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

"Thirty thousand years."

She said these things without any emotion whatsoever.

That's the indifference that's left after the years have worn it down.

Bai Xuan lay on Zhou Ran's shoulder, its mycelium contracting violently.

A moment later, the mycelium carved several lines of crooked characters on Zhou Ran's shoulder blade.

"similar……"

Zhou Ran raised his hand and pressed down on Bai Xuan.

It's not that it's afraid of Meng Po (the goddess of forgetfulness).

It is afraid of where it came from.

A blade of grass, a cluster of fungi, a seed.

After being fed with intelligence by the heart of the Heavenly Corpse, is it considered a being of Blue Star, or a side branch growing from the laws of the Heavenly Corpse?

Zhou Ran didn't know either.

This place is already annoying enough.

Yama, the King of Hell, has run out of patience.

He stepped forward, holding the judge's pen horizontally in front of his chest, the Yin law runes on the pen tip lighting up section by section.

"Mother-in-law."

He spoke, the form of address was still there, but the respect was gone.

"I have heard your story."

However, the activation of the Heavenly Corpse's heart is nearing its end. Thirty days later, the Lord of the Void Realm will descend, and no one on Blue Star will escape unscathed.

"I need to enter the heart and seize the authority of the Heavenly Corpse."

"To use this to fight against the Void Realm."

"Get out of the way."

Meng Po looked at him and smiled.

His teeth were piercingly gapped, and his smile made even the King of Hell's face tighten.

"Fifth Brother, you might be able to fool those underworld officials with that kind of talk, but you think you can fool me?"

She raised her withered finger and pointed it at Yama's chest.

"What you want is not to fight against the Void Realm."

"What you need is to transcend tribulation."

Yama seemed to have been seen through, but he quickly suppressed his gaze.

At this moment, Zhao Tao turned to look at Yama, the King of Hell.

He originally thought that by following the Fifth Court, he was forging a new path out of the old order of the underworld.

But as soon as Meng Po uttered those words, all those so-called righteous principles instantly lost their luster.

Zhou Ran took in these reactions.

The fact that Yama, the King of Hell, did not refute it was enough.

"There is an opportunity to transcend the tribulation stage within the heart of the Heavenly Corpse."

Zhou Ran muttered to himself.

Meng Po nodded and said,

"Breaking through the Nascent Soul stage and entering the Tribulation Transcending stage, one becomes omnipotent."

Meng Po then looked at Emperor Song.

"Third brother, you too."

Emperor Song's eyelids drooped, but his dignified appearance remained.

This master of the Third Court is even more elusive than Yama, the King of Hell.

He spoke constantly of the balance of yin and yang, and every word he uttered was for the sake of the common people, yet he also stood before his own heart.

He may not want to undergo tribulation.

But he must want to obtain the power to check and balance Yama, Penglai, and all parties in the mortal world.

Meng Po turned to Du Ziren.

"Lord Ghost Emperor, you're after the opportunity behind this door, aren't you?"

Du Ziren finally opened his eyes.

There was no anger in his dark green pupils.

So what if it is?

His cultivation level is the highest here.

Ultimately, the arguments among these people will come down to merit.

"Mother-in-law is joking."

"Are you kidding?"

Meng Po snorted coldly.

"You think I've been guarding my heart for 30,000 years and haven't heard a thing about what's happening outside?"

Zhou Ran lowered his eyes, lost in thought.

These people—no, these ghosts—are all harboring their own ulterior motives.

Yama, the King of Hell, wants to undergo tribulation.

The Song emperor wanted to seize power.

Du Ziren wanted to take the biggest bite.

Penglai wants to protect Blue Star, and also wants to bring back the core answer that it has not been able to obtain for 30,000 years.

The Holy Radiance Consortium wants to transform the Celestial Corpse Wave into a Western-style supernatural energy source.

Zhao Tao and his son, like broken chess pieces pulled from hell, thought they were sitting at a card table.

As for Zhou Ran?

In these people's eyes, he is the key.

A key that can walk, open doors, ward off disasters, and even die at the door if necessary.

Meng Po turned around and faced the enormous heart behind the gray membrane.

"Thirty thousand years."

I watched the Ten Kings of Hell go from their inception to their peak, and then to their decay.

"Every time Yama, the King of Hell, sits in that chair, the first thing he does is come to see me."

"You asked me how to open the heart."

I said I didn't know.

"They left."

"A few hundred years from now, ask someone else."

