The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

His body slowly fell down, splashing a cloud of dust.

Ling Xiuhan fell to the ground, gasping for breath. His face was as pale as paper, and his black robe was tattered.

But his eyes were filled with the joy of victory. In the Demon Realm, a land full of dangers and challenges, he relied on his wisdom and powerful magic to finally defeat the powerful opponent Mo Yuan.

However, just as Ling Xiu Han was about to leave the battlefield, he suddenly felt a mysterious and powerful force surging in the distance.

This power was different from the dark magic he was familiar with, and it seemed to hide deeper secrets.

Ling Xiuhan raised his head slightly, looking toward the source of the mysterious power. A flicker of determination flashed in his deep eyes. He flashed, ignoring his own fatigue and injuries, and rushed towards the unknown source.

Along the way, the scene of the Demon Realm passed by him rapidly. The twisted demon trees looked like demons with bared fangs and claws. Bubbles emerged from the demon swamp emitting a dark green light from time to time, emitting a pungent smell when they burst.

Ling Xiu Han ignored it completely. His heart was occupied by that mysterious power, as if there was an invisible call pulling him.

The closer they got to their destination, the stronger the oppressive force grew. Ling Xiuhan could sense that this was no ordinary magical fluctuation; it held an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it came from the very beginnings of the Demon Realm's creation.

Suddenly, a huge dark castle appeared in front of them. The castle was shrouded in a layer of black fog, and the mysterious power was continuously emanating from inside the castle.

Ling Xiu Han stopped in front of the castle. He stared at the majestic building in front of him, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No matter who you are, don't even think about stopping me from exploring." He whispered, his voice filled with unquestionable dominance.

He slowly stepped into the castle, and as soon as he entered, a strong dark airflow rushed towards him, trying to block him out.

Ling Xiu snorted coldly, waved his hands, and dark magic formed a shield in front of him, forcibly breaking through the blockade of the air flow.

The interior of the castle was dark and damp, with strange runes flashing on the walls and black shadows occasionally moving in and out of the corners.

Walking along the long corridor, Ling Xiu Han could hear bursts of low roars coming from the depths, as if some huge creature was breathing.

When he reached the end of the corridor, a huge stone door appeared before his eyes.

The stone door was tightly closed, and all kinds of strange patterns were engraved on it. These patterns seemed to be telling an ancient story, but Ling Xiu Han had no time to pay attention to it at the moment.

He placed both hands on the stone door, infusing it with magical energy, attempting to push it open. However, the stone door remained motionless, instead unleashing a powerful recoil force that sent Ling Xiuhan back several steps.

"Hmph, you little stone gate dare to go against me!" Ling Xiu Han shouted angrily, magic power surged around his body, and his figure rushed towards the stone gate like a black lightning.

This time, he exerted all his strength. The moment he touched the stone door, there was a loud noise and the stone door finally opened slowly.

The scene behind the door shocked Ling Xiuhan. A massive magic circle slowly rotated in the center of the room, and within it hovered a magic crystal emitting a faint blue light.

The light from this magic crystal illuminated the entire room. The space around the magic crystal seemed to be distorted, and some strange scenes could be vaguely seen flowing in it.

Ling Xiu Han slowly approached the magic circle. He could feel the enormous energy contained in the magic crystal, but this energy was sealed by a mysterious force.

Just as he tried to investigate further, the surrounding space suddenly distorted more and more, and a group of black ghosts emerged from the magic circle. These ghosts rushed towards Ling Xiuhan with their fangs and claws bared, emitting sharp cries.

Ling Xiuhan's eyes turned cold, and his magical power erupted, his black robe dancing in the wind. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the dark magic power transformed into black flames, burning towards the group of ghosts.

The ghosts struggled in the flames, but their numbers were so great that many managed to break through the flames and rush towards Ling Xiuhan. Ling Xiuhan moved swiftly, weaving through the ghosts with ease. His palms were like knives, and each swing could disperse a group of ghosts.

"You think you can stop me with just these ghosts?" Ling Xiu Han said disdainfully.

His magic power surged, enveloping the entire room in a dark aura. The ghosts gradually dissipated under the powerful pressure of the magic.

When the last ghost disappeared, Ling Xiuhan once again cast his gaze towards the magic crystal in the magic circle. He cautiously reached out his hand, trying to touch the magic crystal.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the magic crystal, a blue arc of electricity shot out from the magic crystal, and Ling Xiu Han quickly retracted his hand.

"This seal is a bit tricky," he muttered to himself.

He began to observe the magic circle carefully, trying to find a way to break the seal.

At the bottom of the magic crystal, he found some tiny runes that were similar to the runes he had seen on the castle wall before.

Ling Xiu Han calmed down and began to decipher these runes with his profound attainments in dark magic.

After some effort, he finally found the pattern of the runes. Ling Xiuhan formed seals with his hands, muttering something, and dark magic gathered in his hands along a specific trajectory.

He slowly injected magic power into the runes at the bottom of the magic crystal. As the magic power was injected, the runes began to flicker.

The magic circle's rotation speed gradually increased, and the dark blue light of the magic crystal became more and more dazzling.

Suddenly, the seal on the magic crystal dissipated like a layer of broken glass, and huge energy burst out instantly, rushing towards Ling Xiu Han.

Ling Xiu Han did not dodge. He opened his arms and welcomed the baptism of this energy.

Under the impact of the energy, Ling Xiuhan's body began to change. His magic power was greatly enhanced, and his injuries were recovering rapidly.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, "This is the power I'm after!"

He laughed loudly towards the sky, and his laughter echoed in the castle, full of arrogance.