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

If it were an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, they wouldn't have lasted this long; their traces would have been erased by the laws of the Void Realm.

The eyes on the chest of the multi-eyed native lit up simultaneously, gray light gathering in their depths, and a murderous intent pressed down on Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran looked down at the cliff.

Below, the gray mist swirls and churns, its depths unfathomable, devoid of any spiritual or yin energy, and devoid of any sign of life.

That was a place abandoned by the void.

In the palm of his hand, another fine crack appeared on the Gu shell left by Xiaorou.

The second one.

The third way.

Cracks crawled all over the surface of the Gu shell, and dark Gu energy seeped out from the cracks.

Xiaorou once said that this thing can save lives in critical moments.

Click.

The Gu shell shattered into two halves.

A wisp of Gu energy, so thin it was almost invisible, emerged and, instead of spreading outwards, sank straight down the cliff.

The thick gray fog was forcefully pierced by that wisp of Gu energy, creating a hole the size of a pinhead.

At the end of the hole, Zhou Ran saw a glimmer of light.

The light was exactly the same as the dark gold that had appeared on Li Chengfeng's bronze token.

There is a road.

Zhou Ran chuckled softly.

It's better than staying here and being worn down by a bunch of eyes.

The two multi-eyed natives attacked simultaneously, their gray lights sweeping across each other.

Zhou Ran did not retreat, but instead rushed towards the gray light.

The two natives' eyes narrowed simultaneously, clearly not expecting him to approach them.

Zhou Ran had no intention of fighting head-on.

As he rushed to the point where the two gray lights converged, the spiritual light membrane on his body expanded.

"Here."

"I was not hit."

Words are law.

Two streaks of gray light deviated half an inch and swept past him.

Half of the shoulder armor was wiped off.

A section of his left ear was also missing, and blood was flowing down his neck.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth and forced his way through the gap to get close to the first native.

He reached out with his right hand, his five fingers gripping the main eye on its chest.

The Asura Demon Fire poured into his palm.

The massive body of the multi-eyed native convulsed violently, and one by one, the eyeballs in his chest dimmed.

Zhou Ran used his left hand, fingers together, to stab it into its throat.

The power of the Black and White Impermanence is at work.

"Soul Snatcher".

The Yin Law method involves cutting into the body of the indigenous people.

This hook failed to draw out the soul.

What he pulled out was a wriggling gray symbol.

The symbol's shape resembles the Chinese character "门" (door).

Zhou Ran's eyes darkened.

These things are not ordinary living beings at all.

They contain seeds of the laws of the void, and are guardians directly generated by certain rules.

The symbol detached from its body, and the first multi-eyed native's body instantly shattered, scattering grayish-white flesh and blood all over the ground. It then slowly crawled on the ground, attempting to reassemble.

The second native gray light has already been fired.

Zhou Ran grabbed the first indigenous carcass and held it horizontally in front of him.

The gray light penetrated the mangled body, its residual power still penetrating Zhou Ran's abdomen.

The flesh and blood were pierced through.

The internal organs were displaced by the shock, and several small lacerations were bleeding.

The force of the impact sent Zhou Ran flying backward, just over the edge of the cliff, and into the gray mist below.

He did not struggle.

The moment the gray mist engulfed his body, Zhou Ran gripped the "Door" symbol tightly.

The symbol twisted in his palm, trying to burrow into his flesh.

The Golden Elixir of the Mind pressed down, locking it in his palm.

"Don't rush."

Zhou Ran coughed up black blood, mixed with shattered organs.

"I'll tear you apart once I survive."

Above the cliff, two multi-eyed natives rested on the edge.

They did not pursue them.

All eyes were fixed on the churning gray fog, an instinctive fear of this area.

Deep within the gray fog, Zhou Ran continued to fall.

The oppressive feeling of the Void Realm's laws, which were originally all-pervasive, was greatly reduced here.

The oppression did not disappear; it simply became chaotic and disordered.

