Halosa looked at the gray light cluster. After the fusion, he found that he could touch it. On one hand, his mental force had taken a step forward from the peak of the Spirit Domain Realm after the fusion. On the other hand, it should be the white light cluster protecting the gray light cluster.
Halosa, with the soul memories of Blue Star, looked at the gray light cluster thoughtfully. He always felt a sense of familiarity, but something was still missing.
He stimulated it with his mental force.
An ancient and domineering voice rang out: “With hands that grasp the sun and moon and pluck the stars, there is no one like me in this world!”
Now that felt right.
The Necromancer Holy Mage, Undead Scourge Ilex, achieved the most enduring fame with his demigod divine force. Although he was half-dead and in fragments, it was better to live poorly than to die well.
“It’s a pity, Huo Yuhao became Little San’s dog and forgot about you. He didn’t even think of finding your other divine force fragments to resurrect you.”
The gray light cluster trembled but ultimately failed to materialize into the human form Halosa remembered; it seemed too weak.
The divine force fragment that could still exist after ten thousand years was clearly not as potent as Huo Yuhao’s.
“Your Excellency seems to know me?” A weak and ancient voice came from the gray light cluster, as if it could dissipate at any moment.
Halosa, who was familiar with the Sanshao series, naturally knew the compatibility between Ilex and Halosa: one a necromancer, the other a Netherworld Reincarnator—a perfect match!
Therefore, it was impossible to let Ilex’s divine force fragment dissipate like this. Immediately, his mental force sea surged, enveloping and nurturing him.
“I’ve merely seen your other divine force fragments.” Halosa’s tone was calm. Who wasn’t a demigod?
Ilex said thoughtfully, yet still unclear: “This fragment of my divine force is too weak and holds few memories. I cannot repay Your Excellency’s assistance. Perhaps I will remember something when I awaken from my slumber.”
Halosa didn’t pay much attention to whether it was now or in the future. “Alright, you sleep. If you don’t remember, I’ll just eat you.”
The main point was not to waste anything.
The mental force sea fell silent, and Halosa floated quietly, contemplating his path forward.
In the original work, he was severely injured by Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena in the far north, and then killed by that fellow Qiangu Dieting in the Plane War, with no further resurrection.
He guessed that he was clearly suppressed by the thief Tang Hao. As the Child of the Plane, nurtured by the remnant Plane Will of Douluo, he would naturally be suppressed by the Plane Master Tang Hao.
His unparalleled talent was still inferior to Yun Ming’s; he hadn’t created a demigod God Position, only relying on the formidable and troublesome nature of his Nether King Sword Spirit to avoid being defeated by Yun Ming.
Thinking of this, Halosa seemed to be provoked and burst into sarcastic laughter: “I never thought, never thought, that the Sea God, whom Douluo Continent has worshipped for ten thousand years, would be such a person, truly treating the Douluo Plane as his own backyard.”
“How many favored children of the heavens does my Douluo Plane have, yet if they don’t become dogs, they can’t become gods?!”
For how many years, how many people, have striven to become gods, only to find the reason they couldn’t was this.
The salty smell of the sea rushed into his nostrils, and waves of tearing pain came from deep within his body. Those were injuries caused by the combined efforts of the three Limit Douluo, and even after completing his reincarnation and resurrection, it was impossible to heal instantly.
He sensed the condition of his body. His Spirit Core was dim, his spirit power was almost exhausted, and his mental force was greatly depleted, barely maintaining itself at the threshold of the Spirit Domain Realm.
His Four-Word Battle Armor, which he was so proud of, was already shattered beyond repair. Oh, no, it should be a special Three-Word Battle Armor. In the original work, Halosa failed to create a true Four-Word Battle Armor due to the lack of a Divine Craftsman’s help. Instead, he used special methods to make his Three-Word Battle Armor transform and rival a Four-Word Battle Armor.
