Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Halosa hovered high above Devil's Island, looking down upon this legendary forbidden land. His Divine Origin Realm spiritual power, like the most sophisticated radar, silently scanned the area below.

As far as the eye can see, the main island and its surrounding islands are a deathly black, as if they have been soaked in ink.

The seawater within a radius of about 300 meters around the island is an eerie deep black, clearly contrasting with the normal blue seawater in the distance, creating a strong visual impact.

The island wasn't barren, but all the vegetation was covered with a thick layer of black substance, making it appear twisted and lifeless. The overall environment was gloomy and oppressive, exuding an unsettling aura of destruction.

The normal primordial energy of heaven and earth can hardly be sensed in the air.

What Harosa cared about most was the extremely dense aura of destruction that permeated some parts of the island, almost like a tangible presence!

Its power, purity, and brutality far exceeded any destructive energy he had ever encountered before.

In contrast, deep within the seas surrounding the island, a vibrant force surges periodically like a pulse – the primordial energy of life.

These two diametrically opposed yet co-originating god-king level primordial forces have formed a strange balance in terms of size and quality, together constituting the unique distorted space of Devil's Island.

"Destruction and life intertwined... the legacy of the fallen God-King..." Harosa murmured to himself.

His mental focus swept over the seven special beings known as the "Seven Old Demons".

Their condition confirmed his conjecture—they were not made of flesh and blood, but were composed purely of powerful soul energy, their forms twisted and uncertain, as if they were one with the destructive aura of the entire Devil's Island.

Their soul core is protected by a pure life-source energy, which is what keeps their consciousness from dying.

Greed, gluttony, lust, sloth, wrath, envy, pride... seven intense emotions emanate from them like labels.

"As long as the source of Devil's Island's destruction and its periodic life tides don't dry up, they can be reborn infinitely here... This is a kind of undead spirit!" Harosa concluded. This further enhanced his assessment of Devil's Island's value.

A bold idea formed in his mind: if he could analyze and control the source of destruction and the source of life here, and draw on the principle of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, mutual generation and mutual restraint, could he create a mechanism that continuously generates "undying spirits" in the small world of skeletons?

The continued existence and activity of these undead spirits will allow them to steadily release the power of death and the resentment of the dead, and even... through a long evolution, generate the pure essence of the underworld! This will completely solve the core problems of the stability and growth potential of the skeleton world!

It can also continuously strengthen one's second soul core, the Netherworld Dead Soul Core.

This prospect is incredibly enticing.

However, reality is staring us in the face. To achieve this goal, the first step is to delve into Devil's Island, find and attempt to contact the core source of destruction, the source of life that appears periodically dependent on the source of destruction.

But that's the primordial power of a god-king! With his quasi-god level strength, can he withstand its pressure? Can he even begin to control it? The risk is enormous.

Before that, they must deal with the seven troublesome "gatekeepers"—the Seven Old Demons.

They are immortal and indestructible in this area, so there's no point in fighting them head-on; the only option is to suppress them.

The problem is that each of these seven old monsters has reached the Divine Origin Realm in terms of spiritual power! Moreover, they are imbued with the aura of the two great gods of life and destruction, and the "quality" and characteristics of their spiritual power are probably even more bizarre and troublesome than his own Divine Origin Realm, which is imbued with the aura of the Sea God!

"Twelve undead spirit knights are extremely effective against physical enemies, but against such a purely powerful soul... their effectiveness will likely be greatly reduced," Harosa assessed in his mind, his brow furrowing slightly. Especially considering the opponent's home-field advantage and undead nature.

Even with his strong will, Harosa couldn't help but feel a sense of instinctive fear when faced with the unknown realm of the God-King and the seven troublesome local tyrants.

This is not fear, but vigilance against an unknown and powerful force.

But the allure of godhood overcame all hesitation. His eyes narrowed, and he made his decision.

Harosa concealed his aura, his figure descending slowly like a light, falling leaf towards the dark, desolate, and destructive central area of ​​Devil's Island.

His Divine Origin Realm spiritual power was highly concentrated, like an invisible net, vigilantly sensing all subtle changes around him, ready to deal with the sudden attack of those seven old monsters at any time.

Finally, my feet touched the cold, hard, black ground of Devil's Island, which seemed to have been burned and then cooled and solidified.

A violent, chaotic, and destructive intent, wanting to tear everything apart, surged in from all directions like an invisible tide, attempting to breach his mental defenses.

The expected thunderous attack from the Seven Demon Lords did not immediately arrive. The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the aura of destruction blowing continuously like an invisible wind.

He focused his senses and confirmed the information was accurate—there was indeed no absorbable elemental energy in this area. The inability to naturally recover depleted soul power is a fatal predicament for most soul masters.

Harosa merely raised an eyebrow slightly. The Netherworld Soul Core within his body slowly rotated, communicating with the distant Netherworld origin, continuously replenishing him with pure death energy. This amount of consumption was insignificant to him.

His gaze swept over the twisted, pitch-black trees on the island. They did not contain dark elements, but rather seemed to be the product of being completely "carbonized" by some kind of extreme destructive force.

Harosa's powerful Divine Origin Realm spiritual energy swept across the area, but he couldn't sense a trace of life, only an overwhelming stillness and remnants of destruction. He could even perceive that within these seemingly lifeless tree trunks lay an extremely pure and highly corrosive aura of destruction! Its quality was so high that even he felt a chill.

"In the original story, that kid Tang Wulin had the Golden Dragon King's bloodline protecting him, and he was almost injured by being touched..." Harosa understood in his heart, and the domineering power of this destructive death energy was evident.

Then, his gaze fell upon the deep black sea at the edge of the island. In his memory, Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Emperor Vines had only touched it once before his soul power and blood essence were frantically devoured.

With a slight thought, Harosa drew an invisible strand of soul power from his fingertips, and a small pool of pitch-black seawater floated in front of him.

He tried to touch the seawater with a wisp of his soul power. Instantly, a powerful suction force came! The wisp of soul power vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"Such a powerful devouring force," Harosa's eyes narrowed slightly. "I had to use some effort to control it." What surprised him even more was that this seawater had no elemental properties whatsoever; he couldn't even sense the most basic water element!

It is the embodiment of pure, ultimate "devouring" power!