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

After Zhao Shijiang finished speaking, he wore that same familiar expression on his face that Zhou Ran knew all too well.

Zhou Ran memorized every single word.

The core of the Fusion Soldier lies not in the stitching technique, but in the "rule adhesive" provided by the Void Realm feed port.

Without that thing, Eastern souls and Western skeletons are simply incompatible.

The source of the adhesive: the Heavenly Corpse.

With each "breath" of the Heavenly Corpse, tiny fragments of the Void Realm Laws seep out from the Yin-Yang Barrier.

The rebels collected these fragments, purified them, and injected them into the sutures.

In other words, the more active the Celestial Corpses are, the higher the production capacity of the Fusion Soldiers will be.

There's another reason why Yama, the King of Hell, is so eager to awaken the Heavenly Corpse.

Zhou Ran remembered it.

Zhao Shijiang was still smiling.

Zhou Ran's figure disappeared from the kneeling position.

The Primordial Bone was operating at full power, channeling all its strength into its legs.

He was launched forward, passing between the father and son.

Zhao Tao reacted quickly, sweeping his judge's pen across the room.

I came up empty-handed.

Zhou Ran was already standing next to the core of the stitching array.

Press your palm onto the surface of the gray-green crystal.

During the infiltration, Demon Eye had already disassembled the Yin-text loop structure of the City of the Wrongfully Dead formation line by line.

At this moment, no design is needed, only the pen must be put to paper.

The Golden Elixir of the Mind circulates rapidly.

A hidden gate of law was etched into the crystal.

It won't take effect immediately.

But it can be activated remotely when needed.

Once activated, the stitching array collapses from within.

All fusion soldiers disintegrated simultaneously.

"stop!"

Zhao Tao caught up with him.

Zhou Ran did not linger in the fight.

The riots of the wronged souls are attracting a large number of rebels to suppress them, and chaos reigns throughout the city of the unjustly dead.

He used the tide of souls to quickly escape.

Zhao Tao chased for a hundred zhang before his vision was obscured by a wave of wronged souls.

By the time he could see clearly again, Zhou Ran had already disappeared into the gloomy mist of the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

As Zhou Ran left the factory perimeter, the Yin-Gathering Banner in his arms vibrated violently.

Li Zhiyao's divine sense urgently arrived.

Zhou Ran!

Jiangcheng underground...

The celestial corpse has moved!

Divine consciousness severed.

Underground in Jiangcheng.

The Heavenly Corpse opened all three of its gray eyes.

Its lips were moving.

3:17 a.m.

......

On the East City Expressway, a fully loaded bus is traveling at 120 miles per hour.

The driver yawned.

The next second, gravity disappeared.

The bus floated up.

All 43 passengers inside the train experienced weightlessness simultaneously. Suitcases floated off the racks, some screamed, and others grabbed the handrails.

Three seconds later, gravity returned to normal.

The bus fell from a height of two meters.

The tire burst, the car overturned, and it slid across the road, leaving sparks for sixty meters.

At the same time.

A residential building in the west of the city.

Aunt Wang on the seventh floor is chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

The cleaver fell.

The cutting board is gone.

Everything, including the area under the chopping board and down to the ground, vanished into thin air.

She stared at the empty stove for two seconds, stunned.

City center square.

The fountain disappeared.

The entire fountain pool, water pipes, and stone sculptures vanished into thin air.

Xiao Family Manor.

An underground chamber.

Chen Ya's communication device lit up.

She answered the phone, her fingers trembling.

"Zhou Ran..."

"The whole city is in trouble."

The rules are changing.

There was no response from the other end of the communication.

The barrier between Yin and Yang is too thick; signals cannot pass through it.

Chen Ya gritted her teeth and turned to look behind her.

Li Zhiyao stood in the center of the secret room, her hands forming a mudra, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

She is desperately using a ghostly barrier to suppress the leakage of yang energy within a three-kilometer radius of the manor.

"Can you hold on?"

Chen Ya asked.

Li Zhiyao did not open her eyes.

Two days.

Two days at most.

Lin Qingxue sat in the corner, her eyes reflecting countless images of gray threads.

Those lines stretched out from underground, each one connecting to someone in the city.

"The lines are increasing."

Lin Qingxue's voice was very soft.

Three thousand comments in one hour.

just now……

Four thousand two. "

Chen Ya clenched her fists.

......

The underworld.

South bank of the River of Oblivion.

Twelve hours had passed when Zhou Ran returned from the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

He secluded himself in a dark cave on the south bank of the River of Oblivion for two hours to meditate and recuperate.

