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

The old scenes have crumbled.

The sword intent in Zhou Ran's palm began to detach from the bridge pier.

The blue-white lightning was compressed to its limit and fell into his palm.

A dense, stinging pain shot through his hand bones, and the skin on the back of his hand split open, the blood just beginning to flow being evaporated by the sword intent.

The Primordial Bone emitted high-frequency vibrations, forcefully withstanding the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage.

Li Zhiyao asked:

"You saw it?"

Zhou Ran said:

"I saw it."

Li Zhiyao's tone softened:

"What did my brother say?"

Zhou Ran paused for a moment.

He said you're too fierce and told me not to take you out.

The Gathering Yin Banner was quiet for a moment.

Then, Li Zhiyao, who had been tricked, coldly said:

"Zhou Ran".

"If you die on the bridge, I will nail your soul into the banner."

Zhou Ran absorbed the sword intent into the Taihuang pattern on his left arm.

"Then you'll have to snatch people from Meng Po's hands first."

Inside the cave under the bridge, the pieces of Meng Po's bowl had already been put back together.

The gold glaze at the crack hadn't dried, and the bowl was still missing a piece, but at least it wasn't falling apart anymore.

Zhou Ran reached out and scooped up the broken bowl.

The water of the River of Oblivion dripped down between his fingers, landing on the ice surface and splashing out a few black flowers, which were then burned away by the blood energy of the Primordial Wilderness.

Just as he put away the porcelain bowl, a bugle call sounded from the north bank of the bridge.

The horn's cry drowned out the whispers of the souls beneath the ice of the River of Oblivion, its sound stretching across the river's surface.

Black Impermanence raised the command flag.

The flag unfolds, and four intaglio characters light up.

Welcoming the Emperor back to the throne.

On the north bank of the bridge, the integrated troops began their advance.

The first rank of fusion soldiers stepped onto the black ice, their skeletal feet colliding with the ice, creating a continuous cracking sound.

The rebel flags behind them moved forward.

The nails pinned to the skeleton of the Western dead lit up one by one, and eerie flames emerged from the gaps in the bones.

Zhou Ran looked up.

Behind the south bank defense line, Qiao Kun, carrying the Yaksha, roared:

"Down the first layer of battle flags!"

"Completely retiring to the second line!"

"Anyone who dares to act recklessly, I'll stuff their soul fire back into their belly first!"

A young ghost soldier said urgently:

"Lord Night Wanderer, they've already rushed off the bridge!"

Qiao Kun kicked him in the armor.

"At your command!"

"Don't try to ruin the Grand Commander's plans with your meager courage!"

The first layer of battle flags was deliberately pulled down by the ghost soldiers.

Several gaps in the formation revealed weaknesses.

Seeing the south bank retreat, the rebel vanguard quickened their pace, and a large number of fused soldiers pressed forward along the bridge.

Qiao Kun gritted his teeth and led his men to retreat to the second line.

"Let them in."

"Go in and then burn it."

The fusion troops crossed the bridge to the north and approached the south bank.

Black Impermanence remained standing in the same spot.

Behind him, sixteen black-armored guards carried out a golden sedan chair that was half a person's height.

The sedan chair was not large, and its body was engraved with the shadow patterns of the Fifth Palace, with human bone bells hanging from the four corners.

Before the bell rang, the surrounding yin energy was forced to retreat to both sides, and even the shadow under the feet of Black Impermanence shortened.

The sedan curtains were tightly closed.

The aura emanating from the gap in the curtain overwhelmed the Black Impermanence.

The Golden Elixir has reached its peak.

It's still climbing.

Zhou Ran stood under the bridge, the newly extracted Divine Transformation Sword Intent hidden in the Taihuang pattern on his left arm, and his right hand pressing on the Meng Po Bowl, which was not yet fully closed.

He watched as the golden sedan chair was carried to the bridgehead.

A thin, bony hand reached out from behind the sedan curtain.

His fingernails were gray, and his knuckles were wrapped with the golden patterns of the Fifth King of Hell.

The curtain was lifted slightly.

Half of his face was exposed to the eerie fire.

Zhou Ran had seen this face on a sheepskin painting in the Song Emperor's palace.

The Fifth King of Hell.

Visit the Bridge of Helplessness in person.

Zhou Ran's divine sword intent within his left arm trembled.

The gray cracks in his dantian also throbbed.

Li Zhiyao's voice lowered.

"The person in that sedan chair is more dangerous than the Black Impermanence."

Zhou Ran said:

"The Fifth King of Hell?"

"Most likely."

