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

"Yes."

After listening, Zhou Ran pressed his finger on the bone pen.

"That's quite true."

The female figure on his right stood behind his shoulder, her silver hair hanging down, her face devoid of features, only her right hand was clearly visible and glaring.

"I can't stop it."

"And now?"

"Still can't stop it."

She raised her right hand and pointed to the white bone pen in Zhou Ran's palm.

"You only received disability rights."

"The power of the disabled can change a single word."

"The entire command that the Moon Emperor engraved in the nerves of his right hand cannot be changed."

Zhou Ran looked down at the three silver-gray lines on the penholder that were covered by the black and gold bloodstains.

"Then why did you show up?"

"It's up to you."

"Let's see if I'm the second one to try and seize power?"

The woman in the right-hand figure did not deny it.

Xu Youwei leaned against a demonic corpse, a broken hairpin still embedded in her palm.

The silver eye was pressed down by the tip of the hairpin, and blood and silver liquid dripped down between her fingers.

She endured the tearing pain in her hand bones and said, "If he wanted to seize power, he could have killed me and taken my eyes just now."

Zhou Ran turned his head to look at her.

"Shut up, wounded soldier. We're not giving you a chance to defend yourself."

Xu Youwei's lips moved, but she swallowed her words back.

She could tell that Zhou Ran was running out of patience. If she said one more word, he could really shut her up.

The woman's right-hand figure turned towards Xu Youwei.

She had no eyes, but Xu Youwei felt something brush against her bones, and the silver eye in her palm shrank slightly.

"Within your body, there is the disability of the eye."

Xu Youwei tightened her right hand.

Zhou Ran took half a step forward, blocking her behind him.

"Tell me."

The female figure on the right asked, "You're protecting her because she's useful?"

"it works."

Zhou Ran answered decisively.

"Just because it's useful?"

"Also because I brought him in."

He paused for a moment, his voice very low.

"The people I bring in must leave alive."

Xu Youwei lowered her head, her fingertips gripping the edge of the broken hairpin. Her palms were numb with pain, but she didn't let go.

The female figure on the right stood still for a moment.

"If you kill me, you can take away more power from your right hand."

Zhou Ran looked up.

"What's the price?"

"The right-hand plane collapsed."

"Xu Youwei is dead."

"The fundamental principles of the Dharma are shattered."

"The White Bone Brush has been incorporated into the old decree of the Moon Emperor."

Zhou Ran sneered.

"Let whoever wants to do this deal do it."

"Some people won't care."

"I care."

The female figure on the right asked, "Why?"

Zhou Ran raised his hand, and half of the three-colored Dharma Eye Origin floated in his palm.

The primordial light condensed into the shape of closed eyes; the bluish-white was Lin Qingxue's origin, and the black was her self that she had broken free from the Moon Emperor's pull.

"I am not here to be deified."

"Not for the sake of seizing the Heavenly Corpse."

"I don't want to be the second Moon Emperor."

He stared at the faceless silver figure and said, word by word, "I'll close the door."

"Save Lin Qingxue."

"Save Xu Youwei."

"Save Yue Zhao."

"Flip over this broken table that the Moon Emperor has been suppressing for 30,000 years."

"Do you understand?"

The lines on his palm on the writing desk gradually darkened.

The white bone pen struggled less in his palm.

From within the bone fragment, Lin Qingxue's voice came: "Zhou Ran."

"I am here."

"Her right hand is glowing."

Zhou Ran looked at the female figure on his right.

The pale right hand shone with a silvery-gray light, and fragmented images emerged from the lines on its palm.

The demon guards were beheaded, their heads piled up on a bone tower.

Ye Futian, wielding a knife, cleaved through the silver nerves.

Thirty thousand years ago, the Moon Emperor lowered his hand and wrote his first command deep within the nerves of his right hand.

Welcome me back.

Upon seeing those four words, Zhou Ran suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes.

"The lock the Moon Emperor gave you?"

"Yes."

The female figure on the right said, "The right hand holds the reins."

"My first thought after I was born was to let go."

She ordered me to hold it.

"Hold the troops."

"Grasp the soul."

"Grasp cause and effect."

"Hold on to everything that can help her return."

Zhou Ran turned to the center of the writing desk.

"Did you seize control of Lin Qingxue's mind?"

"Yes."

"Did you also put the silver pupil inside Xu Youwei's body?"

"no."

The woman in the right hand said, "That belongs to the disability of the left eye."

"You can only grasp it with your right hand."

"We can't build it."

Zhou Ran lowered his brows.

Left eye disability.

Xu Youwei.

East City Altar.

The Heavenly Corpse's Left Eye

All the threads were fastened.

He asked, "What's the real way to shut down?"

The woman in the right hand did not answer immediately. She raised her hand and pointed, and three incomplete marks emerged from the depths of the writing desk.

A dark yellow, chipped porcelain bowl.

A silver-gray object, shaped like a closed vertical eye.

A pale, hand-shaped pen.

"The Heavenly Corpse is not a door."

"It has three locks."

"Heart, eyes, hands."

"The lifeblood of the heart's supply gate."

"The eyes search for the way home."

"Writing 'Return to My Destiny' with my right hand."

Zhou Ran narrowed his eyes.

"Meng Po left behind a residual heart."

