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

The pen tip pierced Zhou Ran's palm, drilling outwards along the flesh.

Zhou Ran clenched his five fingers, reversed the grip on the pen, and pressed the white bone pen back onto the living edict.

"Refusing to vomit?"

He stared intently at the bluish-white essence of the Dharma Eye deep within the writing desk.

"Then I'll take it myself."

Within the dantian, the nascent soul of the mind raised its arm.

The Wangchuan Seal lit up.

The aura left by Meng Po flowed into the pen through Zhou Ran's palm.

That force doesn't focus on killing; it only eliminates unnecessary entanglements, leaving the departed souls with a lingering clarity after crossing the River of Oblivion.

The white bone pen gleamed wildly, and a harsh scraping sound came from inside the pen.

Zhou Ran lowered his voice.

"Lin Qingxue's things."

"Give it back."

The writing desk cracked in the center.

Below the center of the platform, a cluster of source light, intertwined with blue, white, and black, was forced out.

The bluish-white color belongs to Lin Qingxue's Dharma origin.

Black represents her own will that remained in her origin after she severed the Moon Emperor's pull.

The three colors intertwined, eventually forming a closed eye.

Xu Youwei's breath hitched.

"They're out..."

Zhou Ran reached out to take it.

The lingering voice of the Moon Emperor echoed from the end of the palm lines.

"Just half a piece."

"She's blind."

"Half an eye transplant isn't enough to save her."

Zhou Ran took Yuan Guang into his palm.

"Take half a piece first."

"I'll keep grabbing the rest."

The Moon Emperor did not respond.

Xu Youwei's silver eye in her palm suddenly screamed, and the silver light in the slit of the eye was forcibly rolled up by the decree of return, peeling out a piece of fine silver sand from the inside.

Xu Youwei bent over in pain, her shoulders and back tense, the broken hairpin still embedded in her palm.

Zhou Ran stepped in front of her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Hang in there.

The silver sand was drawn out by the bone pen, turning into a small ball of silver light that fell into Zhou Ran's palm.

That was a part of the old soul of the silver-eyed being cut off.

Not dead yet.

But without this part, its influence on Xu Youwei was interrupted.

Xu Youwei's right palm eye has shrunk considerably, and the silver lines around the eye have faded.

She took a few breaths and asked in a low voice:

"Is it dead?"

"He's not dead."

Zhou Ran looked at the closed silver eye.

"I don't dare to speak now."

Xu Youwei looked up at him.

"What did you get?"

"Half a Dharma Eye of the Origin".

Zhou Ran looked down at the white bone pen.

"And there's a fragment of this pen."

The White Bone Pen has not yet been completely returned to him.

Even the Moon Emperor can no longer command it at will.

Three of the silver-gray lines on the penholder have been covered by black and gold blood-red.

If the Moon Emperor still wants to use his right hand to write his life away, he must first pry open these three blood seals.

Zhou Ran wiped the blood from his lips and sealed half of the Dharma Eye Origin into the Forgotten River Seal.

This must be brought back to Jiangcheng.

Lin Qingxue is still waiting.

The moment it was sealed, the Yin-Yang Communication Bone Fragment lit up.

Lin Qingxue's voice came from the other end of the bone fragment.

She spoke very softly, but the last syllable of her voice was strained and tense.

"Zhou Ran..."

Zhou Ran's brow twitched.

"I am here."

Lin Qingxue paused for a moment.

Then she whispered:

"I saw a woman standing behind you."

Zhou Ran did not turn around.

The bone fragments shimmered with a faint light in his palm.

Lin Qingxue has gone blind.

She, however, said she saw it.

The thing that could allow Lin Qingxue to glimpse the scene again across Yin and Yang, the Void Realm, and the Heavenly Corpse's right hand must be something extraordinary.

Xu Youwei also held her nerve.

The silver eye in her palm, which had been gently opening and closing, closed completely after hearing Lin Qingxue's words.

