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

Zhou Ran withdrew his hand and stood up.

"I'm going down."

Emperor Song raised his head.

"You just broke through to the next realm, and you've already used up more than half of your true essence. You also still have injuries from your clash with Black Impermanence."

The Song emperor's tone was very flat.

"If you go down, you might not be able to come back up."

"Even if you can't get up, you have to get down."

Zhou Ran stretched his shoulders; the black-gold scale armor still bore the half-foot-long gash left by the broken chain of the Black Impermanence.

"If they activate the Heavenly Corpse's heart, it won't matter whether they can get up here or not."

Emperor Song stared at him for three breaths, then nodded.

"The entrance to the mine tunnel on the east side is in the side hall."

"Yan San will take you there."

Zhou Ran turned to leave.

"etc."

Emperor Song called him to a stop.

The old man took out a black token from his sleeve, which was smaller than the Grand Commander's token and had the character "封" (seal) engraved on it.

"The key to the seventh seal."

Upon arrival, first seal off the area, then kill.

The Song emperor tossed the token over.

"Seal off the entrance and lock them between the seventh and eighth floors."

That space is only thirty feet long, enough for you to unleash your power, and enough for them to die.

Zhou Ran caught the token and put it in his pocket.

The Song emperor lowered his voice:

"Eighth floor..."

That's where the Heavenly Corpse's heart is located.

You'll feel it once you reach the seventh floor.

He stared at the gray light on Zhou Ran's chest.

"It can sense you too."

Zhou Ran remained silent and strode towards the side hall.

Yan San, despite having a broken arm, kept running behind, panting heavily.

"General, I'll lead the way. It's dark in the mine tunnels, and there are many forks in the road..."

"What's the point of leading the way if you're like this?"

Zhou Ran didn't turn his head back.

"Just tell me the directions."

"Turn left three times, turn right once, and go down to the end at the fifth fork."

Yan San leaned against the wall, panting.

"At the end of the mine tunnel, there is a vertical shaft. Jump down and you'll reach the outer wall of the seventh sealed layer."

"it is good."

Zhou Ran nodded.

With a stomp of his feet, the Primordial Origin Bone activated his blood and qi, which flowed into his legs. He transformed into a black-gold afterimage and shot into the mine entrance behind the side hall.

You can't see anything in the mine tunnels.

There is no light source in the underworld, and there is not even phosphorescence in the mine tunnels.

Zhou Ran doesn't need light.

The demonic purple-gold eyes swirled, gleaming with two eerie points of light in the darkness. The direction of the mine tunnel, the patterns on the rock walls, and the lingering spiritual energy fluctuations in the air were all taken in.

Following the directions given by the Song emperor, he stopped at the fifth fork in the road.

"This is it."

Zhou Ran rushed downwards.

The slope of the mine tunnel became increasingly steep, eventually turning into a nearly vertical shaft.

Without hesitation, he gathered his limbs and jumped down.

The sound of the wind filled my ears.

The gray cracks in his dantian were writhing, their frequency increasing inch by inch with the depth of his fall.

The heartbeat emanating from the bones grew closer and closer; the Primordial Bone resonated, and the rhythm of the blood flow was being pulled along.

Zhou Ran forcibly activated the idealistic law, pulling the rotation frequency of the golden core back to its own rhythm.

Jin Dan struggled to pull, but managed to keep it steady.

We've reached the bottom of the shaft.

Zhou Ran slammed his feet into the ground, shattering the rocks and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before them stood a massive black stone wall.

The seventh layer of the seal.

The stone wall was covered with densely packed Yin Law runes, each one glowing.

The light flickered, like an oil lamp that was about to burn out.

There are three fist-sized dents on the rock wall.

It is being chiseled from the other side.

With each chisel stroke, the entire stone wall trembled, and the light of the runes dimmed.

Zhou Ran slammed the "sealed" token onto the center of the stone wall.

The token was embedded in the stone wall, emitting a brilliant black light.

