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

No one moved in the square.

Yama, the King of Hell, did not move.

Du Ziren's afterimage remained motionless.

The high priest had nine silver runes on his body that glowed white, and his two eyes were fixed on Zhou Ran's chest without even blinking.

No one made the first move.

Zhou Ran didn't stop walking.

The scales trod across the bone stone ground, each step firm and solid.

He walked around the banquet without looking back.

Zhao Tao's mouth was still sewn shut. He slumped to the ground, his hands gripping his jawbone and pulling it down, unable to utter a single word. Only a suppressed buzzing came from his throat.

He walked deeper into the square, his left hand already inside his clothes.

The black bead felt heavy and hot in my palm.

That night, something that defied the heavens.

On Earth, this black bead did not react at all.

But now, the call grows ever deeper.

He remembered Ye Futian saying that he had led an army to conquer the Void Realm.

Therefore, the Void Realm should be on the same plane as the Demon Realm.

The idea swirled in my mind and then turned into action.

Zhou Ran stopped, turned around, faced the banquet, and held the black bead to his chest.

The high priest frowned.

The black beads are small, about the size of a longan fruit, with a jet-black surface that is completely opaque.

It had no aura or fluctuations; it was just an ordinary stone bead.

But when Zhou Ran held it up between his fingertips, the eyeballs behind the Yama mask twitched.

"What is that?"

Zhou Ran did not answer him.

His divine sense sank down, directly cutting into the depths of the nascent soul, and touched the layer of law that encapsulated the core of the black bead.

On Earth, this sealing is suppressed by the laws of Heaven.

Every time he tries to move, the Heavenly Dao adds another layer of weight to him.

But he's not on Earth now.

He was inside the corpse in the sky.

There is no Heavenly Dao here, no rules governing it, and even breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage does not require tribulation.

The Nascent Soul Law began to rotate, attaching the outermost gray pattern to the palm and moving inward along the edge of the black bead's encapsulation.

found it.

That sealing node was a Heavenly Dao imprint as thin as a hair.

On Earth, this thing is as heavy as a mountain.

Here, it's just a rope.

Zhou Ran used the Nascent Soul Law to pinch it and slowly spread it to both sides.

The black beads were burning hot on my fingertips.

Then the burning sensation disappeared.

A dark red light emanated from the bead, silently seeping through his fingers.

The high priest was the first to sense it.

The nine silver aura patterns on his body simultaneously went out.

It was destroyed by someone, suppressed by that dark red aura.

The high priest took a step back.

Yama, the King of Hell, stood up.

Dark red light flowed from Zhou Ran's palm and spread along the cracks in the square's ground.

Where it flowed, the bone stones lost their color and turned dark brown.

Du Ziren's afterimage flickered.

"That's something from the demon realm."

He spoke, unusually with a hint of caution.

"King Yama, you didn't mention before that Zhou Ran had something from the Demon Realm."

Yama, the King of Hell, did not speak; he did not know either.

Their gazes fell on the dark red light; no one could see the expression behind the mask.

Zhou Ran looked down at the dark red flowing in his palm, and went through the fragments of memory left by Ye Futian in his mind.

Using the Nascent Soul as the anchor point and the aura of slaughter as the sacrifice, a six-pointed blood array was carved on the ground, opening up the coordinates of the lower six heavens.

He looked up and glanced around the square.

Two hundred soldiers from the Heihe tribe surrounded them.

The bone crossbows were still held aloft, and each of them was at least at the Golden Core level, with abundant true essence and a strong aura of killing intent.

Thank you.

Zhou Ran said those two words to the surrounding area of ​​the square.

No one realized what he was saying.

He squatted down and placed his palms on the ground.

The dark red light found its way out, and with a whoosh, it poured into the ground through the palm of the hand, spreading rapidly along the cracks in the bone stone.

That was the array-carving technique that Ye Futian had spent over a thousand years developing.

