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

The chain pierced the shoulder blade.

The white, icy energy flowed into Zhou Ran's body along the chain, seeping into his bones and freezing the flesh wherever it passed.

From the left shoulder down, I quickly lost sensation.

Zhou Ran didn't retreat; instead, he took half a step forward.

He gripped the chain that ran through his shoulder with his left hand, his fingers tightening.

The primordial totem beneath the metacarpal bone revealed black and gold patterns, blocking the cold energy outside the shoulder joint and preventing it from penetrating the heart meridian.

Su Xiaoxiao stood opposite, her eyelids twitching.

The soul-snatching chains pierce through the flesh of a living person, and are meant to drag the soul out of the body.

Struggling, screaming, soul leaving the body.

These are normal.

But Zhou Ran was still standing.

The chain was stuck in his shoulder, and blood flowed down the wound, seeping into the sewage.

He didn't scream; instead, he gripped the chain and chuckled softly.

"Su Xiaoxiao".

Zhou Ran placed his right hand on the wound on his left shoulder, his fingertips touching the surface of the chain.

Within the dantian, the golden elixir of the heart spun rapidly.

A stream of primordial energy, undifferentiated between yin and yang, flowed from his fingertips into the chains, flowing back against the flow of the Soul-Hooking Fiend.

The chain jerked.

Su Xiaoxiao's chest tightened as well.

The energy surged into her meridians along the chains, causing her internal organs to contract simultaneously, and she let out a muffled groan that she couldn't suppress.

She looked down at her chest.

The White Impermanence's soul imprint was pulsating rapidly.

"What did you do!"

Su Xiaoxiao screamed.

Zhou Ran did not answer her.

He closed his eyes.

The senses traveled along the inside of the chains.

Su Xiaoxiao's meridians appeared in his perception.

Dilapidated.

Many parts had long been torn apart and then brutally glued together by yin energy, with flesh and blood squeezed together with yin energy, the whole body held together by resentment.

It seems that Su Xiaoxiao truly hates herself to the core.

Further inside is the soul imprint of the White Impermanence.

The mark was embedded three inches above Su Xiaoxiao's heart, its roots extending into her flesh and blood, tightly binding her remaining soul.

Deeper into the mark, there is an extremely thin gray line.

The gray line extends from the bottom of the soul imprint and passes through Su Xiaoxiao's body.

Pass through the yellow paper under your feet.

They pierced through layers of mud, rock, veins, and underground rivers, finally reaching the remains beneath Jiangcheng.

Zhou Ran's eyes turned cold.

Su Xiaoxiao is both the vessel of Bai Wuchang in the human world and the power source for the underground ruins of Jiangcheng.

Every time she uses the power of the White Impermanence, the excess Yin energy sinks into the ground along the gray lines, feeding the remains.

The Black and White Impermanence were imbuing her with their power; they had no good intentions whatsoever.

That guy treated her like a pipe, using her hatred to send the power of the underworld into the mouth of the remains.

Zhou Ran opened her eyes.

"I saw it clearly."

He loosened the chains, and most of the cold energy on his shoulders was forced out by the primordial energy and blood, while the rest seeped into his bones, making it difficult to clean up immediately.

The problem is not big.

He has gotten what he wanted.

It's worth it.

"Su Xiaoxiao".

Zhou Ran raised his Zanpakuto.

Do you know where that line in your body leads?

Su Xiaoxiao's face changed.

Her expression changed, not because she understood Zhou Ran's words.

The divine soul mark on his chest was rapidly shrinking.

The will of Bai Wuchang surged from the mark, no longer urging her to kill, but instead pulling her back.

"That's enough, get out of here."

The voice of Bai Wuchang exploded in her mind.

Su Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, then roared like a madwoman.

"Retreat what?"

He's right in front of me!

I won't leave until I've killed him!

"idiot."

The White Impermanence's tone was cold and hard, revealing an barely suppressed irritation.

"He was following the chain to find the root of the commander."

If the fight continues, he will seize this soul imprint.

"So what if they hold us captive!"

Su Xiaoxiao screamed in her mind.

"He's dead. It's all over!"

"He won't die."

The will of the White Impermanence was suppressed even lower.

"If it were in the underworld's home ground, I could still hold my own against him."

This is the mortal realm; I cannot see through the primordial energy emanating from him.

