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

Chapter 432 Yue Zhao Li Bing

Yue Zhao.

A silver-haired figure stood behind Xu Youning.

She stared directly at Zhou Ran, her eyes wide open, across the two worlds of images.

On the bridge spanning the dark river city, the wind stopped.

The black eye between Lin Qingxue's brows was still shining, its light pressing down on the bridge surface and pushing all the eye patterns in her sea of consciousness back into place.

Xu Youning was nailed to the center of the bridge by black chains, a stiff smile appearing on her lips.

"You saw it?"

Zhou Ran ignored her.

He pressed his palm down, and the illusory image of the white bone pen dissipated.

The next moment, the divine sense withdrew from Lin Qingxue's sea of consciousness.

The dark river city, the bridge spanning the river, and the city's closed eyes all shattered into black mist behind me.

When Zhou Ran returned to the right-hand plane of the Heavenly Corpse, he opened his eyes.

The writing desk is still cracked.

The five index fingers pressed down even lower, and the gray-white sky closed into the palm, with a dense friction sound coming from beneath the bone layers.

Xu Youwei leaned against the demonic corpse, the broken hairpin in her palm still pinning the silver eye. Seeing Zhou Ran's strange expression, she propped herself up and asked, "What happened?"

Zhou Ran raised the white bone pen.

The pen tip hovered in mid-air, three black and gold blood marks pressing down on the silver-gray patterns on the pen shaft.

"Left eye."

The female figure on his right stood behind his shoulder, her faceless head tilted half an inch to the side.

"What did you see?"

"Yue Zhao."

Two words were uttered.

The silver eye in Xu Youwei's palm suddenly opened.

The broken hairpin was pushed up half an inch, and blood gushed from her palm, flowing down her wrist. She groaned, her entire right arm arching, silver lines creeping from her palm to her wrist bone.

Zhou Ran stepped in front of her and clasped her right wrist with his five fingers.

"Don't move."

Xu Youwei gritted her teeth: "I didn't do it."

Silver eyes opened and closed rapidly.

It is responding to something.

Zhou Ran suppressed a murderous intent in his eyes.

When Yue Zhao appeared, she was able to affect the residual power in Xu Youwei's left eye.

The trouble is big.

Yue Zhao and Yue Di are twins.

Lin Qingxue is the soul.

Xu Youwei is the eye.

If Yue Zhao truly displays a clear mind, she will be the most crucial witness in this 30,000-year-old game of chess.

But she should still be inside the ice stone.

The Moon Emperor's chains binding her were also severed by Zhou Ran himself.

Zhou Ran whispered, "White Bone Brush, open the left eye's field of vision."

The white bone pen trembled slightly.

The female figure on the right warned, "You only possess a remnant of power. If you peer into your left eye, the Moon Emperor will also see you along the way."

"Let her see."

Zhou Ran raised his hand and began to write.

"What is seen here is not recorded in the Moon Emperor's Book of Destiny."

The character is complete.

The white bone pen's shaft is cracked with fine lines.

Zhou Ran's tiger's mouth also split open, and black gold blood dripped onto the writing table.

A rift was torn open in the void.

A deathly gray sky appeared.

The closed left eye of the celestial corpse lies horizontally between heaven and earth.

Beneath the shattered bronze altar, Xu Youning knelt. Her white robes were stained with blood, and she held the last piece of the bronze ruler in her palm.

Behind her, a silver-haired woman stood semi-transparent.

That face was exactly the same as Lin Qingxue's.

However, the difference in their aura was too great.

Lin Qingxue embodies the spirit of Jiangcheng, the blood and pain, and the dark, hardened eyes she honed little by little in the darkness.

This silver-haired ghost was so still that it was devoid of the warmth of a living person.

Zhou Ran raised his hand.

The Wangchuan imprint lit up in his palm.

"What if you are the Moon Emperor in disguise?"

He lowered his voice.

"I'm going to smash you now."

The source of the River of Oblivion followed the White Bone Brush, passing through the scenes of the two realms, and pressed down on that Moonlit Soul Shadow.

Xu Youwei stared at the screen, her breathing erratic.

The silver eye in her palm was still opening and closing, its flesh torn open by the broken hairpin.

The female figure on the right remained standing still.

Ye Futian snorted in his mind.

"If the Moon Emperor can really make this thing, then neither of us should struggle anymore; we should just find a place to lie down and relax."

Zhou Ran did not respond.

