Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

"It's done." Harosa nodded in satisfaction. Although the opportunity to enter was gained by sacrificing a powerful undead knight, it was worth it as long as he could take out the pure dragon energy and death power from Dragon Valley for his main body to absorb and study.

This gate to the underworld is a perfect "transporter" and "storage locker".

After closing the Gate to the Underworld, Harosa continued his exploration deeper into the plains. He hadn't gone far when he encountered another type of "resident" within Dragon Valley—the Dragon Soul.

These dragon souls are not true souls, but rather semi-physical entities formed from the remnants of dragon will and energy. They vary in shape and size, some resembling blurry dragon shadows, while others are clearer, emitting energy fluctuations of varying strengths.

Most dragon souls are highly aggressive, and upon discovering Harosa, this "outsider," they immediately roared and pounced.

Harosa did not choose to fight head-on. He knew the fragility of this body. If he were injured or even killed, not only would this exploration be ruined, but the precious Death Dragon Bone might also be lost here. He did not have the Dragon Pearl given to him by the Tang Sect, which could teleport him out after being injured beyond a certain limit.

He calmly observed the approaching dragon soul and raised his hand again.

"receive!"

The Gates of the Underworld reappeared, precisely positioned in front of the leading dragon souls. A powerful suction force instantly enveloped them.

These energy beings, driven only by instinct, were utterly powerless to resist the pull of the underworld's rules. Their horrified roars abruptly ceased as they were instantly sucked into the dark doorway and vanished.

The dragon souls behind seemed to be intimidated and their attack slowed down slightly. Harosa seized the opportunity, quickly moving his position while repeating the same method, constantly opening the Gates of the Underworld and "taking away" the dragon souls that rushed at him.

The dragon aura and faint fragments of will contained within these dragon souls are also extremely valuable research materials.

"Not bad efficiency," Harosa assessed as he cleared obstacles in the path. Using the Gate of the Underworld to avoid combat greatly conserved the body's already meager strength and reduced the risk.

However, Harosa knew very well that neither Long Yun nor these ordinary dragon souls on the periphery were just appetizers.

The true core of Dragon Valley, the place containing the largest dragon remains and the purest power, is the Dragon Tomb mentioned in the original work!

That was his ultimate goal for this trip, and the key to obtaining the immense power of death that would allow his true self to break through his bottleneck.

He no longer lingered on the "harvest" along the way, turning his gaze to the depths of the plain, where the fog seemed thicker, the dragon's might heavier, and there was also a heavy aura of death. Harosa quickened his pace.

Harosa finally arrived at his destination—the true core of Dragon Valley, the Dragon Tomb.

He stood on the edge of the collapsed valley, looking down. The scene at the bottom of the valley, which was a thousand meters deep, was extremely shocking: as far as the eye could see, it was densely packed with enormous bones!

These skeletons vary in shape, some as large as mountains, others relatively slender, but without exception they all exude an ancient, heavy, and chilling aura.

This is the burial ground of the true dragons. The remains of thousands of true dragons are exposed between heaven and earth, forming a boundless sea of ​​bones.

"We've finally arrived," Harosa thought with relief. This was the place described in the original story as the burial ground of the true dragon, the place where Tang Wulin buried the dragon for a thousand days.

And at the very center of this sea of ​​bones, in that deeper valley within a valley, lies the soul of the Dragon God—the ultimate goal of this journey.

Without further hesitation, he aimed and leaped into the valley. During his descent, he used his bone sword to repeatedly pierce the rock face to slow his fall, eventually landing safely at the bottom of the valley, stepping onto a massive rib.

Standing amidst these remains of true dragons, an indescribable sense of heavy stillness and death washes over you.

This sense of "deathly twilight" is not simply the aura of death, but rather contains the unwillingness, sorrow, and eternal silence brought about by the passage of time when these top-level life forms fell.

Harosa was slightly surprised.

He had spent his life surrounded by death and thought he was already numb to it, but now, standing in this burial ground of the true dragon, his consciousness actually felt a heavy pressure originating from the level of life itself.

