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

Zhou Ran didn't stop or turn around.

"Those who cross the sea of ​​flowers must not turn back"—he didn't know if it was the literal meaning or a legal restriction, and he didn't intend to try it.

"If you touch that thing inside."

The voice of the woman in black drifted from behind.

"Please ask us a question."

"What do you want to ask?"

Ask it—why?

"The road to the Bridge of Helplessness is long and arduous, yet every step covers three miles, allowing for carefree wandering..."

"The River of Oblivion, a thousand-year-old dwelling, faces unrecognizable, what can be done..."

The ballads fade into the distance, the flower-lined path ends.

Zhou Ran took the last step, and a muffled closing sound came from behind him.

Hundreds of spider lilies were squeezed together as if by a hand, blocking the passage.

Our escape route is cut off.

The anterior spinal canal narrows sharply.

The threads on the grayish-white bone wall were ten times denser, and the concentration of the Void Realm Laws nearly doubled.

The light membrane flickered from once every three breaths to twice per breath.

Zhou Ran took a breath and led the four people behind him to continue deeper into the area.

Walk about twenty steps.

Fatty Wang stopped in his tracks.

"Brother Ran."

His tone was off.

"What's wrong?"

"I heard someone chanting scriptures."

Zhou Ran listened intently.

Deep within the spinal canal, in the farthest reaches, a voice echoes.

It's not a heartbeat.

It wasn't the buzzing of the laws of the virtual realm.

It was the voice of a living person, uttering words one by one.

The tone was even, neither hurried nor slow.

But the scriptures being recited were not any Buddhist scriptures that Zhou Ran had ever heard before.

The voice said—

"The first heaven is called 'Chaos'. There is no light, no darkness, no life, and no death."

"The second heaven is called 'Guixu'. It is where all waters converge and where all souls are buried."

The golden core in Zhou Ran's dantian twitched.

The things in Ye Futian's memory.

The opening scripture of the Nine Heavens of the Demon Realm.

The chanting stopped.

Fatty Wang lowered his voice:

"Boss, this isn't the Buddhist style."

Zhou Ran nodded slightly; this wasn't the time to dwell on that.

He just wanted to know who was inside.

How do you know about the Nine Heavens of the Demon Realm?

"Keep going."

The spinal canal narrows abruptly here.

On the gray-white bone wall, gray threads were as dense as a spider web.

With each step you take, the elasticity of the blood vessel walls in your feet weakens, and their texture begins to harden.

They walked another twenty steps or so.

A dark golden light shone at the fork in the road ahead.

It wasn't the light of the token, it was the light of the sword.

A sword aura burst forth from the left passage, grazing Zhou Ran's earlobe and slicing a deep gash into the right side of his bone wall.

Bones fell in a flurry.

This was followed by muffled groans, the clanging of metal, and the howls of ghosts.

That was Shen Zhui from Penglai Pavilion.

The five of them rushed forward at the same time.

After turning the corner, the view opens up.

Within a widened passage, sword energy crisscrossed.

The cloth strips binding Shen Zhui's longsword had been unwrapped, and the blade was flowing with bluish-white Nascent Soul True Essence.

He is fighting three against one.

The opponents were three ghost generals clad in black ghost armor, all of whom possessed the cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage.

Their playing style is very tricky.

Not seeking to kill, but simply to entangle.

One used chains to block Shen Zhui's movement, another raised a bone shield to block the sword energy, and the last one used the Yin Soul Banner to interfere.

The three of them worked together to keep the sword cultivator, who was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, stuck in place.

Sweat beaded on Shen Zhui's forehead; though the sword light shone brightly, the depletion of his true essence was clearly visible to the naked eye.

He caught sight of Zhou Ran, his voice tense:

Zhou Ran!

They're not the main force; there are others coming up behind them—

He hadn't finished speaking.

The chain-wielding ghost general suddenly flung his hand away.

The chains didn't bind Shen Zhui; instead, they transformed into a black shadow and struck Zhou Ran's face!