"Yes."

"The White Bone Pen is a crippled right hand."

"Yes."

"Where are the eyes?"

The woman in the right hand raised her hand and pointed at Xu Youwei.

"The remnant of her eye has already awakened within her."

Xu Youwei's face drained of color.

She instinctively gripped her right hand.

The broken hairpin was still there, with a layer of blood congealed, which was then stretched open by the silver patterns.

The silver eye was closed, but it was indeed hidden inside her body.

wake up.

These two words made her back tense.

She whispered, "So, I'm still the key."

Zhou Ran glanced at her.

"You are not."

Xu Youwei looked up.

Zhou Ran said, "The key is useless after it's opened the door."

You still have debts to pay.

Xu Youwei was stunned.

This is not a consolation.

Zhou Ran is redefining her identity.

living people.

witness.

Debtor.

It is not a sacrificial offering.

The female figure on the right was watching them.

"The Heavenly Corpse cannot be destroyed by force."

Zhou Ran looked away.

Explain yourself.

With a flick of her right hand, the female figure drew three illusory images—Blue Star, the Underworld, and the Void Realm—appeared on the writing platform.

A huge corpse lies across the middle of the three.

The heart is connected to the city's veins.

The left eye is connected to the cause and effect of this life.

The right hand is connected to the Void Realm Command.

"If you shatter your heart, the rules of the void will flow back through the wound."

"Jiangcheng sank first."

"The underworld subsequently collapsed."

"Even the Heavenly Dao of Earth can be corrupted."

"Within seven days, all living things will be forced to adapt to the rules of the virtual world."

She paused for a moment.

"Most won't make it that far."

Xu Youwei tightened her fingers.

She thought of the altar in the eastern city, Xu Changling, and the righteousness spoken by those people in Penglai.

Forcing open the door, destroying the door – in the end, you're just using other people's lives to patch up the hole.

Zhou Ran stared at the three illusory figures.

"So Meng Po never made me kill the Heavenly Corpse from beginning to end."

"She told you to close the door."

The woman in the right hand said, "She left behind a remnant of her heart."

"The Heavenly Corpse left behind a remnant of its left eye."

"The right hand holding the pen leaves behind the crippled right of the hand."

Zhou Ran continued, "Unite the three powers and change the orders at the grassroots level."

The woman in the right hand did not refute.

Zhou Ran said, "Change 'The Moon Emperor Returns' to 'The Void Realm Seals the Gate'."

The female figure on the right stood still, her silver-gray palm lines flowing gently.

That's the answer.

Zhou Ran suddenly remembered the words on the broken porcelain of Meng Po.

Within the Heavenly Corpse lies a sea of ​​spider lilies.

Those who have passed through the sea of ​​flowers must not turn back.

That sentence was never meant to urge him to his death.

It was telling him not to back down.

Meng Po, Yue Zhao, Lin Qingxue, and Xu Youwei were all pinned to the chessboard by the Moon Emperor.

The game has been going on for 30,000 years, not waiting for someone to kill a few more enemies, but waiting for someone to dare to overturn the chessboard from the root.

Zhou Ran whispered, "Old Meng Po, you really know how to assign tasks."

Ye Futian snorted in his mind.

"She's smarter than you."

"You're not much smarter either; you almost got betrayed by Akaki."

Ye Futian did not respond.

That's a very accurate hit.

The female figure on the right continued, "The remnant of the eye should have been in the left eye of the Heavenly Corpse."

"The Moon Emperor separated a portion of it and hid it within the Pure Yin Ancient Law Bloodline."

"Xu Youwei's selection for the altar was preordained."

Xu Youwei's throat tightened.

"Was I born a vessel?"

"no."

The female figure on the right said, "You were marked later."

Xu Youwei looked up, her voice lowering slightly.

"When?"

The female figure on the right raised her hand and slashed through the void.

The image appears.

Deep within Penglai, in a secluded stone chamber.

As a child, Xu Youwei lay on the cold jade bed, with a fragment of a bronze ruler pasted between her eyebrows.

Xu Changling stood by the bed, Xu Zhenhai stood to one side, and several elders from the Discipline Hall were also present.

The faces of those people were obscured by the gray mist; all that could be seen was that they were each pressing on a fragmented ancient law array plate.

Beneath the cold jade bed, fine silver-gray threads crawled all over the ground, slowly seeping into Xu Youwei's right palm.

The young girl curled her fingers in pain, but the array suppressed her, preventing even her cries from escaping.

Xu Youwei looked at the painting, and her shoulders tensed up.

She remembers that day.

Xu Changling said that she had a special bloodline and he needed to solidify her foundation.

After that, her right hand was always cold, and when she cultivated ancient laws, she was always faster than others, but she was also more likely to suffer backlash.

Penglai said this was the price of talent.

From that day on, she was targeted by the disabled.

Zhou Ran stared at Xu Changling in the picture, her knuckles cracking as she clenched her fists.

"Old Xu died too leniently."

Xu Youwei did not defend her grandfather.

She looked down at the broken hairpin in her palm, and after a long while, she finally spoke: "So, what should I do?"

Zhou Ran said, "Alive."

"and then?"

"Take back the right to see."

"And then?"

Zhou Ran turned and looked into the depths of the writing desk.

"Close the door with me."