After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

In the courtyard of the old house, a chilling wind swirled close to the ground.

"Are you talking about destiny?"

Feng Xi pulled her hat down low, and the pair of pale, lifeless eyes beneath it swayed violently.

The underworld governs reincarnation, a rule that has suppressed the human underworld for thousands of years.

The living return to the yang realm, the dead enter the yin realm; no one can arbitrarily alter this.

The moment Zhou Ran opened his mouth, he was about to take control of the life and death of the thirty million souls in Jiangcheng.

"Zhou Ran, don't be so arrogant!"

Feng Xi's voice turned cold, and the deathly aura of the River of Oblivion seeped out from the cracks in the bone boat, creeping out along the blue bricks.

"If the Ten Kings of Hell were to punish you, could you alone withstand the entire underworld's reckoning?"

Zhou Ran did not retreat a single step.

He put one hand in his pocket, and the dark green jade talisman twirled twice between his fingers.

"The Ten Kings of Hell?"

Zhou Ran scoffed, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"The rebels have moved the reflection of the Bridge of Helplessness to the veins of Jiangcheng, and those old fogies who are still breathing don't even dare to leave the palace."

"If you were truly capable, would you need to row a rickety boat in the middle of the night to deliver the token to me?"

He stopped, and the idealistic vision of the mid-stage Golden Core realm spread outwards.

The deathly aura of the River of Oblivion had barely reached three feet in front of him when it was forcefully dispersed, not even having the chance to get close.

"promise."

"Or, take your token and go back to the River of Oblivion."

Zhou Ran spoke in a very low voice, yet it made the eardrums of several people in the courtyard tighten.

"I don't care how many people die in Jiangcheng."

But if anyone dares to touch my people, I will fight my way all the way to the underworld and tear down their palace.

Feng Xi's hand, gripping the oar, bulged with veins.

She stared at the cold, aloof man in front of her, remaining silent for a long time.

She knew better than anyone else what the underworld's current situation was.

The Five Palaces of the Underworld have been cornered by the rebels and their Void Realm minions.

Once the breach in Jiangcheng is opened, the remaining palaces of the underworld won't last long.

A few breaths later, Feng Xi closed her eyes, and when she spoke again, her throat was filled with suppressed resentment.

"The land of Jiangcheng, with its thirty million souls, is temporarily under your jurisdiction."

"But if the Yin-Yang Formation cannot be defended, you will have to bear the consequences yourself."

"If you had said that earlier, it would have been fine."

Zhou Ran casually tossed the Grand Commander's jade talisman into his storage ring, skipping even a single polite word.

He turned and walked behind the stone lion.

Liu Yu huddled there, trembling all over. When he saw Zhou Ran coming over, he thought he had been given a second chance at life. He crawled forward on his hands and feet, forcing a fawning smile on his face.

Mr. Zhou!

Thank you so much, Mr. Zhou, for saving my life!

I'll call my uncle right now and have him deliver it...

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ran lifted his leg.

boom!

The kick landed on Liu Yu's chest.

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed through the yard.

Liu Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, his head slammed into a blue brick, his eyes rolled back, and he convulsed in pain, almost fainting.

"Brother Ran, there's something wrong with this kid!"

Fatty Wang approached, and as the Buddha's light shone upon him, the gray-black aura between Liu Yu's eyebrows was revealed, like an insect nest wriggling in the mud.

This is not ordinary yin energy.

"I know."

Zhou Ran's eyes were filled with coldness.

He already saw through it.

How could a spoiled brat who couldn't even withstand half a move from the Su sisters have the ability to summon such a Yin-Yang formation?

This kid is a living vessel from beginning to end.

Zhou Ran bent down, and the black and gold totem on Taihuang's left arm lit up.

He clenched his five fingers and pressed them against Liu Yu's skull.

"Soul Search".

As soon as the two words were spoken, Zhou Ran's divine sense pierced into Liu Yu's sea of ​​consciousness.

boom!

As soon as he touched the edge of his memory, the evil thought deep within Liu Yu's soul burst forth.

That thing, having been repeatedly refined by Western magic, is called the Nightmare Demon.

It is not very lethal, but it specifically corrupts the cultivator's consciousness, drags people into an illusion, wears down their reason, and eventually burns them into idiocy.

This was a very cunning plan.

The other party had anticipated that Zhou Ran would use the most brutal method to search his soul.

As his inner demons flared up, Liu Yu coughed up blood from all seven orifices.

The gray light shot up Zhou Ran's five fingers and headed straight for his brow.

"Zhou Ran, watch out!"

