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

The First Ancestor no longer concealed himself.

A bloody line split open from Xu Youning's brow to her abdomen, her skin and flesh rolled over to the sides, and the soul sac in her abdomen burst open at the limit.

The grayish-white remnant soul rushed out of the pouch and headed straight for the slit in the left eye of the Heavenly Corpse.

Yue Zhao's ghostly figure cried out, "Stop him! He's going to enter my left eye!"

Zhou Ran had been waiting for this moment.

The Great Wilderness Black Blade slashes horizontally.

The severing blade line blocked the path of the remnant soul.

The remnant soul of the progenitor reacted extremely quickly, abandoning half of its soul body to circle around the edge of the blade line, while the remaining remnant soul continued to rush towards the left eye.

Xu Youning knelt on the ground, her chest still rising and falling.

She has to live.

If she dies, her journey to the afterlife will be completed ahead of schedule.

Just as Zhou Ran was about to give chase, Xu Youwei raised her right hand and pressed her five fingers into the silver eye in her palm.

She pressed her silver eyes until they bled.

She looked at Zhou Ran, her voice low.

"Zhou Ran".

"Lend me some money."

"I'm going to write him to death."

Zhou Ran stopped.

Xu Youwei's face was ashen.

Blood trickled down between his fingers as his right palm was pierced by the broken hairpin. The silver eye in his palm, locked by the black and gold contract pattern, was still struggling toward the left eye of the Heavenly Corpse.

If she wants to borrow the pen, she must use her own life to suppress the remnant soul of the First Ancestor.

Ye Futian spoke in his mind's eye: "She can't withstand it."

The female figure in the right hand also transmitted her voice through the bone pen: "The Golden Core wielding the pen will suffer a backlash from the power of the remnant. She possesses the power of the eye within her body, and the First Ancestor also has the karma of the Xu family bloodline. Her left eye is still the dominant force."

"She's the most suitable, and also the most dangerous."

Zhou Ran only asked, "Have you thought it through?"

Xu Youwei stared at the remnant soul that was about to disappear into the slit of her left eye.

"I've thought it through."

"They used to choose for me."

"This time, I'll write it myself."

Zhou Ran handed over the white bone pen.

"If it goes off-topic, I'll take responsibility."

Xu Youwei was stunned for a moment.

She took the pen.

As soon as she held the pen, blood seeped from her seven orifices. The silver eye in her palm opened, and silver light rushed into her meridians. Her knees buckled, and she almost knelt down.

Zhou Ran supported her elbow.

"Write while standing."

Xu Youwei bit her tongue, and blood dripped onto the tip of her pen.

"it is good."

The remnant soul of the First Ancestor turned around, saw this scene, and burst into wild laughter.

"With you?"

"A mere Golden Core cultivator dares to wield the ancient law of the left eye, which has stood for thirty thousand years?"

"Xu Youwei, you can't even make a proper sacrificial offering, yet you want to perform ancestral rites?"

Hsu Yu-wei did not retaliate with insults.

She picked up her pen.

As soon as the first word was uttered, the skin on her right arm cracked, and silver lines crept up her shoulder.

Zhou Ran pressed his left hand against her back and channeled the Primordial Qi and Blood into her body.

"Write."

The white bone brush cleaves through the void.

The first line of text is complete.

The Xu family bloodline will no longer be used for ancestral offerings.

As the seven words fell, a sharp, long cry came from the slit of the Heavenly Corpse's left eye.

On the remnant soul of the First Ancestor, tiny blood vessels were forcibly pulled out one by one.

Those blood lines disappeared into the depths of the void, connecting to the descendants of the Xu family, to the Penglai Ancestral Hall, and to the sacrificial names written into the family genealogy generation after generation.

Snapped.

The first one broke.

The second and third bars collapsed one after another.

The remnant soul of the First Ancestor shrank by half an inch, and his voice finally changed.

"No!"

Blood trickled from Xu Youwei's lips, but her hands didn't stop.

The second line of text continues.

The debts of Penglai must be repaid by the living.

After the characters were completed, ancient law marks lit up on the bodies of the nine disciples of the Discipline Hall.

The color drained from their faces.

The causal chains that originally pointed to Xu Youwei and the sacrificial offerings began to reverse, returning to them, to the Penglai Discipline Hall, and to Xu Wentian's remnant soul.

The First Ancestor roared, "Penglai has guarded the world for 30,000 years; its merits outweigh its sins!"