The runes, which were originally on the verge of collapse, became more than three times brighter, and the crater stopped expanding.

A low curse came from the other side of the stone wall.

"How is that possible? The restriction has been patched?"

Another voice, particularly chilling, turned to look at the stone wall.

"It wasn't patched up."

Someone added another lock from the outside.

The third voice, however, was remarkably calm, yet its tone was full of mockery.

"Someone's coming."

As Dushi Wang said, Emperor Song will definitely send someone over. I think so.

It's most likely that it's the newly appointed Grand Commander.

With his golden demonic eyes piercing through the stone wall, Zhou Ran saw everything.

three people.

Their cultivation level was probably around the late Golden Core stage, but the soul power emanating from them was far less powerful than that of the Black and White Impermanence.

He withdrew his hand from the stone wall and took two steps back.

He punched the stone wall.

The laws of idealism are condensed on the surface of the fist.

Zhou Ran defined this punch as "open".

The seal recognized the authority of the "seal" token, and the stone wall obediently cracked open, creating a gap as wide as a person.

However, this gap is one-way; you can only go in, but you can't come out.

Zhou Ran squeezed in sideways.

The space inside, thirty feet long, had become a sealed box.

He's inside.

Three enemies were also inside.

Zhou Ran glanced around.

It is ten zhang wide and seven zhang high, with thick rock walls.

My gaze fell to my feet.

There is a gray line on the ground.

It is so fine that it is almost invisible unless you look closely.

But this did not escape Zhou Ran's notice.

This gray line is exactly the same as the one that stole Su Xiaoxiao's soul.

It extends from the seal on the eighth layer, traverses the entire space, and disappears on the other side of the seal on the seventh layer.

Its destination is on the eighth floor, which is the location of the Heavenly Corpse's heart.

"Thump."

A heartbeat rose from the soles of my feet and seeped into my bones.

Zhou Ran's golden core jumped uncontrollably.

The gray crack shone for a moment.

Zhou Ran looked up.

The leader was a bald, burly man, nine feet tall, with not a single patch of good skin on his body.

Layer upon layer of whip marks, branding marks, and knife cuts mark this body, bearing the names of hundreds of forms of torture.

He was shirtless, with a curved knife hanging at his waist, the hilt of which was wrapped in human skin.

Peel.

The first executioner under the throne of the city.

The Golden Elixir has reached its peak.

The two people behind him were a man and a woman.

The man was tall and thin, holding a bone staff;

The woman was short and plump, and wore an iron ring on each of her ten fingers.

Two late-stage Golden Core cultivators.

Three against one.

Zhou Ran had just finished fighting Hei Wuchang, and his true energy was more than half depleted. He was also injured.

Peeling looked at Zhou Ran and grinned.

"The Grand Commander has come in person."

His throat felt like it was filled with shards of iron.

"The City King says you're young and impetuous, and you like to go it alone."

really."

Zhou Ran didn't reply.

Peeling his skin focused his attention on the fleeting gray light that flashed across Zhou Ran's chest.

The smile had lost its meaning.

Contempt faded, and greed rose.

"The City King is right."

He peeled the skin and licked his lips.

"You have something of it within you."

He drew his scimitar.

"Hand it over, and I'll give you a quick death."

Zhou Ran moved his neck, and his joints cracked.

"I'm in a hurry."

"Let's all come at him together."

The peeled, gaping mouth froze for a moment.

"Arrogant!"

The next moment he moved.

At the speed of someone at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, within this thirty-zhang space, it's like being right next to someone's face.

The curved blade, coated with a sticky black light, slashed towards Zhou Ran's neck.

That is the innate technique of "skinning". Wherever the blade passes, the spiritual armor, the protective true essence, and even the skin of the flesh will be peeled off layer by layer.

Zhou Ran turned his head to the side.

The blade grazed his ear, shaving off three strands of hair.

His right fist had already thrown out.