Li Zhiyao lowered her eyebrows, and two thousand years of Yin energy transformed into ice needles, which she raised to block.

But it was still a beat too late.

The gray light rushed into Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness.

The next instant, all reactions ceased.

There were no screams.

It didn't get out of control.

Deep within Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness, the black, almost inky, golden elixir of the Mind was spinning on its own.

Below the Golden Core, although the Demon Emperor's foundation left by Ye Futian was incomplete, the remaining demonic energy was still frighteningly high.

These Western sorceries and wicked tricks are no match for it.

The so-called ultimate demonic aura was crushed the moment it touched the Demon Emperor's aura.

Before it could even struggle, it was transformed into spiritual nourishment and swallowed whole by the Golden Elixir.

Zhou Ran stood still, continuing to peel away a few more images from the fragments of the inner demon.

A blond, blue-eyed Western man.

Holding a bone staff.

Hexagram magic circle.

There is another location.

"The Xiao family."

Just now.

Zhou Ran's phone vibrated.

Ah Ning's urgent voice burst out from the receiver.

"Master Zhou!"

Come back soon!

A diversionary tactic!

A group of foreigners, leading a rebel army from the underworld, are launching a fierce attack on the manor's grand formation!

Xu Changsheng can't hold on much longer!

A demonic flame ignited in Zhou Ran's eyes.

Luring the tiger away from the mountain.

They used the abandoned old house and the Su sisters to stall him, and then used the inner demon within Liu Yu to destroy his consciousness.

If these two moves were combined, even an ordinary Golden Core cultivator would be crippled and their lair would be lost.

pity.

They miscalculated what Zhou Ran's golden core actually was.

"court death."

Zhou Ran tossed Liu Yu aside.

He turned and walked toward the dry well that was still spewing deathly energy.

The Primordial Bone within his body emitted a thunderous vibration.

The supremely yang and powerful Qi and blood surged out of Zhou Ran's body, and black and gold patterns crawled all the way up his arm and across his fist.

He did not form hand seals, nor did he use any ritual implements.

He raised only his right fist and smashed it down at the well opening.

"town!"

Rumble!

The ground of the old house undulated from the impact of that punch.

The primordial blood and qi transformed into a solid golden pillar, which was forcefully pressed into the bottom of the well.

The crimson spider lilies at the bottom of the well were burned to ashes.

The reflection of the River of Oblivion on the rock face was severed by this domineering blood energy.

With the array's core sealed off, the crimson light that had enveloped the old house dissipated completely.

"Get on the bus!"

Back to the manor!

Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the spot.

Fatty Wang carried the exhausted Su sisters on his back, with Li Zhiyao following behind him. The hem of her blue-and-white cheongsam was lifted by the cold wind and then quickly fell back down.

The SUV's engine roared, its headlights cleaving through the night as it sped out of the old alleyway in the south of the city.

The courtyard of the old house has fallen silent once again.

Feng Xi stood beside the dry well, looking at the domineering blood aura left by Zhou Ran, her white eyes twitching.

"This madman..."

I need to deliver this message to the underworld.

Just as she was muttering to herself, a dark shadow seeped out from the depths of the well that Zhou Ran had sealed off.

Feng Xi was extremely sensitive to the deathly aura of the underworld, but when this dark figure appeared, she didn't react at all.

The dark figure glided along the blue bricks and climbed up to the bottom of the bone boat hanging beside it.

Click.

A very faint cracking sound.

Feng Xi lowered her head, her expression changing instantly.

She saw the lonely boat she had forged from the bones of the bottom of the River of Oblivion, its surface covered with black cracks.

"What is that?!"

Feng Xi was shocked and swung the long oar towards the bottom of the boat, trying to force the dark figure away.

But it was too late.

The shadowy figure expanded, revealing a black mouth filled with sharp teeth.

The bone boat emitted a series of cracking sounds.

This magical artifact, which had accompanied her across the River of Oblivion for many years, couldn't even withstand a single breath under the corrosive influence of the shadows, turning into a shower of bone dust.

"No!"

Feng Xi screamed.

The death energy shield was raised, but it couldn't even provide the slightest resistance when it encountered that dark shadow.

His black mouth closed.

Feng Xi disappeared into the River of Oblivion along with the countless bone fragments scattered across the sky.

There is no remnant soul.

There were no lights.

Even the black water dripping from the raincoat was swallowed up completely.

The night wind blew in through the gap in the broken wall.

The dark figure twisted and turned along the ground a few times, letting out a hoarse, eerie laugh, before crawling along the base of the wall into the darkness.