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

"You think a lump of demonic mud can stop me, the Emperor?"

Du Ziren's voice came from outside the crack.

The Dharma form of the Ghost Emperor was still stubbornly holding on.

The black mud bit his ghostly hand, and gray-black bubbles burst one after another.

With each crack broken, a piece of the ghostly hand is missing. Grayish energy from the void surges out of the cracks, scratching at one's very bones, causing an itch.

Zhou Ran didn't reply.

He only glanced at the people outside.

The judge's pen of Yama, the King of Hell, hangs in mid-air, while the three palace seals of the Song Emperor suppress the outer layer.

The three from Penglai had just escaped from the cage of punishment. Xu Laozhu was leaning on his cane, and Shen Zhui was unsteady on his feet, supporting himself with his sword.

Fatty Wang knelt on the fleshy wall, cursing. Xiao Rou clutched her wrist bone, while Li Zhiyao stared at him with daggers in her eyes.

The piece of bacteria that Bai Xuan had been carrying twitched inside his collar.

Urge him to leave.

If you keep watching, it really turns out he's making arrangements for his final affairs.

Zhou Ran turned around and stepped into the crevice.

The gray film gathers behind.

Black mud, ghost hands, Yin laws, Buddha's light, and ancient law runes were all isolated.

There was a moment of silence.

The next breath—

boom!

Zhou Ran fell from a height of thousands of feet.

There was no heart-shaped fleshy wall beneath their feet, nor a dark room.

A vast gray sky stretched overhead.

Boundless.

There are mountains in the distance.

The mountain was formed by layers of solidified, regular lines, with symbols on its surface flashing on and off. The moment a certain symbol shone, the entire mountain twisted an inch.

A river flows through the valley.

The river flows with liquid life.

The water splashed onto the shore, and the vegetation grew rapidly in an instant, only to wither and collapse three breaths later, crumbling into dust.

Zhou Ran's eyelids twitched.

A whole independent plane is folded inside the heart of the Heavenly Corpse.

The virtual world.

Moreover, it was a virtual realm he had never seen before.

The pressure of the rules followed one after another.

The psychic light membrane on his body should have stretched three zhang (approximately 10 meters), but now it was compressed to only one inch close to his body.

The underlying rules from all directions rushed in simultaneously, trying to incorporate physical bodies, divine souls, golden cores, and even names into this world.

A violent tremor ran through his dantian.

Six gray lines lit up simultaneously.

The Forgotten River Seal left by Meng Po emitted a faint, eerie yellow light.

Zhou Ran clenched his teeth, and the Primordial Bone emitted a series of cracking sounds.

The black-gold scales emerged from under the skin, and as soon as they surfaced, they were worn away by the rules of the illusory realm, creating a fine crack.

"This concentration..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The moment the blood droplet left his body, it was broken down into hundreds of dust particles by the gray mist. Each dust particle twisted on its own and drilled into his body.

Zhou Ran swept his palm across, and the Asura Demon Fire burned away the ashes.

You cannot bleed out.

This place will rewrite what has been leaked out.

If you shed a drop of blood, perhaps another version of yourself will grow.

Absurd as it may be, the world before us no longer obeys human reason.

The downward momentum accelerated.

Below is a dark gray mountain forest.

The trees were hundreds of feet tall, their trunks covered with closed eye patterns, their branches and leaves drooping, as withered as the fingers of a dead person.

Zhou Ran forcibly activated his Golden Core.

The laws of idealism laid out beneath our feet.

"There is a landing point here."

He gave a low shout.

The gray mist beneath his feet condensed for a moment, and he forcefully defined a semi-transparent platform.

The platform shattered in an instant.

Zhou Ran stepped on the debris to dissipate 30% of the impact, but still crashed towards the edge of the forest.

boom!

The ground cracked.

Blackish-gray dust billowed into the sky.

Zhou Ran knelt at the bottom of the crater, supporting himself with his left hand, while three pieces of his right arm armor were broken.

Before he could stand up straight, the sky darkened.

The two monsters are fighting overhead.

One of them had three wings and a hollow abdomen, through which you could see a blue fireball dancing.

The other end had no head, and dozens of gray tentacles emerged from the stubble of its neck, each with a beak at its tip.

It's incredibly huge.

A wing swept by, and half the mountain range fell into shadow.

The three-winged monster tore off a piece of flesh from the headless monster.

The chunks of meat fell.

It struck a distant mountain peak formed by rules.

The mountain peaks were flattened into plains.

Even the process of collapsing was skipped; all the symbols on it went out.

Zhou Ran stood at the bottom of the pit and his teeth chattered.

It was just a piece of fallen flesh, yet the spiritual pressure it emitted was equivalent to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the outside world.

He dared not think further into the levels of those two main figures in the heavens.

Good news: It's in.

Bad news: The place we're settling in is someone else's hunting ground.

A drop of blood fell from the sky.

From a headless monster.

A blood droplet the size of a fist, trailing a gray-red tail of flame.

Then they withdrew.

Blood droplets fell on the spot where he had just been squatting.

laugh.

A pit three zhang deep was burned out.

The soil around the edge of the hole churned up, and a layer of fleshy buds sprouted.

Immediately afterwards, a hand emerged from the blood.

Grayish-white, with long knuckles.

An eyeball was embedded in the palm of his hand.

The drop of blood then swelled. The blood bubble burst, and a human-shaped creature crawled out.

The human torso was unclothed, and its grayish-white skin was covered with eyeballs from the forehead to the instep.

More than twenty eyeballs moved around, some staring at Zhou Ran, some at the sky, and some at themselves.

After it regained its footing, it twisted its neck.

Click.

All eyes simultaneously aimed at Zhou Ran.

Six gray lines inside Zhou Ran's body burned simultaneously.

The multi-eyed creature opens its mouth.

There was no tongue in its mouth, only a gray symbol floating in the air.

The symbol lit up, and the idealistic light membrane was compressed by external force, shrinking from one inch to half an inch, with scales embedded into the flesh.

"Local indigenous people?"

Zhou Ran clenched his right hand, and Asura Demon Fire burst out from between his fingers.

The multi-eyed creature raised its right arm.

No sound.

The palms of the eyes are open.

A beam of gray light shot out.

The gray light has no temperature and makes no sound.

Wherever it passed, everything vanished cleanly, turning into nothingness.

There were no burn marks, no debris; those things were disqualified from existing.

Zhou Ran channeled his primordial blood energy into his legs and swept across the ground.

A gray light brushed past my shoulder.

Three of the black gold scales are missing.

A piece of flesh was missing from his shoulder.

There was no pain at all.

That piece of flesh disappeared directly from the body without experiencing any "injury".

He thought to himself that he couldn't afford to take a second hit.

Every time you get hurt, you lose a piece of it forever.

The multi-eyed creature's chest eyes rolled, and a second gray light began to condense.

Zhou Ran lowered his body and rushed out close to the ground.

The gray light swept past, cutting a blank space in the mountains and forests.

The blank space instantly transformed into a chaotic void.

He rushed within ten feet of the multi-eyed creature.

The creature opened all twenty of its eyes simultaneously.

The gray light net spread out in all directions, enveloping him.

Zhou Ran did not back down.

The Golden Elixir of the Mind in the Dantian trembled.

The light film expanded from half an inch back to one inch.

One inch is enough.

That's enough for him to throw a punch.

"Here—"

"I can press myself against your face."

Since he was in the Void Realm, his Idealistic Golden Core was formed by relying on the rules of the Void Realm.

The idealistic definition is easier to use.