A foul stench wafted in first, and Zhou Ran stepped forward with his right foot, causing the floor tiles beneath his feet to crack.

The primordial energy and blood exploded from his dantian, and black and gold patterns climbed from his neck to his right fist.

One punch.

There are no fancy designs.

Pure power, imbued with demonic energy, slammed into the middle of the chains.

"Snap!"

The iron chain broke in two from the middle.

The broken edges were charred black, and Asura's demonic fire spread along the fragments.

The chain-wielding ghost general's tiger's mouth split open, and he staggered backward.

He looked up and saw the faintly glowing token on Zhou Ran's chest.

"big……

Grand Commander?!

The second punch has arrived.

Pure Primordial Overlord Body Power.

The force of the punch made the ghost general's armor buzz, and he hurriedly raised his arm to block.

The sound of bones cracking was muffled inside the armor.

The ghost twisted its entire right arm at an abnormal angle, blasting the man away. He crashed into the bone wall, creating a human-shaped dent.

He struggled to get up.

Zhou Ran has reached the third step.

The Asura Demon Fire erupted from his fist, engulfing him.

The screams lasted only half a breath before the soul vanished.

The remaining two ghost generals exchanged a glance, then turned and ran.

Shen Zhui's sword flashed, forcing back the shield-wielding ghost general, and he chased after him for three steps.

"Don't chase after them."

Zhou Ran raised his hand to stop him.

Shen Zhui sheathed his sword, the blade humming incessantly.

"They went to the lungs."

"I know."

Zhou Ran shook off the remaining black smoke from his fist.

Shen Zhui remained silent for two seconds before finally clasping his hands in a fist salute.

Thank you.

"Don't mention it."

"Where is Old Xu?"

"The Pavilion Master and Youwei have entered through the left eye entrance as planned and occupied the high ground of the head plane."

Shen Zhui spoke faster.

"But something unexpected happened."

He pulled a communication talisman from his pocket; the edges of the talisman were charred black.

"The Heavenly Corpse's organs are activated, but not in any particular order."

Whoever barges in will be the first to wake up.

Zhou Ran frowned.

"The three of us entered through the left eye, and the left eye had already begun to contract."

Shen Zhui pointed upwards.

"When you open the spinal gate, the spinal canal moves twice as fast as when you came in."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"Now that the lung domain is activated, the flow of energy within the entire Heavenly Corpse will change."

Spiritual energy consumption has doubled.

Zhou Ran closed his eyes.

Within the golden elixir, five gray lines were burning hot.

The "heartbeat" of the Heavenly Corpse was crystal clear to him; it was indeed fast.

He opened his eyes and made a decision in just three breaths.

"Shen Zhui."

"exist."

"Turn back to the cranial plane and meet up with Elder Xu."

Hold the high ground and stay in touch with me using a communication talisman.

Shen Zhui frowned:

"You're going to split your forces?"

"The spinal canal leads directly to the central nervous system, but there are too many branching paths, so it can't accelerate."

Zhou Ran's gaze swept across the depths of the passage.

"I led my men down the main road, straight to the heart of the matter."

You and Old Xu will provide support from above.

He took out a spare communication talisman and threw it over.

"Notify us immediately if there are any issues."

Especially if you see someone who is Yama, the King of Hell.

Shen Zhui caught the talisman and gripped it tightly.

He looked at Zhou Ran for three seconds, then clasped his hands in a deep fist salute.

"I obey."

He had just killed a ghost general with three punches, which truly amazed him.

This person is no ordinary individual!

Then, enveloped in the light of his sword, he retreated swiftly along the path he had come from.

The figure disappeared around the bend in a few flashes.

Zhou Ran led Li Zhiyao, Wang Pangzi, Xiao Rou, and Bai Xuan, the five of them stepping deeper into the main spine path.

After walking a hundred feet, the texture of the air changed.

The originally thin laws of the illusory realm began to flow.

A gray stream of air rushed down from the direction of the head, carrying a suction force.

Fatty Wang was the first to notice.

"Boss," he said, his voice strained.

"My Buddha's power is leaking!"