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

Zhou Ran took out the Yin-Yang Communication Bone Fragment.

The bone fragments glowed faintly.

Li Zhiyao answered very quickly.

"Zhou Ran?"

"I'm changing my route."

"Where to?"

"The Heavenly Corpse's Right Hand"

There was a pause at the other end of the bone fragment.

Li Zhiyao asked, "Why?"

"The lingering sound of the night sky has awakened."

Fatty Wang's voice squeezed in:

"Holy crap, Brother Ye has come back to life?"

Zhou Ran replied:

If he hears you say that, he'll be cursing you for ages.

Fatty Wang shut up on the spot.

Li Zhiyao continued to ask:

"What's on your right hand?"

"Xu Youwei has a chance to land there."

Zhou Ran paused.

"Qingxue's Dharma eye also has a chance to be there."

The other end of the bone fragment did not respond.

After a few breaths, Lin Qingxue spoke.

Her voice was very low.

"Right hand?"

Zhou Ran lowered his brows.

"Why did you come here?"

Lin Qingxue said:

"I can't see, but I'm not deaf."

Fatty Wang lowered his voice from the side:

"My sister-in-law insisted on coming, and I tried to stop her, but I couldn't."

Lin Qingxue ignored him.

She said slowly:

"You mentioned your right hand just now, and I felt a slight pain between my eyebrows."

Zhou Ran asked:

"How painful is it?"

Lin Qingxue's breathing faltered.

"There's something inside that needs to wake up."

Zhou Ran gripped the bone fragment tightly.

Lin Qingxue continued:

"There's...an eye watching me over there."

Upon hearing this, both ends of the bone fragment stopped moving.

Zhou Ran looked up, gazing deeper into the gray fog.

The heart is the key.

The right hand won't be clean either.

But the places that the Moon Emperor painstakingly concealed were the ones worth uncovering by his own hands.

Zhou Ran said, "Jiangcheng will follow the seven-day deadline."

"Li Zhiyao is holding the line."

"Fatty Wang, clean the equipment."

"Qin San stares at Penglai."

"Xiao Rou marked with a gray line."

"Lin Qingxue must remain at the core of the formation and is not allowed to leave."

Lin Qingxue said, "You shouldn't die either."

Zhou Ran smiled.

"This is not a high requirement."

Fatty Wang couldn't help but interject, "Bro, isn't this tall?"

"Shut up."

"Okay."

Zhou Ran put away the bone fragments.

The Lifeline Token lit up again.

This time, he did not use the heart coordinate system.

The Taihuang Black Blade was held horizontally in front of him, its blade slicing open his palm.

Black and gold blood dripped onto the token.

Nightfall's lingering voice spoke in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Use a knife."

Zhou Ran raised his sword.

"How do I open it?"

"Don't even think about it."

Ye Futian said, "I want to make a move."

Zhou Ran closed his eyes.

The Great Wilderness Origin Bone trembled slightly.

The patterns on the black blade lit up in segments.

Deep within his consciousness, a grayish-white right hand emerged.

Five fingers supporting the sky.

The palm is broken.

Inside the fracture, black and red demonic blood congealed into a narrow crack.

Zhou Ran raised his knife.

He didn't strike, but simply made a light slash through the air.

The direction of the channel changes with the tool.

The gray fog that had been leading to the heart receded to both sides.

Another path emerges from the darkness.

The end gleamed with a grayish-white bone light.

Zhou Ran stepped inside.

Behind them, the passageway in the backyard of the manor closed.

next interest.

He landed on the ground.

There was no flesh and blood beneath their feet, nor any mountains.

This is a gray and white battlefield.

The sky seemed to hang low.

Huge finger bones pierced through the depths of the earth, their joints white, and disappeared into the gray clouds.

A breeze is blowing from afar.

There was no spiritual energy in the wind, only the smell of dried demonic blood.

Zhou Ran looked up.

A row of corpses were kneeling in front of them.

He quickly saw it clearly.

There is more than one row.

Hundreds of demon corpses knelt on one knee, their armor shattered and their necks empty.

They all lost their heads.

But the same sentence was engraved on his chest.