Qiao Kun also saw the sedan chair on the south bank.

He cursed.

"They really brought Yama, the King of Hell."

"Brothers, don't rush the second line of Yin Fire."

"Wait until their feet are all in the formation."

"Big brother!"

Protect the Grand Commander at all costs!

The Sun God snorted coldly, but his Yang energy became even stronger.

Black Impermanence stood at the north bank of the bridge and spoke from afar.

"Zhou Ran".

"You took the old items from under the bridge, breaking the rules of the Fifth Hall."

"Kneel down now, offer up the essence of White Impermanence, and offer up the Primordial Origin Bone."

"King Yama may keep your soul lamp burning."

Zhou Ran stood under the bridge, his palm still dripping with the water of the River of Oblivion.

"Since when have the rules of your Fifth Court extended to the area under the Third Court Bridge?"

Black Impermanence's face darkened.

"A new emperor will be established in the underworld."

"The old Ten Courts will eventually be unified."

"After Yama returns to his position, the Third Court, the Eighth Court, and the First Court will all obey the orders of the Fifth Court."

Zhou Ran stepped out of the bridge shadows.

"Let's talk about it after he returns to his post."

"He's still in the sedan chair."

The person in the sedan chair looked at Zhou Ran.

"Living people."

"You have the scent of a celestial corpse on you."

Zhou Ran tucked the Meng Po bowl into his bosom, his left arm concealing the pale blue sword intent beneath the Taihuang patterns.

"You smell like a coffin."

Half of Yama's face remained unchanged.

Black Impermanence roared, "Insolence!"

The person inside the sedan chair raised their hand.

Black Impermanence immediately fell silent.

Yama looked down at the ice beneath Zhou Ran's feet.

"Hand over Li Chengfeng's sword intent."

"I can allow you to lead the remnants of the Three Palaces back to the Gates of Hell."

Zhou Ran looked at him.

"You want it?"

The voice of the person inside the sedan chair drowned out the icy surface of the River of Oblivion.

What I desire will eventually come into my possession.

Zhou Ran raised his left arm.

A bluish-white light rose half an inch from the palm.

The moment the Divine Transformation Sword Intent was revealed, the entire stone railing of the Naihe Bridge trembled simultaneously.

The rebel ranks on the north bank retreated several steps.

Zhou Ran gazed at the sedan chair.

"Then come and get it."

The azure and white sword intent hovered in Zhou Ran's palm, only half an inch high, yet it silenced the entire frozen surface of the River of Oblivion.

The front rank of the fusion troops stopped outside the second line of defense.

Qiao Kun stood behind the flags on the south bank, his arm raised, not lowering it for a long time.

He stared at the ball of light in Zhou Ran's palm and muttered a curse under his breath:

"The things that the old master Li Chengfeng left behind are truly frightening."

Leopard Tail stood beside him, gripping his spear, and asked:

"Lord Night Wanderer, shall we burn it or not?"

Qiao Kun stared at the location of the fusion soldier.

"Don't burn it."

"They haven't had enough."

Bird Beak said urgently:

"If we wait any longer, it'll be right up against our faces."

Qiao Kun lowered his voice.

"The Grand Commander was talking to Yama, the King of Hell, under the bridge."

"Whoever falls into chaos first on our side will lose."

The ghostly soldiers on the south bank gritted their teeth and endured it.

In the second line of Yin Fire Gully, the blue-black flames were suppressed by array patterns, threatening to engulf a patch of ice at any moment.

North bank bridgehead.

Upon seeing the Divine Transformation Sword Intent, Hei Wuchang tightened his grip on the flag.

"Your Majesty."

"If that sword intent were to strike, it would likely injure the vanguard."

Inside the golden sedan chair, Yama, the King of Hell, still only showed half of his face.

"Li Chengfeng has been dead for four thousand years."

"The blow left by the dead is not enough to frighten me."

Black Impermanence lowered his head.

"But Zhou Ran is not an ordinary Golden Core cultivator."

"He just changed his fate in the Book of Life and Death and also refined the essence of the White Impermanence."

"I'm worried he might use the sword's intent to break the bridge."

Yama, the King of Hell:

"He wouldn't dare."

Black Impermanence raised his eyes.

Yama, the King of Hell, fixed his gaze on the hole under the bridge.

"If he breaks the bridge, the River of Oblivion will be the first to crack."

"The three temples will be flooded by the river."

"The Meng Po bowl is also in his hands."

"He is now more afraid of the bridge collapsing than I am."

Black Impermanence gripped the command flag tightly.

"Understood."

"Force him to guard the bridge."