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

"Youwei..."

Xu Youwei opened her mouth.

The light barrier blocked her words.

But Mr. Xu understood.

She asked.

Why?

Old Xu took a step forward.

The broken ruler on his chest aggravated his injuries, causing him to sway slightly.

Zhou Ran blocked the way with his sword.

Old Xu looked up.

"Let me save her."

Zhou Ran looked at him.

"Didn't you just say that there must be a price to pay?"

The color drained from Old Xu's face.

"I was wrong."

Zhou Ran stared at him for a few moments, then shook his head.

"It's too late."

Old Xu's eyes narrowed.

Zhou Ran raised his knife.

"It was too late when you used her to open your eyes."

Old Xu did not avoid it.

It's unavoidable.

The bronze ruler was broken, his Dao heart was shattered, and the backlash from the ancient laws was tearing at his meridians.

In his life, he had calculated the underworld, Sheng Hui, Zhou Ran, and even his own granddaughter.

In the end, the gatekeeper of Penglai for 30,000 years became the first key handed out by the virtual world.

Old Xu gave a bitter smile.

"Zhou Ran..."

The blade flashed.

He couldn't get the second half of his sentence out.

The head flew off.

Blood was spilled on the ruins in front of the Dongcheng Cultural Center.

Xu Changling, the master of Penglai Pavilion, has fallen.

In the distance, the disciples of Penglai were in complete chaos.

Someone screamed.

Someone was kneeling on the ground.

Some people turned and fled for their lives.

"The Pavilion Master is dead!"

"Walk!"

"My left eye is out of control! Get out of here!"

Zhou Ran did not pursue.

Among these people are fools, accomplices, and ordinary disciples who were dragged in.

Settling accounts should be postponed.

He turned to Xu Youwei inside the light membrane.

The Heavenly Corpse's left eye was still sucking her blood.

Below the altar, the enormous eye sockets were already one-third open.

Two places are reflected in the depths of gray pupils.

One is Jiangcheng.

One is the sacred mountain in the virtual realm.

It also wanted to use Xu Youwei to lock Zhou Ran's true form.

Zhou Ran raised his left hand.

The Grand Commander's decree appeared.

The gray stripe on the token was still wriggling.

The power of the Yin law has been partially corrupted, but some of its power remains.

"Grand Commander of the Underworld"

Zhou Ran clasped his five fingers tightly together.

"As ordered, clear the way."

Golden light collided with the light membrane.

The surface of the light film is covered with dense gray streaks.

That's not a formation.

It is the definition of the virtual world.

Entry is prohibited here.

Zhou Ran squinted.

"It's the same old routine again."

The Nascent Soul of the Mind trembled.

He reached out and pressed the light film.

"I said there's a door here."

Click.

A crack appeared in the light film.

The heavenly thunderclouds above flipped over.

Zhou Ran didn't even look up.

"Get lost, I don't have time to pay protection money today."

The thunderclouds stopped.

The next instant, Zhou Ran flashed into the light membrane.

The gray mist inside pressed down on his limbs.

With each step, gray tentacles wrapped around his ankles.

He swung his sword and slashed it open.

On the altar, Xu Youwei's breath was so weak it was barely a whisper.

Her face was completely bloodless.

The flesh of both wrists was torn open.

The three silver needles at the brow, heart, and dantian were still vibrating.

With each tremor, bluish-white blood is drawn out and sent into the lower eye socket.

Zhou Ran walked up to her.

Xu Youwei struggled to lift her eyes.

When she saw Zhou Ran, her lips moved slightly.

"My...grandfather..."

Zhou Ran cut the chains.

"He's dead."

Xu Youwei's eyelashes trembled.

She didn't cry.

She didn't even have the strength to cry anymore.

Zhou Ran removed the silver needle from between her eyebrows.

laugh!

Blue-white blood spurted out.

He then pointed to her forehead, using the power of idealism to suppress the wound.

"Don't sleep."

Xu Youwei's voice was so low it was almost fading away.

Am I...useless?

"Yes."

Zhou Ran lifted her down from the altar.

"So I'm living to pay off my debts."

Xu Youwei was taken aback.

Zhou Ran took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom.

Only a little dark yellow powder remained inside.

That was the residue left after the Soul-Soothing Pearl shattered. The amount was too small to save Lin Qingxue; it was only enough to keep the soul flame alive.

If Xu Youwei had been even half a step later, she would have been nothing but a corpse.

Zhou Ran pried open her lips and transferred the powder inside.

The source of the River of Oblivion dissolves.

Xu Youwei's soul fire, which was about to dissipate, was forcibly pulled back to a sliver.

She winced in pain.

Zhou Ran pressed down on her shoulder.

"Bear with it."

Xu Youwei closed her eyes.

