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

She avoided Zhou Ran's gaze.

"I was fooled."

Zhou Ran withdrew the Asura Demon Flame.

The silver eye in Xu Youwei's palm closed, leaving only a thin slit, with silver lines still moving under the skin.

Her throat felt dry.

"It tells me that I was originally part of the eye too."

"I thought..."

She paused, not continuing.

Zhou Ran looked at her.

"What did you think?"

Xu Youwei gripped the hem of her clothes with her left hand, pressing her fingertips into her palm.

"I thought that as long as I could get my eyes back, I could at least repay some of what Penglai owed Lin Qingxue, Jiang Cheng, and you."

Zhou Ran said, "You can't shoulder Penglai's debts alone."

Xu Youwei lowered her head.

"I am Xu Changling's granddaughter."

"I have consumed elixirs from Penglai, used magical artifacts from Penglai, and been protected by Penglai."

"It's too easy for me to say that what they did has nothing to do with me."

She looked up, her eyes bloodshot.

"I'm willing to be the bait."

"The eye in my palm can guide the way."

"If you need to find the Dharma, use me."

Zhou Ran didn't respond to that sentence.

"You are a witness, not a sacrifice."

Xu Youwei was taken aback.

Zhou Ran reached out and pulled her up from the ground.

The movement was rough, avoiding her silvery right arm.

"The witness must live."

"Dead evidence is worthless."

Xu Youwei's lips moved slightly.

"You have a really harsh way of speaking."

"Just understand."

Within his mind, Ye Futian chuckled.

"This girl is more reasonable than you."

Zhou Ran replied, "Shut up."

Xu Youwei thought the insults were directed at her, so she immediately fell silent.

Zhou Ran paused, but didn't explain.

Xu Youwei opened the silver eye in her palm.

It made no further sound, but instead emitted a beam of silver light.

The silver light fell into the distance, and a passage opened up in the center of the battlefield.

The end leads to the palm of your right hand.

It's urging them to go.

Xu Youwei's expression tightened.

"It wants us to go."

Zhou Ran looked at the road.

"Then let's go."

"What if it's a trap?"

"Even if it doesn't guide you, it can still be a trap."

Zhou Ran picked up the Taihuang Black Blade.

Hundreds of demonic corpses lined up behind him.

The demonic runes on the chest of the Rift Mountain Camp's demonic corpse lit up, and it was the first to step into the silver light passage.

Zhou Ran turned to look at Xu Youwei.

"Can you walk?"

Xu Youwei nodded.

As soon as I stepped out, my body swayed slightly.

Zhou Ran supported her shoulders.

She bit her lip.

"I can."

You can't.

Zhou Ran raised her hand, and the purple-gold law condensed into chains, binding her silvery right arm.

Don't force yourself to be strong.

"You're dragging us down and still being stubborn. I find you annoying."

Xu Youwei asked in a low voice, "Then why did you save me?"

Zhou Ran walked forward.

"You haven't killed me yet."

On both sides of the silver light channel, gray and white palm lines rose up.

Within each palm line, there are tiny slits opening up.

Those slits in their eyes were fixed on Zhou Ran, and also on Xu Youwei.

The further they went, the brighter the silver eyes in Xu Youwei's palm became.

A large platform was illuminated by silver light.

That wasn't a man-made structure, but rather an altar formed by the intersecting palm lines of the Heavenly Corpse's right hand.

A giant white bone pen hangs in the center.

The pen shaft is made of finger bones, and silver-gray liquid hangs from the nib.

As soon as Zhou Ran approached, the white bone pen moved slightly.

In the gray and white void, the first line of words slowly emerged.

"Zhou Ran will surely die here."

As those six words fell, the wind in the right palm dimension stopped.

Zhou Ran stood outside the palm print platform, the Taihuang Black Blade hanging diagonally.

Xu Youwei stood half a step behind him, her silver eyes in her palms slits open, staring at the giant white bone pen.

The white bone pen hangs in mid-air.

No one was holding the pen, yet the pen tip turned on its own.

Silver-gray liquid dripped down one drop after another.

Each drop that falls into the void will transform into strange characters.