It was so complicated that when Zhou Ran first saw that memory, she thought she was seeing a fake.

It's impossible for a normal person to remember this.

The Golden Core of the Mind circulated once, extracting that memory from the sea of ​​consciousness and replicating it one-to-one on the ground.

The outline of a six-pointed star appeared on the ground of the square.

Each line is half a meter wide, dark red, and has a uniform pulse.

The high priest was the first to recognize what it was, and his expression changed.

"Everyone retreat!"

The Black River warriors in the square reacted, and the arrows from their bone crossbows were all aimed at Zhou Ran and lowered.

Zhou Ran raised his right hand upwards.

"biased".

Two hundred arrows deflected all three feet away from him, embedding themselves in the ground without hitting him at all.

Zhou Ran continued carving.

Yama, the King of Hell, intervened.

The Yin Iron Scepter was slammed out from his sleeve, carrying the weight of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, and pressed directly towards Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran stood up, took a step to the side, and let the authority press down on his left shoulder.

The half-step Nascent Soul stage of Yama King, along with the true essence of the two hundred Black River warriors on the square, were being drawn in bit by bit by the six-pointed blood array centered on him.

He sensed the formation activating, and the laws governing his nascent soul began to vibrate violently.

Yama, the King of Hell, sensed something was wrong.

"stop--"

That's too late.

The moment the six-pointed blood array was fully formed, a dark red beam of light shot vertically from the plaza floor, piercing through the gray sky of the void.

The sound wasn't an explosion; it was a tearing sound.

The entire piece of cloth was ripped open from the middle, and the hissing of hinges came from behind everyone's heads.

Zhou Ran stood in the center of the pillar of light, watching the dark red light cleave the gray sky above him in two, causing the entire void to tremble.

The high priest's nine silver breath patterns were all destroyed.

Du Ziren's afterimage began to deform amidst the tremors, barely managing to maintain its outline.

Yama, the King of Hell, bent his knees and knelt on one knee on the ground.

It wasn't that he wanted to kneel; it was that the demonic power was too heavy, bending his legs so he couldn't straighten them.

Everyone in the square stopped.

Two hundred Black River warriors, their crossbows dropped to the ground, their legs trembling.

Some people sat down on the ground, supporting themselves with their hands on the bone stones, panting heavily.

Three breaths of silence.

A voice came from the void.

Deep, ancient, like a door rusted with iron for ten thousand years being pushed open from the inside.

Who is it?

"It awakened the throne of the lower six heavens."

The sounds in the void ceased.

The iron gate was not closed.

Zhou Ran looked up at the gray sky above him, which was torn apart by a dark red beam of light.

The cracks expanded from one to three, then from three to seven, stretching across the entire sky, and finally merged into a single opening.

The inside of the opening was dark, as dark as the deep sea.

Then something came out.

First came the sound of wings.

It's not bird wings, it's fleshy wings, membranous, that vibrate at a low frequency when flapping, traveling close to the ground and can be felt from hundreds of miles away.

Then came the clanging of armor, dense, rhythmic, and orderly like a marching army advancing.

Yama, the King of Hell, raised his head.

Behind the mask, two eyes lost their focus for the first time.

The first thing to fly out of the crack was a demon general who was about thirty feet tall.

The black and gold demonic armor covered him from head to toe, and the mask was cast into an open beast's mouth, with dark red light leaking from the slits of the eyes.

Holding a twenty-foot-long bone knife in both hands, with seven strings of skulls hanging around his neck, he fell out of the crack with a whooshing sound and crashed directly into the edge of the square.

The bone stone ground shattered, creating a pit ten feet deep.

The general straightened up, his skull rattling against his neck.

He glanced around and saw Zhou Ran. He knelt on one knee and placed the bone knife horizontally on the ground.

"The Grand Duke reports to the Demon Emperor."

The sound was thicker than the city walls.

"The army of the lower six heavens has arrived as summoned."