The Primordial Overlord Body was actually tempered during the previous high-intensity consumption.

With continuous exposure to the pure Yin environment of the Yin Realm, coupled with the Heavenly Dao certification from the Book of Life and Death catalyzing the Golden Core, his cultivation has already reached the threshold of the late Golden Core stage.

It's just one opportunity away.

After exiting the pass, Zhou Ran stood on the south bank of the River of Oblivion.

Facing north.

Dark rebel flags fluttered across the opposite bank.

The ice surface, reinforced by the sword intent of the Divine Transformation Realm, lies between the two banks, with a faint blue-white light flowing around it.

The fusion soldiers dared not step on the ice and all crowded towards the Bridge of Helplessness.

Behind him, two hundred guards from the three palaces stood crookedly.

Qiao Kun approached, carrying the Yaksha, his voice strained.

"Grand Commander..."

What is your command?

Zhou Ran didn't turn around.

"The entire army crossed the river."

Take the initiative to attack.

Qiao Kun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Crossing...crossing the river?"

"Fight to the north?"

"right."

"Grand Commander, we have two hundred men."

The other side has 30,000.

Qiao Kun swallowed hard.

This is not flexible employment; this is a collective sacrifice.

Zhou Ran turned around and looked at the two hundred ghost soldiers.

Their eyes held fear, hesitation, and a questioning look of "Is this person crazy?"

Zhou Ran didn't waste any words.

He raised the Grand Commander's token high and poured in the Golden Elixir True Essence.

The token emitted a golden beam of light that shot into the sky.

The entire banks of the River of Oblivion were illuminated.

Far away in the City of the Wrongfully Dead, the tens of thousands of wronged souls he released sensed the summons of the token.

They stopped the disorderly riots.

The gray tide of souls began to converge towards the south.

Despite crossing the rebel lines, the fusion soldiers were powerless to stop the invisible vengeful spirits.

They rushed directly to Zhou Ran's location.

Three minutes later, ten thousand wronged souls gathered on the south bank.

Zhou Ran put away the token.

"It's not two hundred against thirty thousand."

"Two hundred, plus ten thousand."

Qiao Kun opened his mouth.

Zhou Ran began making arrangements.

"The vengeful spirits act as the vanguard, charging into the rebel ranks and creating chaos."

"Qiao Kun, take your five men as a commando team."

Specializes in killing Golden Core level officers.

"President Cui led the wounded soldiers to guard the south bank of the bridge to secure their retreat."

"Meng Po was stationed at the rear, subtly manipulating the ice layer of the River of Oblivion to disrupt the stability of the ice beneath the rebels' feet."

After hearing this, Qiao Kun's fear subsided considerably.

A surge of excitement rose within me.

"Grand Commander, and what about you?"

"I will advance straight into the center of the army."

A purple-gold light shone in Zhou Ran's eyes.

"Capture them alive."

Qiao Kun hoisted the Yaksha onto his shoulder.

"Brothers!"

He turned and roared at the two hundred ghost soldiers.

"The Grand Commander said that we cannot hold out!"

"The best defense is to punch your opponent in the mouth!"

Zhou Ran was the first to step onto the frozen surface of the River of Oblivion.

Beneath his feet, the ice layer reinforced by the Divine Transformation Sword Intent hummed.

The bluish-white light automatically avoided his steps, making way for him.

Deep within the ice, countless frozen faces of the dead simultaneously opened their eyes.

Zhou Ran's figure was reflected in his pupils.

Qiao Kun shouted out the second half of his sentence.

Two hundred ghost soldiers stepped onto the ice.

Ten thousand wronged souls transformed into a gray wave, passing over their heads and rolling towards the north bank.

The fusion soldiers attempted to block them.

The wronged souls are formless.

The physical attack passed right through the body.

With the front line broken up, Qiao Kun seized the opportunity.

The Night Wanderer's special ability is "Night Patrol".

Under the eternal night of the underworld, speed increases threefold.

The iron chain was thrown out.

All three heads flew up at the same time.

For the first time, the rebel ranks on the north bank were in genuine disarray.

Zhou Ran pierced through the tide of wronged souls and charged straight into the central army.

The Primordial Overlord Body resides in the most yin place, where the yang energy and blood scorch the surrounding low-level undead, causing them to automatically dissolve, and nothing can approach within three zhang.

His goal was not to kill.

They are those Western undead knights.

He needs to capture one alive.

Extract information about the Heavenly Corpse from its mind.