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

The white smoke did not dissipate.

It followed the broken edge, thread by thread, and burrowed into Zhou Ran's chest.

It was completely integrated into the Golden Elixir.

The Black Impermanence stopped what it was doing.

He looked down at the broken chain in his hand.

The white smoke dissipated completely, leaving not a trace behind.

His five fingers, gripping the chain, trembled, and his knuckles cracked.

The chains are tied in pairs.

The black belongs to him, the white belongs to Lao Fan.

The two chains have been used for over a thousand years, and the wear and tear on them still fit together perfectly.

Black Impermanence's eyes reddened.

A sigh came from Zhou Ran's body.

The voice was extremely soft and brief; it wasn't his.

The last lingering regret of the White Impermanence's origin.

There are only four words to say.

"Old Xie... let's go..."

The four words, without being passed on to the Golden Core cultivators, resonated directly in the air.

Hei Wuchang heard this and raised his head.

The paper-thin indifference on his face cracked completely.

What comes up from below is more difficult to deal with than rage.

"you……"

Black Impermanence gripped the broken chain tightly, his finger bones squeezing so hard they cracked.

There were no pronouncements, no momentum.

He wrapped the broken half of the chain around his right fist, three times, each layer filled with the essence of Yin Shuai.

"The Impermanent Soul-Binding Technique".

The forbidden techniques of the Black and White Impermanence.

Only when both work together can it be considered the right approach.

It can be used by a single person, but the price is that half of the Yin Marshal's essence is burned away.

Black Impermanence chose to go solo.

Black mist surged from beneath his feet.

Its body grew to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), black cracks tore open haphazardly on its face, its eyes turned pure black, and even the whites of its eyes were swallowed up.

Demonic or divine form.

The rebels within a hundred feet were overturned to the ground by this oppressive force.

The few hundred wisps of souls closest to the tide of wronged spirits scattered with a "poof".

Qiao Kun struggled to his feet, but his knees buckled and he crashed back onto the ice. He only managed to steady himself by stabbing the ice with his Yaksha fork, and black blood was still oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at the direction of the Central Army and cursed.

Black Impermanence delivered a punch.

The force of the punch carried a sinister aura of "forced soul-snatching".

Any living thing that takes this punch will have its soul forcibly pulled out of its body.

Whether it's the Golden Core or the Nascent Soul.

Yin Law Suppression Cultivation.

This is a strict rule in the underworld.

Zhou Ran's Golden Elixir reacted simultaneously.

The White Impermanence had just consumed the essence, and the Cold Phase Pattern was at its most active.

As the Black Impermanence's fist lashed out, the cold patterns on the palms collided head-on with the Yin energy within the fist's force.

My soul wasn't stolen.

Conversely, Jin Dan rummaged through the Yin Law fragments within the fist's force, attaching them piece by piece to his body.

But the force of Black Impermanence's punch was truly immense.

Even though the Golden Core had absorbed 70% of the Yin Law, the remaining 30% of pure force from the physical impact of the ghost's body was enough.

Zhou Ran was blasted thirty feet away.

His back slammed into the stone wall on the north bank.

The stone wall blasted out radial cracks in all directions from the point of impact.

Zhou then embedded it half a foot deep into the back.

The black-gold scales of the Primordial Overlord Body cracked in three places.

Blood was also seeping from all seven orifices.

"So strong."

He pulled himself out of the rock wall and wiped the blood from his eyes.

The golden core was spinning frantically.

Three things happened at once.

The qualitative change caused by Bai Wuchang consuming the essence, the fragments of Yin Law brought by Hei Wuchang's punch, and the high pressure accumulated from the constant fighting these past few days.

Three fires and a pot.

The bottom of the pot is red-hot.

The barrier of the late Golden Core stage is right in front of me.

It's as thin as a sheet of paper.

But it just won't pierce through.

It's just one opening away.

Zhou Ran's fighting spirit surged like never before.

Pull the Taihuang Overlord Body to the top.

The karmic fire black lotus burned to its extreme.

Black and gold patterns spread from the left arm all over the body.

The scales were thicker than before entering the underworld.

