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

Zhou Ran waited for the next part.

"At least two... no, three."

Li Zhiyao tilted her head.

"I stayed there for quite a while."

"The vanguard of Yama, the King of Hell."

Zhou Ran said.

Fatty Wang stepped forward.

"Boss, I'll go first."

Zhou Ran raised her hand to stop him.

He pressed Li Chengfeng's bronze token against the door wall.

The token was affixed to the rough stone surface.

The touch returned to my fingertips was warm. The warmth of a living thing.

The verdigris peeled off little by little.

The blurred words on the token became sharp again in the gray light.

hum-

A deep hum seeped from the bronze, mingling with the massive heartbeat beneath my feet.

The stone wall, in front of everyone, immediately lost its color and turned into a translucent film.

The entire view of the Heavenly Corpse's heart was right in front of his nose.

A gray heart, over a hundred feet in diameter.

Suspended in the void.

The surface is cracked and interwoven, with a gray light surging slowly and viscous within the cracks.

thump.

Heartbeat.

The space in front of your eyes expands and then contracts.

The heart's root is connected to a thick, grayish-white spine that plunges straight into the viscous darkness below.

Zhou Ran took the token.

Place your hand on your chest.

The Primordial Bone emitted a sharp shriek.

The black and gold totem burst forth from below the collarbone, rushing along the major artery to the back of the right arm and hand.

A long slit appeared in the transparent film from top to bottom.

Enough for one person to pass.

What's coming out isn't the wind.

The Golden Core of the Mind in Zhou Ran's dantian was running at its maximum speed, crushing the colorless airflow that was sneaking in through the gaps.

Diluted Void Realm Laws.

Zhou Ran stepped out with his left foot and passed through the gap.

A burning, stinging pain surged from my lower abdomen, through my throat, and straight to the top of my head.

The gray cracks on the golden elixir came to life.

It arches outwards along the meridians of the neck, climbs over the angle of the jaw, and plunges into the left eye.

Zhou Ran's left pupil lost its purple-gold hue and turned into pure gray.

His left eye completed the visual transition.

The surface of the enormous heart was stretched infinitely close.

What were originally fine cracks have turned into a deep canyon capable of swallowing a living person.

Two people were lying on the very edge of the heart.

A man and a woman, both dressed in black and gold python robes.

The people of Yama, the King of Hell.

However, the person is already dead.

The man's chest was ripped open by a bright red flower stem.

Its roots are deeply embedded in its body.

The main stem bursts through the breastplate and emerges from the body, holding a bright red spider lily above the back of the head.

The tips of the petals were adorned with a layer of golden light.

The two corpses were completely pressed against the fleshy walls of the heart.

That small area was completely covered by the red petals scattered everywhere.

"What did you see?"

Li Zhiyao asked.

"Two corpses, men of Yama, the King of Hell."

Zhou Ran replied,

"Dried up by the flowers."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the gap in the law.

The moment you enter the crevice, your skin comes into contact with the airflow, and you feel no pain.

That was another, more extreme form of feedback.

Perception is being stripped away little by little, and one's sense of self-existence is being diluted.

The purple-gold light membrane of the Golden Elixir of the Mind popped open.

Within a radius of three zhang, it forcibly defines its own existence.

The light membrane enveloped Li Zhiyao, Xiao Rou, Wang Pangzi, and Bai Xuan on his shoulder.

Only when his feet touched the ground did he realize that the sensation was wrong.

It lacks the rigidity of earth and stone.

The grayish-white ground had a slight elasticity and stickiness.

Fatty Wang stared down at the soles of his shoes.

"Boss, there's meat down here."

The grayish-white ground is the outer wall of the giant blood vessels of the Heavenly Corpse.

The fine lines are interwoven.

A few seconds later, the ground convulsed in sync with the distant heartbeat.

Here, every step you take is on living bodies.

Li Zhiyao stepped forward to examine the body.

The male corpse was burly, with his eyeballs bulging out of their sockets and his jaw dislocated.

The female corpse had a small frame, and half of her left hand's finger bones were stuck in the folds of the ground, her hand gesture frozen in place.

They are all at the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir stage.

The male corpse's roots had pierced through the flesh below.

The flower stalks inside the female corpse grew even more abundantly.

"He wasn't killed in a fight."

Li Zhiyao squatted down.

The fingertip rests three inches above the petal.

The faint, ancient power of law had just reached out when the Buddhist light on the petals shot out and shattered the probe.

Zhou Ran lowered his eyes, his purple-gold right pupil and pure gray left eye gleaming as they swept over the roots.

The regular structure of the flower stem is presented in only one word.

Do not overdo it.

There were no killing moves, no hidden weapons.

A pure barrier of rules.

On its right shoulder, Bai Xuan extended a semi-transparent mycelium and gently touched the side of the flower stem.

Then it immediately retracted.

The whole mushroom trembled.

The mycelium was writing rapidly along Zhou Ran's side of his neck.

The seeds of the Forgotten River Flower, if touched, will cause one's true essence to die.

For cultivators who have reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, once their true essence stagnates, the laws of the Void Realm will instantly reverse.

These two didn't even last a breath.

It is Mandarajuhua and Mandarashahua.

The two goalkeepers drew a line here, indicating a dead end.

Zhou Ran stood up and pointed to the pale, white main spine below.

"Don't confront them head-on, go around here and head down."

The team moved downwards along the outer fleshy wall.

Avoid those blood-red spots scattered with flowers.

Xiao Rou flung out three black Gu worms, which flew close to the ground in an inverted triangular formation thirty feet away.

As it flew over a budding spider lily, the wing of the venomous insect on the left paused for a moment.

It flew less than a finger's width from the ground before flapping its wings and taking off again.

They were five feet apart.

"Five feet is the boundary of death."

Zhou Ran said.

The group walked for about half an incense stick's time until they reached the entrance to the spinal passage.

The interior of the gray-white bone walls is riddled with grooves.

Zhou Ran pressed the bronze token against the edge of the bone wall.

The dark gold color within the verdigris flowed rapidly along the grooves of the bone structure, illuminating the surrounding area.

The moment you step into the spinal canal, everyone's perception changes.

Zhou Ran's Purple-Gold Demon Eyes captured three times more information from the inner wall of the passage.

Every line on the bone wall transmits the fluctuations of the law, like countless nerves firing simultaneously.

Fatty Wang's reaction was the most direct.

He stepped into the passageway and swayed slightly to the right.

"Gravity has changed."

More than just gravity.

The space is bent inside the passage.

Xiao Rou's Gu worms flew in first.

The three Gu worms had barely traveled five zhang (approximately 10 meters) when the formation broke up.

They each deflected in different directions, drawn away by three different gravitational forces.

Xiao Rou's expression changed, and she made a hand seal with her fingertips to forcibly stabilize the trajectory of the Gu worm.

"Master, the space ahead is divided into at least three levels."

Li Zhiyao raised her hand.

The ancient law's authority extended from its fingertips, stretching forward twenty feet along the wall.

"It's not just three floors."

It's a continuously folding space; every ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) you walk, the space flips over.

Anyone who enters without a token will lose their way within ten feet.

Zhou Ran held the token in front of him.

The dark golden light illuminated the path ahead, and the distorted space within the token's coverage area was forcibly "ironed out," restoring its normal structure.

"Stay close."

The group filed forward.

The deeper you go into the passage, the denser the patterns on the walls become, and the temperature continues to drop.

It's not the cold brought by yin energy, but the low temperature at a physical level.

The exhaled breath turned into white mist.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the first fork in the road appeared ahead.