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

Space is locked.

There is no way to get to heaven.

There was no way to enter the underground.

This is not a law; it is pure power crushing.

Zhou Ran's lips twitched.

There was no fear.

If there's no way to retreat, then don't retreat.

His purple-gold demonic eyes darted around, determined to seize any weakness in this illusory figure.

With his right hand, he pressed the shriveled mushroom in his arms deeper through the fabric.

This is enough.

This debt must be settled standing up.

The remaining right arm was raised.

A flash of black light appeared on it, and the Zanpakuto burst forth with a dazzling black radiance.

Facing that black iron halberd that could split the heavens and the earth.

Zhou Ran took a straight step forward.

A strong wind swept across the face.

There was no sharpness of weapons in the wind, only a resolute deathly aura.

Just as the swords clashed.

A pale white shadow crashed into this dead end.

She swept up a shower of rubble and smashed through the lock of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

It stood in front of Zhou Ran, blocking his way.

The halberd came crashing down.

There was no loud noise.

Only the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Li Zhiyao's Yin spirit body had already exhausted a thousand years of Yin virtue.

Under the blow of the Nascent Soul stage, this soul body exploded.

Cracks grew wildly from head to toe.

Dark green soul blood gushed out from the crack.

Blood splattered on Zhou Ran's face.

It was terribly hot.

The blood of the Yin spirit should be cold.

Zhou Ran suddenly opened his eyes.

He reached out with his right arm and caught the falling body steadily.

light.

This isn't a physical entity; it's clearly a cloud of fog that could dissipate at any moment.

Li Zhiyao leaned against Zhou Ran's blood-stained arms.

That face, which had remained unchanged for a thousand years, was covered in cracks.

She raised her hand.

The hand with long fingernails dug fiercely into the rolled-up flesh of Zhou Ran's chest.

They dug it in with all their might.

"Who do you think you are...?"

Dark green soul blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.

She gritted her teeth, each word dripping with blood.

"I've waited for thousands of years..."

"These bones are mine!"

"Who wants a lunatic like you to steal the spotlight?"

She was trembling all over from the pain.

The hand that was picking at Zhou Ran's wound refused to let go.

"I am a reincarnated being, a spirit of the underworld!"

"Those who offended me a thousand years ago, I've used their skulls to grow flowers!"

"You scumbag..."

"So what if he's dead!"

"But I, Li Zhiyao, will never owe a living person a favor!"

I'll never let you become a ghost and bother me on the road to the underworld!

They were extremely harsh in their insults.

The volume kept getting lower and lower.

The strength in the fingernails also dissipated.

Zhou Ran let her pinch him.

He looked down at the woman.

I saw through all the sharpness she was putting on.

"What a stubborn, crazy woman."

Li Zhiyao's gaze passed over Zhou Ran's shoulder.

Look up.

Staring at the heavily armored shadow in mid-air.

This is the obsession she has held onto for a thousand years.

For Li Chengfeng's sake.

She can exhaust her karmic debts, forcefully open the gates of the underworld, and cause her soul to scatter.

But just as the halberd was about to strike Zhou Ran's face...

Her mind went blank, and she crashed straight into it.

What is a thousand years?

How could a living person in this world, for a female ghost who has been dead for a thousand years, cut off their own left arm without batting an eye?

How could anyone risk being possessed and risk their life to fill the dragon vein hole?

Li Zhiyao has lived for a thousand years, traveling between the realms of Yin and Yang.

I've seen all kinds of schemes.

But she just couldn't resist this unreasonable favoritism.

She chose this ruthless madman whom she had only known for a few days.

Li Zhiyao released her hand that was pinching the wound.

There was no fear in his eyes.

The pent-up fatigue of a thousand years surged up all at once.

"The person is gone..."

Brother, we should let it go...

The sound was extremely soft.

It was torn apart by the surrounding gale.

Yet, it could be heard clearly in this empty underground palace.

"Don't make things difficult for him..."

OK?"

It's all about seeking.

Carrying grievances that haven't been spoken for thousands of years.

With the resolute determination to sever ties with the past.

That halberd, capable of cleaving mountains, remained frozen in mid-air.

