The Emperor's Domineering Favor, the Evil Consort's Unparalleled Reign

"Back then, because of your special constitution, you were sent to a safe place by the clan elders. After I died, Mu Zhen turned me into a ring of withered bones, and my memories were gradually erased. With the help of my spiritual power, I finally managed to find you with the ring of withered bones and resided in your body. However, I also fell into a deep sleep for many years. If it weren't for your blood awakening me, I'm afraid we would never have met in this life. If I hadn't lost my memories, you wouldn't have taken such a big detour and been left all alone, wandering the Spirit Realm Continent."

"During the war between the spirits and ghosts, the people of the Ghost Realm suffered heavy casualties. The elites of the Blood Moon Sect all died with me outside the Demon Man Ridge. It was around that time that you fell into the hands of the people of the Spirit Realm. Fortunately, you survived."

After hearing Yin Lie's words, Ying Li clenched her fingers tightly. It turned out that everything she had, her family and everything she had, was thanks to Mu Zhen. If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have been regarded as a waste for fifteen years, bullied by others, harmed by Ying Luo, or experienced all of the subsequent events... All of this stemmed from the selfish desires of the Mu Dynasty!

"I want to master the method of controlling the Bone Ring, and I want the people of the Mu Dynasty to be buried with our clan!" Ying Li said, suddenly realizing that he was already in tears. The empathy of blood being intertwined with water, the grief of the clan's destruction, only needed a moment to awaken the emotions hidden deep in his bones, which grew with hatred.

“Your eight guardian spirit masters reside within the Bone Ring, but the spiritual power hidden within you has not yet been fully activated. There is a type of Death Spirit Grass in the Dead Cloud Mountain of Yinling Kingdom City. Combining that with the inner core of the Qilin Divine Beast in the Spirit Beast Mountain Range of the Spirit Domain Continent can help you assimilate your spiritual power faster, allowing you to control eight guardian spirit masters simultaneously,” Yin Lie said, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Last time, Ying Li activated her spiritual power in the tomb of Dong'an Kingdom. By chance, she managed to get the seven guardian spirit masters to fight for her with the help of the Devouring Spirit Stone. However, that battle also caused Ying Li's spiritual power to rapidly deplete. Now, the primary task is to replenish Ying Li's spiritual power, control the Bone Ring with her spiritual power vortex, and obtain that earth-shattering power using the incantation on the Moonstone. At that time, in the war between spirits and ghosts in the Mu Dynasty, Ying Li will be the protagonist and the focus of the entire war!

Avenge those Ghost Realm people who died unjustly at the hands of the Spirit Realm people! Avenge those aliens who died unjustly at the hands of the Mu Dynasty! Avenge my clan! Avenge myself!

“Count me in, Dead Spirit Mountain is a great place.” Fu Cheng leaned against a pavilion pillar, looking at Ying Li’s tightly pursed lips and the strong line that formed them, and smiled slightly.

"Besides, you led those people outside my manor, how could I not run away and hide for a few days?!" Fu Cheng's smile carried a hint of mockery, the meaning of which was self-evident.

In Demon Man Ridge, Mu Ran was locked in fierce combat with that person when suddenly, the blood python vanished, and the person turned into a wisp of dust and disappeared into Demon Man Ridge. Everyone was shocked but secretly relieved. Hou Ning, seeing that no Ghost Domain people appeared ahead, gradually calmed down. It was as if it were a dream; the person had come and gone in an instant, giving one the feeling of an illusion.

"Your Highness, could it be that what we just saw was merely an illusion created by the Demon Man Ridge?! Have we all encountered an illusionary realm?!" Hou Ning asked.

Mu Ran shook his head, his eyes deep and his face cold. "It's the Ring of Withered Bones. Ying Li is nearby."

"Your Highness, Third Prince! We've found out that Ying Li is at the Fu Clan Manor in Yinling Kingdom City! The Third Prince is absolutely right, she's nearby!" A messenger-like man walked out from the crowd, presenting Muran with a handwritten edict from another sect.

Mu Ran saw a simple sketch of Ying Li above, with a black bracelet on her right hand and a very similar appearance.

"It really is her! We've been infiltrating the Ghost Realm for so many days, and we've finally found out about this strange person. As long as we can capture her, we can report back to the Lord!"