The silver lines receded deep into the palm bone, not daring to make the slightest sound.

It is afraid.

Xu Youwei asked in a low voice, "Is there really something behind you?"

Zhou Ran glanced at the silver eye on her palm.

"It's started playing dead, don't you think?"

Xu Youwei's lips were pale.

Zhou Ran gripped the white bone pen tightly.

The Taihuang Black Blade hung beside him.

He still didn't turn back.

In the virtual world, some things are only considered to have truly come to light once they are seen by others. He had learned this lesson the hard way.

At the other end of the bone fragment, Lin Qingxue breathed very lightly.

"She has silver hair."

"No face."

"My right hand is very clear."

Zhou Ran's eyes narrowed.

"Right hand?"

"Um."

Lin Qingxue said,

She's standing behind you, her right hand on your shoulder.

Zhou Ran felt no weight on his shoulders.

There is no temperature.

There was no tactile sensation either.

But he believed in Lin Qingxue.

A right hand, which he couldn't reach, was pressing on his shoulder.

Ye Futian's voice echoed in his mind.

This time, there was no smile in his voice.

"Don't move."

Zhou Ran asked, "You recognize him?"

"I don't recognize him."

"Then why are you so nervous?"

"What I severed back then was the karma of the Moon Emperor's right hand, not the Moon Emperor himself."

If this hand has cultivated its own will over thirty thousand years…

The night stopped, leaving the sky adrift.

Zhou Ran finished speaking for him: "Then she is the true master of this right-hand dimension."

A woman spoke from behind.

They are very close.

It was almost touching the side of my ear.

"Not really."

Her tone was steady, clear, and without any unnecessary fluctuations.

Xu Youwei raised her head, blood flowing down from her palm along the broken hairpin.

She couldn't see what was behind Zhou Ran.

But she heard it.

Zhou Ran spoke up: "The Moon Emperor?"

The woman behind him replied, "No."

"I am her right hand."

On the writing desk, all the palm lines darkened by a layer.

The white bone pen trembled slightly in Zhou Ran's palm.

This time there was no struggle.

It's closer to surrender.

Or perhaps it met an earlier owner.

Zhou Ran suppressed a cold glint in his eyes.

"The will of the right hand?"

"You can call me that."

The female voice continued, "Meng Po is the will of the heart."

"I am the will of the right hand."

"The Bone Pen is my tool for carrying out orders."

Zhou Ran turned his gaze half an inch to the side, without turning his head completely, only glancing at the back of his shoulder out of the corner of his eye.

There stood a pale silver female figure.

His silver hair hung down, his face was blank, but his right hand was unusually clear.

The hand was long and pale, with silver-gray palm lines flowing at the fingertips.

She is neither a living person nor a remnant soul.

She was closer to the response given by the entire right-hand plane.

Xu Youwei asked in a daze, "Like Meng Po?"

The woman in the right-hand figure did not look at her.

"Meng Po is freer than I am."

Zhou Ran sneered.

"She guarded it for 30,000 years, finally sealing herself away. You call that freedom?"

"She could choose to die."

The woman in the right hand said, "I can't."

The vibrations of nerves spread out layer by layer from below the writing desk.

Zhou Ran did not speak immediately.

Meng Po was able to betray the Moon Emperor and deliver the broken porcelain, the Soul-Soothing Pearl, and the sea of ​​spider lilies to him.

It can't be done with the right hand.

The right hand is responsible for issuing orders.

The order left by the Moon Emperor is engraved in the nerve of his right hand.

Every time I raise my hand.

Every time I put pen to paper.

It must execute that underlying command.

Welcoming the return of the Moon Emperor.

So she used a bone-drawing pen to write a resurrection edict.

Therefore, she cannot directly help Zhou Ran.

It wasn't until Zhou Ran changed "return" to "return" that the order cracked open, and she was finally able to stand up.

Zhou Ran said, "You were watching me just now, and I almost got written to death."