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

Zhou Ran raised the token.

The dark golden light swept across the left passage, but the patterns showed no reaction.

The light slid towards the right passage, and the patterns on the wall lit up in rows, becoming darker the deeper one went.

"right."

The group walked for another half incense stick's time.

The second fork in the road leads to three lanes.

The token illuminates the middle one.

The third fork in the road leads to five lanes.

The token illuminates the rightmost one.

The number of branch roads has increased dramatically, and the intervals between them have shortened rapidly.

He knew that this was inside the capillary network within the Heavenly Corpse.

At the seventh fork in the road, Zhou Ran stopped.

The patina on the surface of the token is peeling off piece by piece.

Four thousand years of rust had been completely removed, revealing a newly cast, complete inscription underneath.

"Li Chengfeng, an inner disciple of Penglai, is ordered by his master to guard the River of Oblivion. This order serves as proof."

After reading the inscription, Zhou Ran rubbed his thumb on the words "inner disciple".

With a cultivation level at the Nascent Soul stage, one would only be qualified to be an outer disciple in Penglai Pavilion.

The seventh intersection has as many as nine lanes.

The token was scanned, and the fourth bar lit up.

"Walk."

Two more incense sticks burned.

The sensation underfoot has changed.

The hardness of the bone wall drops sharply, while its elasticity increases, and stepping on it feels like experiencing the viscous feedback of ligaments and cartilage.

A faint smell of rust lingered in the air, mixed with the earthy odor.

All of Bai Xuan's mycelium retracted into the flowerpot, and the entire mushroom clung tightly to Zhou Ran's shoulder.

It wrote a single character on Zhou Ran's collar.

"close."

The undulations beneath my feet became more pronounced.

It was no longer the weak contraction and relaxation of the blood vessel walls, but a rhythmic vibration with large openings and closings, each rise and fall tightly gripping the same heartbeat.

thump.

The ground subsided by three inches.

thump.

A strong rebound.

thump.

It sank again.

The depths of the Heavenly Corpse's spine, which Penglai Pavilion had never touched before.

Light appeared at the end of the passage.

It wasn't gray, nor was it dark gold; it was a deep red light.

It was so dark it was almost black; the end of the field of vision was completely consumed by the blood.

Zhou Ran put away the token, and his left gray pupil started working at full speed.

Fifty feet away, the passage came to an end.

The ground in the open area was covered with spider lilies.

It stretched endlessly, its red color glaringly bright.

Each petal rippled with golden light, swaying freely even without wind.

A narrow path has been cut through the very center of the sea of ​​flowers.

It was no more than three feet wide, barely enough for one person to pass sideways.

At the end of the narrow path stood a figure.

Her face was blurred, she wore a plain white dress, and her hands hung at her sides, each holding a bowl.

Zhou Ran's gaze was fixed on the rough porcelain bowl.

There is a chip on the rim of the bowl.

Its size and shape matched perfectly with the broken porcelain in his arms.

The inner walls of the passageway were uneven.

Dense, gray threads grew directly from the wall, spreading to both ends.

The gray lines in the mortal realm grow from the inside out, penetrating the dimensional barriers and reaching towards the human world; the threads here grow rapidly inward.

Zhou Ran reached out and touched one.

The gray cracks in the Golden Elixir resonated and vibrated.

An image was directly injected into his mind.

The First People's Hospital of Dongcheng District, Jiangcheng, ICU ward.

On the narrow bed, the 73-year-old man lay with his eyes closed, and the indicator light on the ventilator flashed rhythmically.

My granddaughter was asleep on the edge of the bed, clutching her phone with the screen still lit up, the page showing disaster news.

Zhou Ran released his grip.

Every single thread here is tied to a life in the mortal world.

"Don't touch these things."

He didn't even turn his head.

The concentration of the laws of the surrounding void realm increased exponentially.

The surface of the ideal light film flickers on and off, much like a light bulb filament that's about to burn out.

The rotation speed of the golden core in Zhou Ran's body was increased to 90%, and the consumption of true essence increased threefold.

Based on the current damage, the light film can only last for a maximum of 48 hours.

If they haven't escaped within forty-eight hours, the laws of the Void Realm will completely engulf everyone here.

Wang Pangzi spoke in a muffled voice from the back:

"Boss, is there a leader here?"

"have."

Zhou Ran stared at the thick red fog ahead.

"It's hard to say how far."

The journey took half an hour.

The spinal canal suddenly widens.

The gray-white bone walls tore open to both sides, and the space above the head increased infinitely.

They stepped into the third lumbar vertebra.

The naturally occurring, enormous cavity in the spine of the Heavenly Corpse.

Everyone stopped at the same time.

At the center of the cavity, there is absolute zero gravity.

Hundreds of blood-red spider lilies broke free from the soil, suspended in the air, and slowly rotated.

Golden light stretched out dazzling fine lines between the petals, weaving a large golden-red net.