"Yes! The heretic Ying Li bewitched people, harmed Consort Lan, and plundered the tomb's treasures. With her demonic constitution, she truly deserves to die! Now that she's in our hands, we will tear her to pieces!"

"She's got a witch's constitution, she deserves to die! Once we catch her, we'll tear her to pieces! Tear her to pieces!"

"You..." Although Hou Ning felt pleased, he couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed when he heard what those people said and saw Mu Ran's face gradually darkening. If Mu Ran attacked them now, Ying Li's news would be cut off. Mu Ran would always find a way to find Ying Li. Then they would fly far away and no one would be able to find their whereabouts!

These fools are only interested in taking credit and being good at talking, without even bothering to investigate the relationship between the alien Ying Li and His Highness Muran!

"Shut up! Anyone who dares to harm her will first have to answer to the sword in my hand!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, to everyone's astonishment, Mu Ran frowned. He looked down at his right hand, where the snake-like threads continued to devour his blood vessels. The small snake at his heart had its mouth wide open, having just bitten through his heart in a split second. Blood, accompanied by excruciating pain, surged up his throat—a slightly metallic taste, yet a thousand kinds of agony! Mu Ran swallowed the blood, his face gradually turning deathly pale. Mu Zhen had indeed noticed!

But he couldn't give up now. Ying Li was just ahead, and he had to get through this. Enduring the pain, Mu Ran shot forward, leaving Hou Ning and the others far behind!

However, just as Mu Ran left Demon Ridge, the Immortal-Slaying Sword suddenly let out a mournful cry, and a powerful force pulled Mu Ran towards the opposite path from Fu Clan Manor!

He didn't know how much time had passed, probably two nights and two days, before Muran finally stopped, gripping the sword tightly. The Immortal-Slaying Sword stopped its mournful cry and lay perfectly intact in his hand, as if nothing had happened.

Muran felt a chilling aura sweeping around him. He turned to look in all directions. Towering black mountains, withered trees, dead vines, ferocious beasts, and violent spirits surrounded him. If he hadn't consumed special spiritual medicines to balance the earth's spirit, Muran would probably have been injured by the resentment of the Demon Mountain Range and trapped in his terrible nightmare cycle for life.

"Where...where is this?!" Muran murmured.

"Mount Dead Spirit." A deathly voice sounded behind him. Muran turned around and saw a white divine sense floating behind him. An old man, his face ashen, had almost lost his spiritual power and was about to turn to ashes in half a day.

"What kind of place is that?!" Mu Ran had never heard of the Mountain of the Dead, but he felt that such a deathly, desolate place couldn't be more fitting as the name. Ordinary people who came here would surely die. People from the Spirit Realm would surely die, people from the Ghost Realm would surely die. He simply couldn't understand why this old man would come here.

"A place where the mountains and plains are covered with dead spirit grass, the Mountain of Desire in the Ghost Realm, a land of utter death. Dead spirit grass, Qilin Pill, can be refined into extraordinary spiritual medicine. After consuming it, one's spiritual power will be abnormally enhanced, making one leap to the level of a king. The only thing that can rival the power of the Bone Ring is it."

The elderly man spoke slowly and deliberately, and something dead in Muran's eyes gradually came back to life.

"Just how extreme can this thing push a person to become a monster?!"

"As long as you can get the Necrophyte Grass and the Qilin Pill, you can improve to whatever level you want. But kid, if you're from the Ghost Realm, I advise you not to go. People from the Ghost Realm will die if they eat those things!"

"I am a person from the Spirit Realm," Mu Ran said, enunciating each word clearly, his eyes indifferent yet resolute. He suddenly gave a bitter laugh and continued, "I have never felt so fortunate as I do now, so fortunate to be a person from the Spirit Realm."

"Give me the Qilin Pill... Give me the Qilin Pill... Kid, you have the Qilin Pill, right? Give it to me... Give it to me..." The old man reached out to Muran, but before he could finish speaking, he vanished in front of the deathly mountain wall. A gust of wind swept by, carrying away a patch of white, leaving only Muran behind.

"Ugh!!!" Muran's face turned blood red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat. He knelt on one knee, clutching his chest with his left hand. A heart-wrenching pain shot through his heart. His eyes flickered, and he looked up at the Dead Spirit Mountain in front of him. Suddenly, everything went black, and he collapsed!

The snake-like lines turned purplish-black, and the boy's hair became even whiter...