As the Law Domain of the Golden Core of the Mind expanded outwards, within a radius of twenty feet, the "Forced Soul-Hooking" effect of Black Impermanence was reduced by seventy percent.

The two got into a fight on the north bank of the River of Oblivion.

The first punch.

Zhou Ran's fist, imbued with the power of the Primordial Chaos and the Asura Demon Fire, struck the abdomen of the Black Impermanence's ghostly body.

A charred pit was burned into his stomach.

The broken chain of the Black Impermanence struck Zhou Ran's right shoulder.

The shoulder armor was shattered, and half a foot of skin and flesh was torn open.

The second punch.

Zhou Ran struck Black Impermanence on the knee.

With a crack in his kneecap, Black Impermanence swayed, then slammed his left fist into Zhou Ran's chest.

Zhou Ran took five steps back.

The breastplate was concave and pressed against the chest.

The third punch.

The fourth punch.

With each punch, Zhou Ran gained another cut on his body.

But the heat inside the Golden Elixir also increased.

With the fifth punch, the Taihuang pattern on Zhou Ran's left arm cracked.

The black and gold scales crumbled from the elbow joint downwards, revealing the skin underneath with gold patterns.

With the sixth punch, a hole was burned through the right chest of the Black Impermanence's ghostly body by the Asura Demon Fire.

Black, dark blood spurted out and poured onto the ice, hissing and steaming.

The Black Impermanence didn't stop.

He wasn't fighting a war; he was seeing Lao Fan off.

Use Zhou Ran's life to send Lao Fan off!

The seventh punch.

Both fists slammed into each other at the same time.

Zhou Ran punched Black Impermanence in the chest.

The Black Impermanence's fist struck Zhou Ran's dantian directly.

The two forces collided at the point of contact.

A "hum" sounded in Zhou Ran's dantian.

The barrier shattered.

He wasn't the only one who heard the sound.

The entire River of Oblivion heard it.

The bluish-white sword intent on the ice surface trembled slightly.

The garrison on the south bank, the rebels on the north bank, and the souls of the dead trapped beneath the ice all sensed that tremor.

The golden elixir essence filled his limbs and bones, its momentum fierce and rapid.

The cracks in the black-gold scales on the Primordial Overlord Body healed in an instant, becoming thicker and tighter.

The color of the scales changed from black and gold to almost pure black, with an extra thin ice-blue line around the edge.

The range of the idealist law expanded dramatically from twenty zhang to one hundred zhang.

Within a hundred feet, a layer of purple-gold light membrane, visible to the naked eye, hangs in mid-air.

Black Impermanence's killing intent faltered for a moment.

His alluring charm was being peeled away inch by inch by that layer of light.

"I...I've broken through!"

For the first time, a sense of calm appeared in the pupils of the Black Impermanence.

Late stage of Golden Core.

Zhou Ran threw another punch.

This punch was on a completely different level than the previous ones.

The power of the Primordial Chaos, the origin of the Demon Emperor, the blood essence of the Dragon, the intent of the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, plus the authority of the Yin General of the Black and White Twins.

Five forces are piled up on the fist.

It was pounded on the chest of the Black Impermanence.

The body of the demon began to collapse from the chest.

The black mist, three zhang high, fell down layer by layer, just like sand dunes in the wind.

His body shrank from three zhang to its normal size, and he slammed one knee on the ice.

The black cracks on his face faded, revealing a pale, white face.

But the ground below couldn't hold on any longer.

Half of Yin Shuai's essence was burned, and another 30% was destroyed by Zhou Ran.

The remaining bit was barely enough to keep the ghost from dissipating.

He looked up at Zhou Ran.

All hatred vanished.

There is only the weariness of a thousand years, and even deeper regret.

Every day, carrying chains on his back, he would walk along the dark streets and past the City God Temple, following behind Lao Fan, to summon the souls of the dead and escort the prisoners to prison.

Day after day, year after year.

"Old Fan...wait for me."

His body turned into black specks of light.

It dissipates little by little, starting from the toes and moving upwards.

The specks of light floated in the eternal night air of the underworld, unable to fall.

Zhou Ran stood there for a long time.

Then he bent down, picked up the broken half of the Soul-Hooking Chain from the ground, and put it in his pocket.