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

The inkstone bounced off the stone.

"Are you moving the ashes?"

"Is this thing called 'breath ash'?"

Zhou Ran raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, I'll borrow it."

Yan raised the bone spear in his hand, then stopped.

Ash is something that preserves life without a trace.

Without the ash, the gray fog outside the cave will gradually seep in.

But she saw it.

After Zhou Ran absorbed the ash, the gray fog outside the cave receded even further.

He's not breaking down the defenses, he's rewriting them.

Zhou Ran flipped his palm over.

Ash fell onto his chest, abdomen, and the edges of his broken scales.

The laws of the illusory realm have a fragmented resistance structure within the ashes.

The indigenous people could only carve it into their skin and flesh, and had to repair it every seven days.

Crude and wasteful.

In Zhou Ran's words, it's like using gold bricks to prop up the table legs.

Zhou Ran used the Mind-Only Golden Elixir to dismantle it.

"It is not powder that resists nothingness."

"It's this definition from the powder."

He then pointed to his wound.

"exist."

Two words were uttered.

The erosion of the void at the edge of the abdominal wound was suppressed.

The torn skin and flesh quickly closed up.

The animal tendons were squeezed out by the flesh and blood, and fell onto the stone slab with a thud.

Everyone in the cave stared in disbelief.

The boy, Ashi, opened his mouth wide.

"He... doesn't use breath markings?"

Yan stared at the six gray lines on Zhou Ran's chest.

"No, he's eating away at the Breath Mark."

Zhou Ran did not deny it.

His golden core was spinning faster and faster.

The incomplete laws within the ashes were swallowed.

The "door" symbol was swallowed.

He was also remotely drawn to the lingering presence of the gray-eyed hunters outside the cave.

This exhilarating feeling is a first for me.

It's not spiritual energy entering the body.

It is the rule entering the body.

On Earth, every step he took required him to confront the will of Heaven.

Here, no one will collect his bill.

On the contrary, he was even more at ease utilizing the six gray patterns within the Golden Core.

The Asura Demon Flame ignited deep within his dantian.

The black fire was not released outwards; it was all compressed into the inner shell of the golden core.

The Demon Emperor's essence surged, and the primordial blood and qi rose from his bone marrow in response. The dragon essence murmured, and the heavenly tribulation lightning intent circulated through his meridians.

The powers of the Black and White Impermanence finally merged, transforming into two yin-yang hook patterns that closed up against the outer shell of the Golden Core.

Five forces intertwined, five chains twisted into one rope.

At the end of the rope, six gray stripes were hooked.

Gray streaks are no longer just a form of erosion.

They began to be refined by Zhou Ran in reverse.

Yan took a half step back, his eyes filled with shock.

This person is not prey being hunted by the Void Realm at all.

He is consuming the virtual world.

Outside the cave, the clicking sound stopped for a moment.

A sharp screech came from the depths of the gray fog.

The gray-eyed hunters noticed the change in their prey.

They panicked.

boom!

The first gray light swept in from outside the cave entrance.

The animal hide disappeared.

A large chunk of rock at the edge of the cave entrance had been scraped away.

The woman screamed.

Yan rushed to the cave entrance with his spear in hand, and all the energy patterns on his body lit up.

"Retreat to the back cave!"

The old man dragged the child deeper into the area.

Ashi wanted to look back, but the woman grabbed him and pulled him away.

Yan stood at the cave entrance, holding a spear with one arm.

From within the gray fog, the first gray-eyed hunter revealed its silhouette.

It was smaller than the two that were chasing Zhou Ran, and its eyes were more numerous.

A primary eye on the chest opened.

Gray light condenses.

Yan gritted his teeth.

She couldn't stop it, but she had to, because she was the leader of the tribe.

The next moment, a hand landed on her shoulder.

Zhou Ran stood behind her.

Although the injury has not yet recovered.

But something in his eyes was burning.

"Don't block it."

Yan's voice was deep and resonant.

"You're not ready yet."

That's enough.

"I am now strong enough to kill it."

Zhou Ran stepped out of the cave.

The main eye on the gray-eyed hunter's chest suddenly lit up, and gray light shot out.

Zhou Ran stood still and raised his hand.

"biased".