If he could forge a true Four-Word Battle Armor, his strength would be even greater.
Halosa recalled carefully. He was of the same generation as Pavilion Master, Heaven's Chosen Douluo. In the original work, Yun Ming became famous throughout the continent after his disappearance, which meant it was around this time. He deduced that he was less than a century older than Yun Ming.
And Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua was of the same generation as Yun Ming. He just didn’t know whether the current Divine Craftsman was Zhen Hua or his master, Yuan Hua.
“Truly miserable.” He twitched his lips, a self-mocking thought surfacing. The fused memories gave him a clearer understanding of his predicament. Bei Songhe, Long Yeyue, Qiangu Dieting… the full-power strikes of three Limit Douluo, plus ten thousand years of accumulation from the Golden Ancient Tree, surviving was indeed a miracle, also thanks to the favor of the Plane Will and the unique nature of the Nether King Sword Spirit.
Everyone else is a Four-Word Battle Armorist, but I’m not?
He tried to mobilize a trace of spirit power, immediately causing intense pain in his meridians. “Tsk, these injuries won’t recover for a few months, I’m afraid.” He gave up the idea of immediate recovery and instead focused his attention on his mental force sea.
In the center of his mental force sea, the dusty gray light cluster floated quietly—it was Ilex’s remaining divine force fragment. Under the active guidance of his new consciousness after the fusion, the power of his mental force sea was slowly enveloping and nourishing it, preventing its further dissipation.
Should I just devour it? That should allow for a quick recovery.
“Ilex…” Halosa silently recited the name. The memories from Blue Star brought information about this Necromancer Holy Mage—his glory, his fall, his being forgotten. A sense of shared suffering arose spontaneously. They were both pawns manipulated and abandoned by a higher existence.
Sigh, forget it.
“Child of the Douluo Plane? Heh, in the eyes of a God King, merely a useful tool, or… an obstacle to be cleared.” He recalled his depressing death in the later stages of the original work, he recalled Yun Ming and Chen Xinjie, these chosen “heroes,” and he recalled Tang Wulin, who ultimately became a god.
A cold, bone-chilling killing intent rose from the bottom of his heart, purer than the aura of the Netherworld.
The one obstructing him was Tang San! It was this God King who had usurped the Plane’s authority and regarded the entire Douluo Continent as his private property!
“What if he is a God King?” Halosa’s eyes sharpened like knives. Although his body was weak, the pride belonging to a Nether King, to a favored one of the Plane, burned fiercely under the indomitable will of his fused Blue Star soul.
“A thief is always a thief. Why should your rules bind me? Why should your arrangements decide my life and death?”
He laboriously turned over, no longer drifting with the current, but began to mobilize a faint trace of mental force to guide the water, allowing himself to slowly drift in one direction.
The death aura was relatively strong there, making it convenient for absorption and recovery.
As for Ilex’s divine force fragment… Halosa felt the faint but stable fluctuations in his mental force sea.
This was an unexpected gain, a “legacy” from ten thousand years ago. Once he recovered some strength, perhaps he could try to communicate with it. Necromancy and Netherworld rebirth sounded very promising.
Perhaps, this could become his trump card to break the rules and contend against the God King.
The sea breeze was cold, blowing across his tattered clothes and pale cheeks. His injuries were severe, and the path ahead was even more riddled with thorns and traps set by the God King. But there was no hint of fear in Halosa’s eyes, only a cold calm and determination.
“Tang Hao… Shrek… Spirit Transfer Pagoda…” He muttered these names, each word carrying a bone-chilling coldness. “And that high and mighty God King… just you wait.”
“Whoever obstructs my path to godhood, be you human or god, shall be killed without mercy!”
He closed his eyes, said no more, and concentrated all his mind on guiding the water flow. Once he reached the place, he would absorb the power of death. His body was slowly repairing, and his will was being silently tempered.
His next awakening would be the beginning of revenge and defiance.