There is no flow of life here, no regular mountain ranges, and no eyeball forests.

It's more like a pile of rubble discarded by the virtual world.

boom!

Zhou Ran crashed into the rough ground.

The sternum cracked, and three more bones broke under the ribs.

The abdominal wound was torn open a second time, and black gold blood gushed from the laceration. Zhou Ran forcibly activated the Forgetful River Seal to press down the edges of the wound, barely managing to stop the bleeding.

Consciousness was dragged down by darkness.

……

When Zhou Ran woke up, the first thing she smelled was a pungent burning smell.

That's not the smell of burnt meat.

It's closer to the astringent, bitter smell left after a certain root plant has been thoroughly burned; it seeps into your throat and makes you feel choked and tight.

He opened his eyes.

The ceiling is made of rough cave walls.

The rock face was covered with random symbols, which at first glance looked no different from a child's scribbles.

But every scratch was filled with gray-black powder.

The powder shimmered faintly, keeping the thick gray fog outside the cave at bay.

Torn animal hides hung at the entrance of the cave.

A figure moved back and forth outside the animal skin, its steps very light.

Zhou Ran tried to move his hands.

I can't move.

His limbs were bound to a flat stone slab by rattan ropes as thick as a thumb.

The surface of the vine rope was also coated with gray-black powder. When it was stuck to his skin, the chill seeped into his pores and suppressed the flow of his true energy.

The penetrating abdominal wound has already been treated.

The technique was ridiculously crude.

There was no needle and thread.

The other party used finely polished bone spikes to pierce through the translucent animal tendons and stitched the torn flesh back together, one stitch at a time.

The slightest movement caused the wound to feel hot and numb.

But the method worked.

The bleeding stopped, and he was saved.

Zhou Ran turned her head to look at her chest.

Those six damned gray lines are still there, branded onto the skin, and even darker than before.

The Forgotten River Seal was affixed to the outer layer of the dantian, causing the Golden Core of the Heart to rotate slowly, and the cracks in the Primordial Bone of the Great Wilderness to deepen further.

The bacteria left behind by Bai Xuan huddled in his collar, its breath so faint it was almost gone.

"Stop playing dead."

Zhou Ran sent a thought to the other party.

The mycelium did not respond.

Row.

This time, I really have to rely on myself.

"Stop pretending if you're awake."

A girl's voice came from the cave entrance; it was clean, but devoid of any warmth.

A one-armed girl lifted the animal skin and walked in.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with short, messy hair, wearing a rough animal skin, and barefoot on the gravel ground.

The left arm was severed at the shoulder, with a ring of black runes engraved around the cut, the lines deeply embedded in the flesh.

She held a gleaming bone spear in her right hand.

There were runes not only at the severed arm.

From her collarbone to her ankles, her exposed skin was covered with a dense array of marks.

In the dimly lit cave, the symbols piercing flesh and blood glowed faintly.

Zhou Ran looked at her.

"You saved me?"

The girl walked to the stone slab, the tip of the bone spear pressed against his chest.

"I found it."

"Why go through all that trouble to carry me back?"

"I'll wait until you're completely dead so I can divide the meat among you."

Zhou Ran was amused by her words.

"Your hospitality rules are quite strict."

The girl didn't understand the joke. She stared at the six gray lines on Zhou Ran's chest and pressed the bone spear in her hand down a little.

"You don't have breathing lines."

"What are breath marks?"

The girl touched the glowing symbols on her body with the handle of the spear.

"this."

Zhou Ran's gaze swept over the runes on her body, and he understood the general idea.

These native inhabitants of the Void Realm resisted the erasure by engraving runes into their flesh and blood.

The girl sensed his judgment, and a hint of wariness appeared in her eyes.

"Do you know the law?"

"I was chased by a two-eyed monster the whole way and almost got shredded to dust. It's hard not to know about this."

Zhou Ran spoke casually, as if he were chatting idly at a tea table.

The girl snorted.