"Um."

Just then.

Below the altar, the left eye of the celestial corpse suddenly contracted.

It sensed that the offering had been removed.

All the gray lines within the light film stopped at the same moment.

next interest.

The gray pupil, only a third of the way open, turned towards Zhou Ran.

His gray pupils locked onto Zhou Ran's brow.

Zhou Ran was holding Xu Youwei in his arms, the knife still in his other hand, and there was no time to raise it.

A beam of gray light shot out from the center of his pupil.

The light was silent and its presence caused a gap in the air wherever it passed.

Zhou Ran felt numbness in her brow bone.

Deep within the sacred mountain of the illusory realm, his true form also opened its eyes.

Upon this strike, the projection of the mortal realm will dissipate.

The thread connecting the main body will also be broken through the nascent soul.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth.

"They really know how to pick their timing."

The gray light was already right in front of my eyes.

He couldn't avoid it, nor could he stop it.

At that moment, Xu Youwei, who was in his arms, opened her eyes.

Her eyes, which were originally clear and bright, turned silver.

There was none of Xu Youwei's usual panic in those eyes.

There was no pain of having just survived the sacrifice, only a chilling feeling that had been separated by a long period of time.

She raised her hand.

Two fingers came together in mid-air.

The gray light, enough to erase the projection of the Nascent Soul, was crushed into dust by her and scattered through her fingers.

Zhou Ran looked down at Xu Youwei.

Her face was still Xu Youwei's face, but her breath was so weak that she only had half a breath left.

But these eyes have already changed owners.

Zhou Ran had seen a similar silver color in the Void Realm Holy Mountain.

The silver-haired woman in the ice stone, Yue Zhao.

The silver light before me seemed even more distant and empty.

It lacks the weariness of Yue Zhao being trapped for 30,000 years, but has a touch of alienation left over from the old era.

Zhou Ran tightened her arms.

"Who are you?"

Xu Youwei stared at him for a long time. When she spoke, her voice was still hers, but the words she spoke carried an ancient hoarseness.

"You carry her scent."

The veins on the back of Zhou Ran's hand bulged.

"Yue Zhao?"

Silver Eyes did not respond.

She reached out her hand, her fingertips touching Zhou Ran's chest.

There was the Forgotten River Seal, six gray lines, and traces left from when he had just severed the silver-gray chains on Yue Zhao's body.

Silver Eyes whispered:

"She's still alive."

Zhou Ran stared at her.

This consciousness occupied Xu Youwei's body, but did not devour Xu Youwei's soul fire;

She shared a similar aura with Yue Zhao, yet remained a distance from Yue Zhao herself.

It's more like an old soul shadow forced out from the depths of the bloodline when the Pure Yin Ancient Law bloodline was extracted from the Penglai altar.

It could also be a contingency plan laid in advance by the Moon Emperor.

Zhou Ran cursed inwardly.

There's a Moon Emperor, a Moon Zhao, a Lin Qingxue, and now there's the Xu Youwei storyline.

Does this family never reincarnate through the front door?

He raised his hand and pressed it against Xu Youwei's forehead.

The nascent soul of the mind rotates, and the purple-gold law probes into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Xu Youwei, wake up."

He wanted to pull Xu Youwei's soul back into her body.

A silver light rose from the depths of Xu Youwei's consciousness and stood in front of Zhou Ran.

The silver light did not retaliate; it merely blocked the way.

Behind the silver light, Xu Youwei's soul fire shrank into a small ball, weak, yet still intact.

Zhou Ran frowned.

"Borrow her body?"

Silver eyes looked at him.

"Take a look."

"What are you looking at?"

"This world."

Zhou Ran sneered.

"You old folks always talk in circles."

Silver Eyes looked up and gazed at the Heavenly Corpse's left eye.

The left eye began to spin rapidly.

The destructive gray light from before was crushed, and it was now enraged.

The entire Dongcheng Cultural Center building collapsed inwards, the walls bulged, and the steel bars turned into gray tentacles.

Cracks spread across the ground, revealing thick blood vessels underneath.

The laws of the illusory realm emerged from the cracks, condensed into arms, and reached out to grab Zhou Ran and Xu Youwei.

Zhou Ran retracted the rule.

There's no time to ask about her background now.

"Go out first."

He picked up Xu Youwei.

Yin Tong did not struggle; instead, she withdrew her silver light to protect Xu Youwei's heart.

Zhou Ran glanced down at her.

"She's quite sensible."

The Great Wilderness Overlord Body is fully activated.

Black and gold scales spread from his shoulders and back down to his chest and arms. Zhou Ran shattered the altar with one foot and rushed towards the crack in the light membrane, carrying Xu Youwei in his arms.

Virtual tentacles emerged from all directions.