The blade was less than three inches from Zhou Ran's brow.

The fierce wind in the underground palace stopped instantly.

The gravel, having lost its support, crashed back to the ground.

The raging phantom's hand trembled as it gripped the halberd.

Behind the mask, his murderous intent vanished.

The long-awaited Qingming Festival has once again taken center stage.

The halberd was sheathed.

The heavily armored body, which was three zhang tall, shrank inch by inch.

The heavy armor was removed.

He transformed into a refined man dressed in an ancient-style long robe.

He lowered his head.

Looking at my sister who was about to fall apart.

A long sigh.

"Silly girl."

Li Chengfeng's voice was deep and resonant.

"You've finally grown up and know how to care for others."

He didn't see the astonished look in Li Zhiyao's eyes.

My gaze shifted.

Those all-seeing eyes were fixed on Zhou Ran.

There was no oppression, no murderous intent.

It's all about consideration.

Li Chengfeng looked at Zhou Ran's tense right arm and the way he protected Li Zhiyao.

"He's ruthless enough."

His decisiveness far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Li Chengfeng nodded.

"What's most remarkable is that despite possessing the seed of demonic energy, he steadfastly adheres to his principles."

This is not a dead end.

The moment Zhou Ran severed his arm to suppress the evil dragon, Li Chengfeng's remnant soul awoke.

Wielding the halberd was merely the final test for this young man.

As long as Zhou Ran just took half a step back.

The halberd would definitely kill him completely.

But he chose to stand and bear it.

Li Zhiyao's act of stepping forward further dispelled the last bit of violence from the remnant soul.

Li Chengfeng raised his hand.

"You've passed this test."

"My mantle, the origin of this Primordial Overlord Body, has finally found a master."

Before Zhou Ran could recover from all of this...

Li Chengfeng's illusory fingertip touched Zhou Ran's brow.

There is no light or shadow.

A massive amount of information crashed into Zhou Ran's mind.

The Great Wilderness Overlord Body Technique.

A comprehensive guide to body cultivation, refined through countless trials by a powerful cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.

The path of practice, word by word, is directly etched into the bone marrow.

Those cultivation bottlenecks, combat skills, and the development of physical potential.

He gave it all to Zhou Ran without reservation.

Li Chengfeng's shadow began to fade.

The body transformed into starlight.

Starlight swept up the complete Qilin Origin Bone on the high platform.

The two forces merged into one.

It slammed hard into the broken part of Zhou Ran's left shoulder.

The black, out-of-control demonic energy was forcibly suppressed by this force.

Flesh and blood churned, bones reassembled.

A brand new arm with flowing muscle lines and a dark golden sheen was reshaped in a few breaths.

The Taihuang Arm, perfectly integrated with the essence of the Qilin.

Zhou Ran raised his new left arm.

Clench your fist with your five fingers together.

The joints cracked.

The air in his palm was instantly crushed.

It is not out of control.

Only absolute transparency.

Only pure violence that tears everything apart.

Zhou Ran introspected himself, widening and strengthening his meridians.

The cracked platform has completely healed.

Their physical strength has increased dramatically.

His cultivation level was completely stabilized at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment.

With the "Great Wilderness Overlord Body Technique" and the experience of becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator paving the way.

His future path is incredibly wide.

Eat everything.

After the starlight faded, Li Chengfeng's remaining soul returned to heaven.

The underground palace fell silent.

Zhou Ran regained his composure.

Bow down.

Looking at Li Zhiyao, whose breath was faint, in his arms.

All the thorns on that stunningly beautiful face had been removed.

All that remains is paleness.

Zhou Ran tore open his tattered coat with one hand.

Tear off the rag.

Wrap her broken soul tightly.

"Take a nap."

Zhou Ran lowered his voice.

Circulate the energy in your dantian.

Mobilize the primordial energy within the new left arm.

It draws out a gentle vitality.

Following the fingertip, he touched Li Zhiyao's brow.

They desperately protected her last glimmer of light.

Zhou Ran hugged the person tightly.

"Once we get back to the capital, I'll use all the good karma in the world to support you."