True dragons, indeed, are creatures at the top of the food chain; even the marks of death they leave behind are so extraordinary.

He immediately tried the most direct method—using the Gate of the Underworld to pack up and take away these precious dragon remains. However, after communicating with the Gate of the Underworld with his mind, the feedback was clear: No!

The energy and residual will contained in these true dragon remains are too immense and resilient, far exceeding the current limits that the Gate of the Underworld can withstand. Forcibly taking them will only cause the spatial passage to collapse.

"Tsk, it wasn't that easy after all." Harosa wasn't surprised by the result. The Dragon God and Dragon Soul were still here, and there were some residual wills in these true dragon corpses. How could he possibly move them?

He immediately changed his strategy. Since he couldn't move the bones, he would absorb the most essential element from them—the resentment of the dead!

The sorrow that Tang Wulin felt in the original work was actually because Tang Wulin had the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, which is why he felt sorrow. In Harosa's eyes, this was the purest aura of death.

This power affected Tang Wulin's state of mind, and the sorrow only disappeared after the Thousand Days of Dragon Burial ended.

Each dragon's remains is imbued with an extremely dense and pure vengeful spirit. This is a special power formed by the combination of the dragon's powerful will, resentful soul fragments, and death energy after its fall—a power a hundred times more precious to Harossa than ordinary death energy!

Harosa didn't delay any longer. He walked to a huge dragon skeleton, concentrated his spiritual energy, and communicated with the Gate of the Underworld. This time, the Gate of the Underworld did not fully open, but instead formed a small, stable spatial vortex in front of him.

He carefully guided the resentful power of the dead, a grayish-black color tinged with a dark gold, that permeated the dragon's skeleton, peeling and drawing it away bit by bit, like unraveling a cocoon, slowly drawing it into the spatial vortex. This pure power was transmitted directly back to his original body, somewhere on the Douluo Continent, through the Gate of the Underworld.

"Heh, I'm also burying a dragon. It doesn't need to take a thousand days. Dragon God, please don't attack me."

This process requires immense patience and precise control. The resentment of the dead contained within each dragon's remains is like a deep pool, and it takes time to drain it. Moreover, forcibly extracting it too quickly might awaken the dormant lingering spirit within the remains, leading to unnecessary trouble.

Time passed quietly in the silent Dragon Tomb.

Harosa, like a tireless miner, "mined" the resentment of the dead from the remains of these true dragons, one after another. His movements became more and more skilled, and his efficiency gradually increased.

Hei Yi's body became a mere tool and conduit, bearing the bone-chilling cold and immense pressure on the soul level brought about by the flow of the resentment of the dead.

I don't know how much time has passed; it could be a few days, or it could be longer.

When Harosa rose from beside the last enormous dragon skeleton, the vast sea of ​​dragon bones, though still containing remains, had lost much of the suffocating resentment of the dead, as if their souls had been drained away.

"Hoo..." Harosa let out a long breath. His body was exhausted and his spirit was also greatly depleted. Even across two planes, Harosa's demigod consciousness felt very weak.

But the results were remarkable; a massive amount of incredibly pure and potent vengeful energy from the dead had been absorbed by the main body.

His gaze finally fell upon the center of this sea of ​​bones—a valley within a valley that was even deeper and more terrifying.

There, an indescribable pressure emanated, as if the very heart of Dragon Valley was pounding. The Dragon God's soul, or rather, a fragment of his divine consciousness, resided there!

Harosa's expression turned extremely solemn. He knew very well that, given the current state of Hei Yi's body and the suppression of the Dragon Valley's rules, let alone making contact with the Dragon God's soul, even approaching the valley entrance would likely result in him being crushed to dust by the pressure that surpassed the level of a God-King, and even the consciousness attached to him might be affected.

"Now is not the time," Harosa calmly assessed. This body was too weak, and the tools had already been used to their fullest potential. Forcibly touching the Dragon God's soul would be tantamount to suicide; the Death Dragon Bone and Bone Seed were still inside him, and he couldn't just die like that.