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

"Now, are you still going to use the bigger picture to pressure me?"

Old Xu looked down at his chest.

Half of a bronze ruler was stuck there.

The ancient blue light that originally flowed across the ruler gradually faded away.

He reached out and touched it.

My fingertips were covered in blood.

That blood was unusual.

It contains remnants of ancient laws that have been offered up in Penglai for 30,000 years.

These lingering traces were severed at the root, leaving them without order and nowhere to go, only able to disperse outwards along the wounds.

Old Xu looked up at Zhou Ran.

For the first time, his eyes showed signs of distress.

"How could this be...?"

Zhou Ran stood ten steps away, the Taihuang Black Blade hanging at his side.

He was also seriously injured.

There is only a thin line connecting the projection and the main body; that last strike came at a great cost.

Deep within the sacred mountain of the illusory realm, the shoulder bone of his true form had already cracked.

The nascent soul was shaken violently, and six gray lines clung tightly to his soul, scorching his sea of ​​consciousness until it turned black.

But he didn't back down an inch.

He looked at Old Xu and said:

"After 30,000 years in Penglai, all they've learned is to use their granddaughter to fill a hole?"

Old Xu's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word.

In the distance, Xu Zhenhai was embedded in the wall, his fate unknown.

Dozens of Penglai cultivators fell to the ground, some clutching their chests and vomiting blood.

Some people had their magical artifacts broken in two, while others looked up at Old Master Xu with only fear in their eyes.

They never imagined that the bronze ruler would break.

I never imagined that the Pavilion Master would lose.

That's Penglai.

Penglai, which has guarded the Heavenly Corpse for 30,000 years.

Today in the eastern district of Jiangcheng, my pride was severed by a Nascent Soul projection.

Old Xu suddenly smiled.

The laughter was dry.

"Zhou Ran, you really are an anomaly."

Zhou Ran took a step forward.

The blood on the ground was evaporated by the black and gold aura beneath his feet.

Don't try to label me.

He raised his knife, the tip pointing at the gray vertical eye above the East City Cultural Center.

"You really think the Heavenly Corpse's left eye revived because Penglai opened it?"

Old Xu's expression shifted slightly.

Zhou Ran said coldly:

"wrong."

"The will of the void has used your hand to complete the last piece of the puzzle."

As soon as those words were spoken, the gray vertical eye in the sky above the eastern city turned once.

From within the vertical eye, gray light spread outwards, enveloping the entire ruins of the eastern city.

The fragments of light membrane that Zhou Ran shattered with a single strike did not dissipate.

Instead, it was drawn back by the vertical eye, forming a fine ring of lines around the edge of the eyeball.

Old Xu stared at that eye and finally realized something was wrong.

After the bronze ruler broke, the ancient laws of Penglai lost their traction.

But the regeneration of the Heavenly Corpse's left eye did not stop.

It's still inhaling.

Absorb the ancient laws remaining from the Penglai altar.

He sucked the blood extracted from Xu Youwei's body.

Absorb the remaining vitality of the underground gray lines in Dongcheng.

Even the remnants of ancient law within the broken half of the ruler in Old Xu's chest were gradually drawn away.

Old Xu pressed his hand against the wound, his palm flashing with a blue light, but he couldn't stop the remaining breath from leaking out.

Zhou Ran sneered.

"Do you understand now?"

"You think you can subdue me with the ancient laws of Penglai?"

In reality, you've handed it all the keys that Penglai had accumulated over 30,000 years.

Old Xu did not speak.

His hand was pressed against his chest, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Xu Youwei on the altar suddenly coughed up blood, and the shattered array patterns beneath her lit up with a gray light.

The gray light climbed up along her broken silver needle and drilled towards her brow.

She struggled to get up, but was held firmly by the altar.

"Master..."

This sound was even weaker than before.

Old Xu finally turned back.

With just one glance, the last bit of composure on his face vanished.

The altar no longer obeys the commands of Penglai.

It is using Xu Youwei as a new sacrifice.

Zhou Ran picked up his sword and walked forward.

"Old Xu, aren't you willing to take the blame?"

"Your granddaughter is about to be swallowed by the left eye of the Heavenly Corpse."

"Are you still going to memorize it or not?"

Old Xu's chest heaved, his gray cloth jacket soaked with blood.

He held the remaining half of the bronze ruler, trying to activate the ancient law, but the ruler was covered with cracks and he couldn't even gather a complete blue light.