The gray light brushed past his face, and a section of rock behind him was smoothed out.

Yan gasped for breath, holding it in her throat.

That last movement wasn't a dodge.

The gray light itself has shifted.

Zhou Ran made a grasping motion with his right hand.

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

"Soul Capture".

The gray-eyed hunter froze.

A tiny gray symbol was forcibly ripped from its chest.

The symbol was smaller than the previous one.

Zhou Ran opened his mouth and inhaled, the symbol entering his abdomen.

boom!

The golden elixir trembled again.

One by one, the eyes on the gray-eyed hunter went out.

Before it even fell to the ground, Zhou Ran had already thrown a punch.

The Asura Demon Fire exploded, and the remains of the monster island were burned to ashes.

The people inside the cave were all stunned and stood there.

The old man leaned against the cave wall, his lips trembling.

"He killed Grey Eyes..."

The inkstone remained silent.

She noticed that below the sixth gray line on Zhou Ran's chest, there was a ring of purplish-gold lines.

That's not the breathing pattern in the inkstone.

Rather, it's a set of rules that grew out of itself.

Zhou Ran looked up into the depths of the gray fog.

There are even more eyeballs there.

A dozen or so gray-eyed hunters emerged from the gray mist and surrounded the cave entrance.

They didn't rush up immediately.

They are waiting for orders.

The ground began to shake, and heavy footsteps could be heard in the distance.

With each step, the silent gray fog sinks an inch deeper.

The inkstone's surface changed color drastically.

"Not a hunter."

"They are from the upper-class tribes."

Zhou Ran licked away the blood from his lips.

"What level of cultivation?"

The inkstone could not understand cultivation level.

She put it another way.

"They can tear open the silent boundary with their bare hands."

Zhou Ran smiled.

"Isn't that the Nascent Soul stage?"

The gray fog outside the cave was torn to shreds.

A burst of wild laughter rolled in from afar.

Can you smell it?

"It smells like outside mice!"

The sound was like a stone hammer being smashed into the cave.

The silent people all knelt down.

Yan bent his knees, the bone spear piercing the ground, stubbornly refusing to kneel.

Zhou Ran stood at the cave entrance, his golden core expanding desperately within him.

Cracks spread from the center of the golden core.

He glanced down at his dantian and his smile deepened.

"You've come at the perfect time."

"I need someone to kick down the door."

He had a feeling.

Now is the best time to perform the infant formation procedure.

The gray fog was torn apart, and a tall figure emerged.

He was nearly ten feet tall, shirtless, with nine deep blue breath patterns etched on his chest.

Each breath mark moves beneath the skin and flesh, like a living snake.

He carried a giant white bone pestle on his left shoulder.

Three pieces of skin with peeled texture were hanging from the top of the giant pestle.

He was followed by twelve warriors from the upper tribes.

Each person has deep blue breath markings on their body.

Each person held a grey-eyed hunter by the leash.

The silent gray fog made way for them.

When Yan saw the giant white bone pestle, the last trace of color drained from his face.

"That's a bone shard."

Zhou Ran asked, "Do you know him?"

Yan's throat felt tight.

"The headhunter of the upper-level Heihe tribe."

"He lets the hunting dogs out every month."

"My brother was skinned alive by him."

Bone Demon heard it.

He grinned, revealing a set of sharpened teeth.

"Gray inkstone".

"Your brother has a good face."

It lasted for six days before it rotted.

Yan's single arm was covered in bulging veins.

The bone spear made a rubbing sound in her palm.

Bone Cutter's gaze shifted to Zhou Ran.

The next moment, nine breath patterns on his chest lit up simultaneously.

He laughed even louder.

"The Heihe tribe is lucky."

The key was found!

"If I eat you, maybe I can enter your heart."

Upon hearing this, the old man knelt in the cave, trembling like a leaf.

He suddenly crawled out and kowtowed at Chonggu Temple.

"Master Headhunter!

We didn't hide him!

"It was Huiyan who picked it up!"

"It's none of our business!"

The inkstone turned back.

"Old mole!"

The old man didn't look at her, he just kept kowtowing.

"Please, sir, spare our cave."

"Take her with you. She's the leader, she's got more flesh, and her breathing patterns are stronger."