She turned her head back, her cloudy eyes falling on Zhou Ran.

"You're the first one who didn't ask me how I opened it."

Zhou Ran didn't answer.

While Meng Po was speaking, Yama, the King of Hell, gave Emperor Song a wink.

very short.

But Zhou Ran's demonic eyes caught their movements.

Emperor Song nodded in response.

Orthodoxy and rebels.

After fighting for so long and losing so many ghost soldiers, even the Black and White Impermanence perished on the north bank of the River of Oblivion.

Even when they reached the heart, they were still able to work together.

The anger in Zhou Ran's eyes subsided.

Getting angry at this point will only make others the first to strike.

"alright."

Yama, the King of Hell, withdrew his gaze.

"Since my mother-in-law refuses to give way..."

He looked at Emperor Song.

"Third brother, what are you waiting for?"

The Yin Law runes of the five orthodox halls and the five rebel halls lit up simultaneously, weaving a large net in the heart cavity and sealing off all exits.

Zhou Ran took a small step back and stood side by side with Fatty Wang and the others.

Du Ziren's Dharma form unfolded at this moment, with three heads and six arms, and dark green ghost fire coiling around the instruments of torture.

As the pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator pressed down, the flesh beneath Zhou Ran's feet sank three inches.

Fatty Wang's knees buckled, and he knelt down.

Xiao Rou bit the tip of her tongue, and the Gu pattern crawled up her neck.

Her natal Gu worm remained tucked away in her palm, not daring to fly too far.

Zhao Tao laughed from the back row.

"Zhou Ran, kneel down."

"Everyone here is more powerful than you."

"No matter how strong your Mind-Only Golden Core is, it's only at the late stage of the Golden Core realm."

"You think you can defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Zhao Shijiang also stared at Zhou Ran, his eyes gleaming with a sinister fire.

He had waited too long for this moment.

From death in the mortal realm to the underworld, from hell to the fifth court, what he most wanted to see was not the power of the Heavenly Corpse, nor the laws of tribulation.

It was Zhou Ran who knelt.

But Zhou Ran didn't look at them.

The weight of this father and son was so light that it was not enough to distract him.

Because here, there is no punishment from the laws of nature.

This place belongs neither to the underworld nor to the mortal realm.

Bai Xuan rested on Zhou Ran's shoulder, and the mycelium seeped into his clothes, writing two words.

"Don't be reckless."

Zhou Ran glanced at it.

"Is this the first day you've known me?"

He looked at Meng Po.

Meng Po stood inside the gray membrane, holding half a bowl.

She didn't speak up for anyone.

She was just waiting.

Thirty thousand years is too long.

The underworld was built and then rotted, Yama was replaced time and again, Penglai became a legend, and the mortal world grew from tribes into reinforced concrete.

But she is still in her heart, holding that broken bowl.

Waiting for someone who can understand the saying, "Those who have passed through the sea of ​​flowers must not turn back."

The Ten Kings of Hell joined forces, with the Ghost Emperor, a god of transformation, providing support.

Penglai is trapped, and its escape route is blocked.

Everyone was waiting for him to hand over the bronze token.

Zhou Ran looked down at her chest.

Six gray lines burned beneath the skin.

The Golden Elixir of the Mind has reached its limit.

Twenty-nine days.

That countdown in my head is really annoying.

He suddenly laughed.

The Ten Kings of Hell, the Five Ghost Emperors, the Nascent Soul of Penglai, and the Lord of the Void Realm.

They all wrote him down in the ledger.

Someone predicted that he could open the door.

Some people believe he can ward off disaster.

Some people predicted that he would die first.

Then there's Zhao Tao, who's hoping he'll kneel down so he can salvage his pitiful self-esteem.

But they miscalculated one thing.

Zhou Ran never follows other people's plans.

He slowly reached into his coat, drawing all eyes to him.

The judge of the underworld probes forward with his pen.

Du Ziren raised the six instruments of torture by half an inch.

The image of Emperor Song stopped.

Zhao Tao took a half step back without even realizing it.

What Zhou Ran pulled out was not a bronze token.

It was that broken piece of porcelain.

On the broken porcelain wall, the writing emerged in the gray light.

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

Zhou Ran held up the broken porcelain and pointed it at Meng Po inside the membrane.

"Mother-in-law."

His voice echoed throughout the cavity.

"The person you haven't waited for in 30,000 years."

"They're here."