Right in the center of the net.

Two figures stood back to back, cross-legged and suspended in mid-air.

The woman in white faced Zhou Ran with compassionate eyes, surrounded by a pale golden halo that resonated with the sea of ​​flowers.

The woman in black had her back to the crowd, her ten fingers entwined with dozens of dark red flower vines, the blood-red buds at the ends wriggling slightly.

The two closed their eyes tightly.

Zhou Ran's golden core provided the most direct feedback.

Nascent Soul.

It is by no means weaker than the Nascent Soul cultivators outside.

Meng Po's personal disciple.

Mandara flower.

Mandalas

Bai Xuan's entire umbrella-shaped canopy tucked into Zhou Ran's collar, and a trembling mycelium tightly strangled his neck.

Xiao Rou slightly bent her knees, and all her natal Gu worms retracted into her sleeves, lying prostrate on the ground.

Fatty Wang clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Gu Lu's eyes gleamed faintly as he stood to the side.

Zhou Ran stood on the edge of the sea of ​​flowers.

The gray pupil on the left and the purple-gold demonic pupil on the right overlapped, and the strong light blew away the outer shell of the two gatekeepers' auras.

Within the white-clad woman's radiant light, the laws of oblivion from the River of Oblivion were revealed.

Hidden within the black-clad woman's flower vines are fragments of the ethereal body of the Heavenly Corpse.

One is kind, the other is stern.

One defends, one attacks.

The woman in white moved her lips slightly, and a scene was suddenly thrust into Zhou Ran's mind.

Black ice over the River of Oblivion.

Meng Po stood with her back to the cold wind, hunched over like a flickering candle.

Two women, one in white and one in black, knelt on the ice, Meng Po's withered lips opening and closing.

Zhou Ran watched the direction of the jawline and read the lips.

"...If he insists on coming, let him know the price."

The image is shattered.

The woman in white finally opened her eyes.

A pair of pure gold eyes, bathed in Buddhist light, gazed at Zhou Ran.

There was no murderous intent, no hostility, and no goodwill.

It's purely a matter of judgment.

Their golden eyes and Zhou Ran's gray eyes faced each other across a sea of ​​flowers in mid-air.

Hundreds of spider lilies spun in zero gravity, and golden Buddhist light paved a flickering path between the two.

Li Zhiyao took half a step forward, and the ancient law authority was silently drawn back.

Zhou Ran spoke.

"Meng Po ordered you to guard this place."

The woman in white turned her head slightly, sizing up the uninvited guest.

"You carry the aura of the River of Oblivion."

The voice transcended the space and pierced directly into Zhou Ran's mind; it was flat and hoarse.

"besides……

Master's broken porcelain.

Zhou Ran flipped his hand, and a chipped piece of porcelain appeared in his palm.

Under the gray light, a line of small, faintly lit characters appeared on the inner wall.

Within the Heavenly Corpse lies a sea of ​​spider lilies; those who cross this sea of ​​flowers must not turn back.

The woman in white slightly narrowed her golden eyes.

"Your master told you to bring it with you."

"Um."

"But Master also told us to stop everyone."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman in black suddenly tensed up, her fingers clenched inward, the flower vines at her fingertips stretched into a deadly bowstring.

Inside the cavity, hundreds of spider lilies suddenly stopped rotating, and all the blooming petals turned towards Zhou Ran at the same instant.

The killing is already decided.

The golden core within Zhou Ran's body vibrated rapidly.

The idealistic light membrane was subjected to intense impacts from the law of forgetting, and ripples spread outwards in concentric circles.

The Law of Forgetting is attempting to erase everyone's memories of their cultivation techniques.

Bai Xuanle rapidly wrote words on the mycelium on Zhou Ran's neck.

"retreat."

Zhou Ran stood still and spoke calmly.

"It was written on the broken porcelain."

Zhou Ran raised the broken porcelain by a finger's width, the sound drowning out the roar of the laws.

"Those who have passed through the sea of ​​flowers must not turn back."

"It means that once you step over it, you are not allowed to back down."

The white-clad woman's golden light paused.

"This shows that Meng Po didn't intend to stop me."

Zhou Ran took a step forward, defying the law of oblivion, his eyes piercing the sea of ​​flowers with intense light.

She told me to come over.

"You are misinterpreting Master's meaning."

The woman in white's telepathic communication was half a beat faster.

Zhou Ran chuckled.

"I don't consider intentions, I only consider logic."

The Grand Commander's token pressed down on his left palm, and golden light tore through a patch of red mist.

"When Meng Po gave me the porcelain shards in the River of Oblivion, she knew that my life force was exhausted and my days were numbered."

Zhou Ran's killing intent was fully unleashed, and the Taihuang Black Gold crept up from his arm to his cheek.

"She wasn't foolish enough to waste her last bit of energy on the person who was supposed to come."