It's not like the ancient laws of Penglai, nor like the laws of the underworld; it's more like someone has broken down the two laws and then stitched them back together with remnants of the illusory realm.

Xu Youwei's breathing became erratic when she saw those words.

"The Fate Book Mechanism"

Zhou Ran asked, "Speak like a human being."

"Write it down and it will come true."

Xu Youwei's throat moved slightly.

"The ancient laws are responsible for naming, while the laws of the virtual realm are responsible for execution."

"If it's written completely, you'll die."

Zhou Ran looked at the words "Zhou Ran will surely die here" hanging in mid-air.

There is nothing wrong with my health.

He looked up.

"It didn't work."

Xu Youwei stared at the end of the words.

"It's still missing a signature."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The white bone pen moved again.

The second line of text appears.

Zhou Ran lost his left arm.

As the last "arm" character took shape, Zhou Ran's left arm scales split open on the spot.

Click!

From shoulder to elbow, several cracks appeared on the black and gold scales.

Blood trickled down the gaps in the scales.

Xu Youwei exclaimed anxiously, "It's started writing about you!"

Zhou Ran looked down at his left arm.

pain.

The hand can still move.

There is an upper limit to the number of books on destiny.

Otherwise, the first sentence would be enough to kill him off, and there would be no need to add a second sentence.

Zhou Ran raised his hand and used his qi and blood to seal the wound.

"It requires certain conditions."

Hsu Yu-wei asked, "What are the conditions?"

Zhou Ran looked up at the white bone pen.

The tip of the white bone pen turned towards him.

That thing is interrogating him.

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

The white bone brush immediately produces words.

"Zhou Ran's right lung is ruptured."

Before he finished writing, Zhou Ran closed his Purple-Gold Demon Eyes.

In the same breath, he concealed his Nascent Soul aura, Demon Emperor origin, Asura Demon Fire, and the Forgotten River Seal.

Only the primordial energy and blood flow within the body.

The white bone pen stopped.

The character for "crack" was only written on half of its side.

Zhou Ran felt a tightness in her chest, but it wasn't torn open.

Xu Youwei realized what was happening.

"It must see the complete information before it can write it down."

Zhou Ran nodded.

"It is not destiny."

"Just a record."

He raised his hand towards Xu Youwei.

"Step back."

Xu Youwei supported her right arm and retreated to the edge of the palm print platform.

Zhou Ran continued forward with his eyes closed.

The white bone pen hovered in mid-air, its tip trembling back and forth.

It cannot see the whole picture.

The aura of the nascent soul disappeared.

The traces of the law disappeared.

All that remained was a physical body with strong vital energy.

So it stopped.

In the void, the phrase "Zhou Ran's right lung ruptured" got stuck there, and I couldn't write any more.

Ye Futian said in his sea of ​​consciousness, "This move is not bad."

Zhou Ran said, "Can you please not praise someone like it's a funeral?"

"You brat, I've put up with you for far too long."

Zhou Ran ignored him.

After a few steps, he was about ten feet away from the White Bone Brush.

Xu Youwei suddenly hummed softly.

Her palms shone brightly with silver eyes.

Silver light burst forth from between his fingers, shining directly onto the white bone pen.

Xu Youwei exclaimed urgently, "It's feeding my information to that pen!"

The white bone pen turned towards her.

New words appeared in the void.

"Hsu Yu-Wei offered her eyes to open the door."

When Xu Youwei saw her name written down, her chest tightened, and she could barely breathe.

The silver eye in her palm widened, and silver light climbed up her arm, intending to send all her information to the White Bone Pen.

Xu Youwei gritted her teeth.

He pulled out the broken hairpin with his left hand.

That was the hairpin she used to carve words in the bone well.

The tip of the hairpin was still stained with blood.

She stabbed herself in the palm of her right hand.

puff!

A broken hairpin pierced the edge of her silver eyes.

Silver light scattered in all directions.

Xu Youwei was in so much pain that she knelt down on the ground, her forehead hitting the palm print table, and blood trickled from her lips.

But the text stopped.

"Hsu Yu-Wei offered her eyes..."

The last two characters failed to take shape.

Zhou Ran turned around.