Xu Youwei spoke very softly.

"Then let's calculate it one by one."

"Remember who you saved."

"Remember who you have harmed."

"Don't use lofty principles to obscure your true intentions."

Zhou Ran let out a short laugh.

"You remember this account very well."

Xu Youwei choked on the blood.

The remnant soul of the First Ancestor had already partially entered the slit of his left eye.

The giant eye closed and then opened a slit, through which silvery-gray light leaked out.

Yue Zhao said urgently, "He wants to abandon Xu Youning and forcibly return to his position!"

Zhou Ran released Xu Youwei.

"Give her the pen."

"I'm blocking the road."

The Great Wilderness Black Blade was drawn.

Black and gold energy surged up.

As Zhou Ran took a step forward, his old injury to his left knee reopened, and blood seeped into the bone.

He didn't look at the injury.

A single slash severed the boundary.

This strike will not sever the ancestor.

The entrance before the gap in the left eye.

As the blade cuts down, a section of the silver-gray channel is cut off.

The remnant soul of the First Ancestor collided with the boundary line, and several gaps appeared in its soul body.

"Zhou Ran!"

Zhou Ran raised his knife to block the way.

"Calling anyone won't help."

The remnant soul of the First Ancestor struggled desperately, using the remaining power of his left eye to summon the silver eye in Xu Youwei's palm.

Xu Youwei's right palm was pulled toward her left eye, and her wrist bones made a soft rubbing sound.

Zhou Ran did not help her hold down her hand.

He simply stood in front, blocking the path for the First Ancestor to return to his throne.

Xu Youwei gripped her right wrist with her left hand, and the broken hairpin pierced the old wound in her palm.

The pain overwhelmed the tugging at her silver eyes.

She picked up her pen.

The last four characters were written with a pause in the stroke.

The old ancestor was brought to justice.

boom!

The silver eye in the palm opened completely.

This time, it didn't swallow Xu Youwei.

The black and gold contract pattern transformed into chains, piercing through the silver pupil and penetrating deep into the remnant power of the left eye.

Through the slit of his left eye, the remnant soul of the First Ancestor was forcibly dragged back.

"No!"

"I am the First Ancestor of Penglai!"

"I am a guardian of the world!"

Xu Youwei stared at him, her face covered in blood.

"You are evidence of my guilt."

Silver Eyes erupted.

The remnant soul of the First Ancestor was pulled back into Xu Youning's body.

Xu Youning knelt on the ground, two sounds escaping from her throat.

A piece that belongs to her alone.

One belongs to the First Ancestor.

Zhou Ran sheathed his sword and stepped forward.

The Forgotten River Seal floats in the palm of my hand.

"Take a nap."

"Interrogate her slowly once she's awake."

He placed his palm on Xu Youning's forehead.

The source of the River of Oblivion was poured in.

The memories of the remnant soul of the First Ancestor were sealed away layer by layer.

It was not erased.

Save all.

Every transaction.

Every sacrifice.

Each sacrificial decision at the Penglai Discipline Hall.

All of them were rubbed into blood-red scrolls by the white bone brush, hanging in mid-air.

The nine disciples of the Discipline Hall stared at the scrolls, their breathing becoming erratic.

Xu Youwei swayed slightly as she held the bone pen.

Zhou Ran caught her.

She returned the pen to her.

"I've finished writing."

Zhou Ran took the pen.

"Your handwriting is a bit ugly."

Xu Youwei's eyelids twitched.

"Practice next time."

"There will be a next time?"

"The Penglai affair is not yet settled."

Zhou Ran nodded.

"Good, that's ambitious."

Xu Youwei looked down at her palm.

Silver Eyes stopped struggling.

The four characters "Old Ancestor Returns to Justice" were pressed deep within his pupils, and a ring of fine black and gold lines appeared around the edge of his pupils.

The disability in his left eye has been corrected.

There was no Emperor Guiyue.

It went to Xu Youwei.

Yue Zhao stood not far away, her expression complex.

"She really took it."

Zhou Ran said, "People who owe money don't fall so easily."

Xu Youwei looked up and gazed into the depths of her closed left eye.

The silver eye in the palm suddenly lit up on its own.

Her breathing became erratic.

"Zhou Ran".

Zhou Ran turned her head: "What?"

Xu Youwei stared at the empty space behind him, her voice low.

"Lin Qingxue's eyes."

"She's crying."