisoned by a strange cold and was on the verge of death. It was you who, disregarding your own health, saved my life with your holy healing technique!" He kowtowed heavily, his forehead striking the soft spiritual soil with a dull thud.

"Your Majesty! Look at me! What's wrong with you? Your Majesty Qingtian—Lord Yunming is still searching for you all over the continent! Shrek Academy can't live without you! Sea God Pavilion can't live without you! You can't do this!" Ji Bochang raised his head, tears streaming down his face, and shouted the names of Yunming, Shrek Academy, and Sea God Pavilion with all his might, trying to awaken Yali's dormant consciousness.

Deng Fengqiao was frantic, like a cat on a hot tin roof, wishing he could shut Ji Bochang up! He stepped forward again, lowered his voice, and pleaded desperately, "Teacher! Please! Leave quickly! We can't help His Majesty! We can barely protect ourselves! If the adults find out we trespassed here, and—and saw us—we'll all die!"

If Ji Bochang hadn't been his mentor in soul guidance techniques and a crucial asset in establishing himself in the divine realm, Deng Fengqiao would have knocked him unconscious and dragged him away! This was tantamount to playing with fire and getting burned!

Just as Deng Fengqiao was about to take forceful action, the statue-like figure on the rattan chair trembled almost imperceptibly!

Deep within those empty eyes, there seemed to be extremely faint points of light, like flickering candles in the wind, struggling to ignite!

His dry, pale lips moved slightly, and a hoarse voice, almost indistinguishable, like sandpaper scraping, drifted out with endless bewilderment and a sliver of unbelievable hope:

"Yun—Ming—.Brother—?"

"Are you Elder Ji?"

The gray-black ripples spread silently like pebbles thrown into a calm lake in a secluded alley in the southern district of Shantai City. Harosa's figure suddenly appeared, and Deng Zhan stumbled, nearly falling, his face still showing signs of shock.

"Hmm?" Harosa's greyish-white eyes swept over the familiar grey tiles and white walls around him. His brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the still-shaken Deng Zhan beside him. "Why are you still in Shantai City? And..."

His voice carried a hint of scrutiny and barely perceptible suspicion, "You've already found a lead?"