Zhou Ran raised the Taihuang Black Blade.

"I'll close the door."

"Anyone who gets in my way will die first."

Above the eastern city, a gray vertical eye locked onto Zhou Ran.

Circles of gray lines unfolded from the depths of the eyeball.

A fragmented thought emanated from the left eye of the Heavenly Corpse.

There are no men or women, no young or old.

Only the rules speak.

"key……

Return to your place...

Zhou Ran looked up at it, his hand holding the knife steadying itself.

"Go to hell."

With a stomp of his foot, black and gold qi surged into the sky.

On the Taihuang Black Blade, newly formed half-green and half-gray blade patterns ignited with dark gold flames.

Old Xu watched Zhou Ran walk past him, and his lips moved slightly.

This time, he didn't talk about the big picture.

They didn't shout "town" again.

He only looked at Xu Youwei on the altar, the half of the bronze ruler in his hand slowly hanging down.

It does not open.

It was as if the bones of all the cultivators present had been stuffed with Yin soil.

Old Xu's expression changed.

He turned around and looked at the left eye of the celestial corpse.

That eye wasn't fixed on Zhou Ran.

It stared at the altar.

He stared at Xu Youwei.

He stared at the bluish-white blood energy extracted from Xu Youwei's body.

"Pure Yin Body, Ancient Law Bloodline, Fragment of Bronze Ruler, Left Eye of Heavenly Corpse."

With each sentence Zhou Ran uttered, Old Xu's back bent a little more.

"Do you think this method was devised by Penglai themselves?"

"Xu Changling, wake up."

Old Xu's eyes narrowed.

Seventeen years ago, the Penglai Discipline Hall proposed to restart left-eye observation.

Twelve years ago, three disciples of the pavilion went missing. The Discipline Hall determined that they had mistakenly entered a rift in the illusory realm.

Seven years ago, Xu Youwei was diagnosed with a pure Yin ancient body, and the Discipline Hall immediately proposed to preserve and cultivate it.

Three years ago, he received that incomplete deduction.

The calculation states that if the left eye is not opened, Earth will perish.

Six months ago, Xu Zhenhai brought out the bronze ruler and volunteered to bear the infamy for Penglai.

Every step was executed so smoothly.

As they traveled up and down Penglai, not a single person stopped to ask a single question.

Old Xu squeezed out a hoarse, low voice.

He looked at Xu Zhenhai.

Xu Zhenhai propped himself up from the broken wall, half his face covered in blood, a smile still lingering on his lips.

"Master, it's too late for you to realize this now."

Old Xu's eyes narrowed.

Xu Zhenhai's left eye turned gray.

Not just him.

The eyes of the several Penglai elders who had fallen to the ground were also covered with a layer of light gray membrane.

They opened their mouths, but uttered the same words.

"We've been guarding Penglai for too long."

Even a gatekeeper might want to open the gate.

Old Xu's body trembled.

He stared at those people, his finger trembling slightly.

"you……"

Xu Zhenhai grinned.

"We did not betray Penglai."

"We chose the right path for Penglai."

Zhou Ran laughed out loud.

"Old-fashioned."

He raised his hand, and drops of blood from the Taihuang Black Blade fell onto the gravel.

Traitors always like to call themselves the future.

Xu Zhenhai stared at Zhou Ran.

"You cannot stop the Moon Emperor from returning."

A purple-gold light flashed in Zhou Ran's eyes.

"Then you go downstairs and wait for her."

He took a step forward.

The figure disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, the Taihuang Black Blade pierced Xu Zhenhai's brow and emerged from the back of his head.

Xu Zhenhai's smile froze on his lips.

The gray eye membrane trembled violently, as if something hidden within the soul wanted to escape.

Zhou Ran twisted his wrist.

The Asura Demon Fire poured in along the blade.

Flames burst forth from the seven orifices.

Xu Zhenhai's soul was burned completely, and the remaining ash was swallowed up by the flames.

Zhou Ran drew his sword and turned to look at Old Xu.

"Do you understand now?"

Old Xu stood still.

That carefully maintained air of a pavilion master crumbled after that one strike.

He turned towards the inside of the light membrane.

On the altar, Xu Youwei's wrists were locked, and a silver needle was still drawing blood from between her eyebrows.

She stopped shouting.

I was looking at Old Xu through the light barrier.

There was no hatred in his eyes.

It was so empty that Old Xu dared not recognize it.

Old Xu's lips twitched.