The characters were very deep, penetrating the armor and carving into the bone.

"Demon Emperor, you've finally returned."

Zhou Ran stood still.

The wind whistled through the headless demon corpses, their armor clashing and making a soft, crackling sound.

Hundreds of demonic corpses knelt on one knee.

Each one maintains the same posture.

Press your left hand on your knee.

Right fist against chest.

This is a military salute from the sixth heaven of the Demon Realm.

Zhou Ran had seen it in Ye Futian's memories.

Before the demon army sets out on a campaign, the guards will perform this salute to the Demon Emperor.

They do not seek victory.

Just saying goodbye.

Zhou Ran walked up to the nearest demon corpse.

The demonic corpse was two zhang tall, with mountain-crack patterns engraved on its shoulder armor.

The breastplate was cut open with a sharp instrument.

The head is missing.

The neck fracture was clean and smooth.

His attacker gave him no chance to struggle, beheading him with a single stroke.

Zhou Ran reached out and pressed his hand against the demon corpse's chest.

The text was old and faded.

The words were stained with dried demonic blood and embedded with remnants of gray laws.

Ye Futian's voice rang out in his mind.

"Lieshan Camp".

"One of Lao Tzu's personal guards."

Zhou Ran asked, "They died 30,000 years ago?"

"Um."

Ye Futian had lost his previous laziness.

"Back then, I hunted down the remnants of the Moon Emperor and brought them into the Right Dimension."

In the end, none of them got out.

Zhou Ran looked around.

This is not an ordinary organ space.

The grayish-white earth is the inner wall of the metacarpal bone.

Five finger bones in the distance support the sky.

Each finger bone is wrapped with severed nerves.

Those nerves had long since dried up, though occasionally a flash of silvery-gray electricity would still jump across them.

Zhou Ran asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you say so before?"

Ye Futian paused for a moment.

"My memories were too fragmented before I died."

"The portion you received is only enough to activate the Black Pearl and summon the Sixth Heaven."

"This part of the right hand is suppressed by the karma of the Moon Emperor."

"It wasn't until you entered the Heavenly Corpse and slashed her hand with the black knife that the lingering sound was awakened."

Zhou Ran nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

He activated the Mind-Only Nascent Soul.

The purple-gold law flowed from the palm into the demon corpse's chest.

"Traces have appeared."

The demonic runes on the demon corpse's chest lit up.

A fragmented scene flooded into Zhou Ran's mind.

A gray and white battlefield unfolds.

The demon army charges.

Ye Futian stood at the forefront, holding a black sword, with six-winged demonic flames behind him covering half the sky.

In the sky, a giant silver hand descended from the depths of the void.

The demon guards rushed forward in a row, pinning the five fingers of the giant hand down with their bare bodies.

Ye Futian slashed down with his sword.

"Break!"

The black blade slashed into the giant hand's palm.

The silver light dissipated.

A nerve was forcibly severed.

The nerve twirled in the air, concealing a silver-gray eyeball within.

Night reached out to grab the sky.

In that instant, a demonic spear pierced his back.

The spear tip pierced through his chest.

Demonic blood was spilled on the right-hand plane.

Zhou Ran's eyes turned cold.

Before the image shattered, he saw a face.

The man was wearing a demon helmet.

Silver pupils.

A smile was suppressed on her lips.

Ye Futian uttered two words.

"Akagi".

"Vanguard of the Lower Six Heavens".

"traitor."

Zhou Ran withdrew his hand.

The words on the demon corpse's chest went dark again.

He stood up and looked at the hundreds of headless corpses.

"Where are their heads?"

Ye Futian said, "I don't know."

Zhou Ran looked in the direction the group of corpses was arranged.

These demonic corpses did not fall on the battlefield.

Some people arranged them into a kneeling welcoming formation.

Every body was facing the same direction.

At the end of the battlefield stands a bone tower.

The bone tower is made up of sections of finger bones.

Hundreds of demon heads were stuck on the top of the tower.

The eye sockets were gouged out.

The mouth was sewn shut with gray silk thread.

Zhou Ran smiled, but her eyes were devoid of warmth.

"That's disgusting."