"Just now, he had already channeled his energy into the chains."

If he keeps touching it, I might not be able to get this mark back.

Su Xiaoxiao wouldn't listen to a word she said.

She only stared at Zhou Ran.

The man she had hated for two years was standing just three steps away.

My shoulder is still bleeding.

Kill him.

Kill them now.

What does a mark matter?

What does a solid foundation matter?

"He must die!"

Su Xiaoxiao roared in her sea of ​​consciousness.

She raised her hands, her ten pale fingers bent into claw shapes.

The remaining four soul-snatching chains flew out from under the white robe, not attacking Zhou Ran elsewhere, but all wrapping around the chain still stuck in Zhou Ran's shoulder.

Five chains in one.

The cold energy surged several times over.

"Latch it out for me!"

Su Xiaoxiao was completely going all out.

She didn't care whether Bai Wuchang (the White Impermanence) allowed it or not.

She wanted to use the most direct method to pull Zhou Ran's soul out of his body.

Even if it means my soul is scattered and my body is destroyed.

Even if the soul imprint of Bai Wuchang is torn off.

She didn't care.

The White Impermanence roared in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Let go!

Crazy woman!

You're burning down my very foundation!

Su Xiaoxiao looked up and screamed at the top of the bridge arch.

"I don't care what your background is!"

"Zhou Ran must die today!"

Inside the bridge arch, two wills tore at each other within the same body.

White Impermanence desperately tried to shrink the divine soul imprint, attempting to cut off the power supply from the chains.

Su Xiaoxiao stubbornly pushed her resentment outwards.

Two years of hatred burned into his mark, suppressing half of Bai Wuchang's will.

Su Xiaoxiao outshone Bai Wuchang.

It doesn't rely on cultivation.

She relied on her worthless life and her lingering hatred for Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran looked at her.

The Zanpakuto rested on the ground.

His left arm hung down, and blood dripped from his fingertips into the sewage.

He didn't rush to draw his knife.

Ye Futian had lingered in his sea of ​​consciousness for a long time, and Zhou Ran was all too familiar with the relationship between the host and the parasitic remnant soul.

Parasites fear losing control of their hosts the most.

Once the host is willing to risk its own life, the parasite will also be dragged down and consumed along with it.

In the end, they either abandon their shells and escape, or they are dragged to their deaths by the host within this physical body.

Su Xiaoxiao is helping him erase the divine imprint of Bai Wuchang.

She herself hadn't realized it, but Zhou Ran saw it clearly.

The five chains, when put together, infused Zhou Ran's shoulder with a chilling aura far more ferocious than before.

His entire left arm, from shoulder to fingertips, was covered with a layer of white frost.

The Primordial Totem was suppressed and darkened, its black and gold patterns flickering uncertainly.

The pain seemed to seep out from between the bones.

My entire arm is almost out of control.

But Zhou Ran didn't let go.

Instead, he removed his left hand from the chain and deliberately shed the layer of primordial blood energy from his shoulder.

He sealed his heart meridian, sea of ​​consciousness, and golden core tightly.

He only allowed the cold energy to enter the outer membrane of the golden core, not allowing it to cross the boundary at all.

The black-gold baby dragon on his shoulder cried out anxiously.

The dragon's tail slapped the air, and its two little claws scratched at the back of his neck, as if it wanted to rush out and bite through the chains.

"Stay put."

Zhou Ran only left three words.

The young dragon gritted its teeth, shrank back behind his shoulder, and still growled in its throat.

A chilling aura surged into his body.

Every gust of cold energy that enters the outer layer of the Golden Core will be drawn into that primordial membrane.

The mark of the underworld was stripped off, the power to snatch souls was washed away, leaving only the extremely cold and yin essence.

Zhou Ran is refining it.

This is exactly what he needs.

The Golden Elixir of the Mind aims to replenish the cold aspect, and what it lacks is precisely this extremely yin and cold essence.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't see through the intricacies of the situation.

She noticed that Zhou Ran's left arm was getting paler and paler and his movements were getting slower and slower, so she thought she was about to win.

"die!

dead!

"You die!"

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes bulged out, and her grayish-white pupils were covered with blood vessels.

She was smiling, but her face was distorted by resentment.

But at that moment, the white robe began to swell.