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

There was no wind in the mine shaft.

Zhou Ran leaned against the rock wall, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing, going over the information he had just received in his mind three times.

"The Heavenly Corpse has awakened its consciousness and can now spy on the mortal realm in real time through gray threads."

seem......

It seems like they're still trying to win me over.

He stroked his chin, reflecting on what had just happened.

As long as he touches it, he can reach the Great Perfection of the Golden Core.

Could it be that I simply possess the aura of the Void Realm?

He didn't understand.

However, he did not consider the beings of the virtual world to be his friends.

Fortunately, its body cannot move.

The heart is the only organ that has partially recovered; the rest remain dormant.

Activating any organ requires a massive amount of energy.

This is one of the few pieces of good news.

"Penglai..."

Penglai..."

What do these two characters mean?

A Heavenly Corpse at the Tribulation Transcending stage would naturally not consider the cultivators of Blue Star as its opponents.

But it is even more illogical for him to announce these two words to a group of ants in public.

If this information is crucial enough, why did Emperor Song never mention it to him?

He got up without a clue and exhaled.

"No matter what, we must protect the 30 million people of Jiangcheng. The silk thread is like the IV drip for the Heavenly Corpse; cutting off the silk thread is equivalent to cutting off its supply."

Come back home.

He made up his mind to find the ultimate solution before activating the organs of the Heavenly Corpse one by one.

Breathing adjustment is over.

My true energy has recovered by one-tenth, which is better than nothing.

Zhou Ran climbed back up the shaft to the seventh floor.

The "sealed" token is still embedded in the center of the stone wall, and cracks have appeared in the black light.

Physical seals can stop a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage from being executed, but they cannot stop the infiltration of the consciousness of a Tribulation Transcending stage being.

He took the token off the stone wall.

The idealistic law is activated.

A rule is engraved on the surface of the token:

"Within this gate, the heart rate must not exceed thirty beats per minute."

Do not shut down consciousness.

The heart's recovery speed is blocked.

The faster the heart beats, the faster it heals.

Setting the frequency limit to thirty times is like installing a speed limiter on the recovery process of the Heavenly Corpse.

better than nothing.

His idealistic laws, though derived from the laws of the void realm, are based on the laws of the void.

But they are quite different.

However, due to their own limited strength, they may not be able to achieve much effect.

Even gaining just one minute would be beneficial for Zhou Ran.

The moment the rules were inscribed, the golden light of the Heavenly Dao shimmered.

Thirty percent of his true essence was extracted.

Zhou Ran's lips twitched.

Since entering the underworld, Heaven has collected interest from him seven times.

He changed his fate, refined his skills, broke through realms, killed enemies, and rewrote the rules—he did it all without fail.

After seven strikes, his current true essence reserves are only slightly more than 40% of their peak state.

The token was slapped back onto the stone wall.

A very faint purplish-gold layer appeared in the black light, which was the underlying color of the idealistic laws.

Turn around and go up.

At the entrance to the mine, Yan San, with only one arm supporting him against the wall, waited.

The gaping wound on the left sleeve was blackened by the embers of the embers, and the scar was still emitting faint smoke.

"Grand Commander!"

Yan San limped towards them.

"How's it down there?"

"It's sealed off."

Zhou Ran didn't explain further.

"What's the situation on the south bank now?"

Yan San immediately reported:

"Qiao Kun has incorporated more than 1,700 surrendered soldiers and is currently forming a unit on the south bank."

After the King of Hell left, the remaining troops on the north bank were leaderless and temporarily ceased their attack.

But they didn't disperse; they're probably waiting for orders.

Zhou Ran nodded and strode towards the main hall of the three halls.

The palace doors were pushed open.

Emperor Song remained in his old position, his palms pressed to the ground, black Yin Law Array patterns spreading from his fingertips in all directions, maintaining the basic barrier of the entire Three Palaces.

The moment Zhou Ran stepped into the palace, he glanced at Emperor Song's desk out of the corner of his eye.