The Forgotten River Seal landed on Yue Zhao.

The silver-haired ghost did not resist.

A bluish-white blood aura rose from her wrist.

That was the blood that Yue Zhao had seeped from the ice stone.

It was also a trace of life left in her soul after Zhou Ran severed the chains.

The Forgotten River Seal did not collapse.

There was no backlash.

It recognized the ghostly figure.

Zhou Ran's expression grew even colder.

"It really is you."

Yue Zhao looked at him from across the screen.

She spoke, her voice very soft.

"Zhou Ran".

Xu Youwei shrank her shoulders.

This was the first time she had heard Yue Zhao call out Zhou Ran's name.

It lacks the domineering tone of the Moon Emperor and the sticky feeling of Silver Eyes imitating others.

The voice was clean, as if it had just woken up from a long sleep, before even the hatred had a chance to burn brightly.

Zhou Ran asked, "How did you leave the ice stone?"

"I did not leave."

Yue Zhao raised her wrist.

Bluish-white blood streaks flowed along the wrist bone.

"You severed the chains my sister left on me, and also ruined a part of her plan. Only then was I able to cast this sliver of clarity."

Zhou Ran said, "So awake that you're standing behind Xu Youning?"

Yue Zhao lowered her eyes and looked at the kneeling white-robed Taoist nun.

Xu Youning did not turn around.

She couldn't hear Yue Zhao speaking.

There's no need to hear it.

Yue Zhao said, "She is no longer the complete Xu Youning."

Xu Youwei raised her head.

"What do you mean?"

In the scene, Yue Zhao's gaze transcends the two realms and lands on Xu Youwei.

In that instant, the silver eye in Xu Youwei's palm caved inward, and the broken hairpin cracked slightly as it was squeezed. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her jaw clenched tightly.

Zhou Ran pressed down on her shoulder.

"Look at me."

Xu Youwei forced herself to look up.

Zhou Ran said, "Don't look at her."

Xu Youwei squeezed out a single word from her throat: "Mmm."

Yue Zhao did not avoid it.

She continued, "Xu Youning was once swallowed by the remnant spirit of the Moon Emperor's right eye."

Zhou Ran's eyelids twitched.

"Right eye?"

The woman's shadow on the right looked up.

"The left eye searches for the way home. The right eye sees the returning soul. The Moon Emperor's two eyes, their power scattered in many places."

Yue Zhao said, "Xu Youning is still alive, but most of her main soul has been devoured. What keeps her kneeling there is no longer loyalty, but obsession."

Zhou Ran asked, "What obsession?"

"Reopen the Path Back to the Souls."

Yue Zhao looked at the closed left eye of the Heavenly Corpse.

"She thought that by bringing her sister back, Penglai would have fulfilled its mission of protecting the Blue Star."

Xu Youwei muttered under her breath, "Ridiculous."

Her palms were still bleeding, and her lips were deathly pale.

"You killed so many people in Jiangcheng, sacrificed me, and kidnapped Lin Qingxue. Is this what you call protecting others?"

Zhou Ran said, "The way the people of Penglai protect others is always to first put the person being protected on the altar."

Ye Futian chuckled in his mind.

"That's a more human way to put it."

Zhou Ran ignored him.

He stared at Yue Zhao.

"You didn't show up just to tell me that Xu Youning has gone mad."

Yue Zhao paused for a moment.

"I want to make a deal with you."

Xu Youwei looked up.

Zhou Ran said, "Speak."

Yue Zhao said, "Bring Xu Youwei to the left eye."

Xu Youwei's silver eyes lit up in her palm.

Zhou Ran tightened his fingers, pressing the silver light back into his flesh.

"continue."

"She has a fragment of the Eye of Truth inside her body. Lin Qingxue's original Eye of Truth is missing more than just the half under her right hand when she holds the pen."

Yue Zhao said, "The other half is in the path of the left eye."

Zhou Ran's expression darkened.

He only retrieved half of Lin Qingxue's Dharma Eye Source.

The Moon Emperor knew.

Yue Zhao also knew.

Now Yue Zhao says that the remaining half is in her left eye.

He absolutely must get rid of that left eye.

Zhou Ran said, "Conditions."

Yue Zhao looked at Xu Youning kneeling in front of the altar.

"Don't kill her."

Xu Youwei immediately propped herself up.

The movement aggravated the wound on my palm, causing blood to drip onto the bone.