There was a scroll of bamboo slips on the corner of the table.

Half of the bamboo slip was hastily covered by the cuff of the sleeve.

The ink was wet on the exposed part.

Just wrote it.

Zhou Ran didn't point it out.

He spoke directly, revealing all the information about the Heavenly Corpse.

King Qin Guang's projection floated in mid-air, and after listening, he spoke five breaths later.

"I will join forces with Du Ziren, the Ghost Emperor of the South, to exert pressure on the remnants of the rebel army from the outside."

Zhou Ran agreed, then added:

"I must return to the world of the living."

Emperor Song looked up at him.

"The Heavenly Corpse's energy supply pipeline is in the mortal realm."

Each gray silk thread was connected to a living person.

Zhou Ran speaks very quickly.

"Cutting the silk thread is equivalent to cutting off the source of the Heavenly Corpse's yang energy and intelligence."

To cut off the fuel supply from under the cauldron.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Song agreed very quickly.

"it is good."

It seemed to perfectly suit his wishes.

But the conflict in the underworld has not yet been settled, which is why I came here in such a hurry.

Now they can't wait to leave.

Zhou Ran suppressed his suspicions.

He turned and gave the order.

Qiao Kun, holding the Grand Commander's order, continued to guard the south bank, while Yan San took advantage of the chaos caused by the riot of the wronged souls in the City of the Dead to incite more low- and middle-ranking rebel soldiers to defect.

The two accepted the order.

Before leaving, Zhou Ran took out the Yin-Yang Communication Bone Fragment.

The signal jumped in segments, and static mixed with buzzing poured in, turning the communication channel between the Yin and Yang barriers into muddy water by the fluctuations of the Heavenly Corpse.

Li Zhiyao's voice squeezed out from between the noise, consisting of only two sentences.

"The number of silk threads increased to 6,300."

The manor's perimeter has shrunk to less than one kilometer.

The bone fragments became hot, and the signal was completely interrupted.

Zhou Ran put away the bone fragments and left the main hall.

The road to the underworld was much quieter than when we arrived.

Qiao Kun's men pulled down most of the rebels' soul-binding stakes, and scattered bone banners and broken flags were kicked to the roadside.

He used the residual energy left over from when he activated the idealistic laws to destroy the formation of the City of the Dead.

There were still burn marks on the ground.

Zhou Ran looked towards the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

"Zhao Tao, I'll let you live a little longer for now."

Zhou Ran transformed into a streak of light and sped along the River of Oblivion towards the Gates of Hell.

River of Oblivion.

The ice surface was much brighter than when we arrived.

A bluish-white sword light flowed beneath the black ice; that was Li Chengfeng's Nascent Soul Sword Intent.

After being pierced by the ice, the sword intent merged with the forgetting law of the River of Oblivion, making the entire ice surface even more solid.

Zhou Ran stepped onto the ice.

The Primordial Bone and the Sword Intent in the Ice share the same origin, and the ice automatically cracked open to allow him to pass through.

I walked twenty steps.

His golden demonic eyes swept across the area.

Beneath the ice, the spot where Meng Po had sat was now empty.

The hunched old woman is gone.

Zhou Ran squatted down, his face almost touching the ice.

Looking down through the translucent black ice, only one thing remained where Meng Po had sat.

An empty bowl.

The bowl was broken, with chips on the rim.

It's the same pair of broken porcelain pieces she gave Zhou Ran before.

Zhou Ran looked in the direction of the Gates of Hell.

At this time, the River of Oblivion and the River of the Underworld were now open, and Li Chengfeng's sword intent was guarding them.

The spirits of the living are also continuously entering the underworld.

Order has been restored.

But this old woman, who had exhausted her life force, should have been distributing her Meng Po soup here.

Zhou Ran found it increasingly strange.

"What could be so important that it would warrant an old woman, exhausted of her life force, acting alone at this critical juncture?"

Where did she go?

Zhou Ran stood up and continued walking forward.

The ice cracked and closed beneath his feet, and the blue-white sword light illuminated his way home.