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

"Lin Qingxue is the eye of the present world."

"Yue Zhao is a twin soul."

"Xu Youwei, holding the power over her left eye."

"The Heart Imprint left by Meng Po in the River of Oblivion is a fragment of the power of the heart."

"Marcus and his gang of lunatics are driving stakes for you in this world."

"Penglai will raise the offerings for you."

"The underworld will guard your gate."

Zhou Ran drew his sword, the tip pointing directly at the high platform.

"You've dragged everyone into this mess."

"But you deliberately avoided the person who beat you so badly you had to run for your life."

The Moon Emperor stood on the high platform, looking at him.

Below the platform, silver lines rose one after another, covering the sea surface, with the ends of the lines all aligned with Zhou Ran.

She said, "You're trying to provoke me."

Zhou Ran said, "As long as it makes you reveal a weakness, that's fine."

The Moon Emperor raised his hand.

As the silver sea unfolded, Lin Qingxue's reflection was pushed forward.

That was Lin Qingxue as an infant.

Delivery Room No. 3

The second heartbeat.

The moon-white ghostly figure lingered on the baby's chest.

The scene then shifts to Hsu Yu-Wei as a child.

Xu Changling pressed down on her shoulder.

The elder of Penglai dropped the needle.

The little girl cried until she couldn't make a sound, only her chest heaving.

Next, Meng Po stands before the River of Oblivion, pushing the fragments of the Heart Seal into the depths of the Underworld.

Emperor Song bowed his head.

The gates of Yama's Palace are closed.

Inside the Holy Light Laboratory, Marcus personally numbered the Life Nails, and silver-white instruments filled the long table, with recording runes lighting up layer by layer.

Old accounts were laid out on the silver sea.

The Moon Emperor said:

"You call them human beings."

"To me, they're just door-stopping materials."

"When Earth merged into the Void Realm, the old Heavenly Dao collapsed, and new rules were established."

"The path to ascension to immortality is found in Penglai."

"The underworld has a way of continuing its existence."

"Holy Radiance attains divine body."

"Yue Zhao has woken up."

"Lin Qingxue obtained the Emperor's body."

"Hsu Yu-Wei has been granted the right to see forever."

"What they gave up was nothing more than the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death of an ordinary person."

Zhou Ran listened without showing any change in expression.

He only asked one question: "What is Jiangcheng?"

The Moon Emperor replied, "Nest."

Zhou Ran then asked, "What about ordinary people?"

The Moon Emperor replied: "Earth."

Zhou Ran nodded.

"Understood."

He raised his hand, and the white bone pen vibrated in his palm.

The pen shaft pressed down on the metacarpal bone, as if it were filled with the weight of an entire silver sea, making it difficult to lift.

The Moon Emperor looked down at him.

"You want to interrogate me again?"

"On what grounds?"

Zhou Ran did not reply.

Within his dantian, the golden nascent soul rose to its feet.

All six gray stripes shone brightly.

The silver sea immediately pressed down.

Countless lifelines shot up from the sea surface, piercing straight into Zhou Ran's dantian.

The Moon Emperor's tone turned somber.

"Your new lock matured faster than I expected."

"I originally planned to have you lock down Earth for me."

"But you're in the way."

"Dismantle your nascent soul first, then issue the order."

The lifeline is pressed down.

Zhou Ran brandished his sword.

The first strike severed a hundred strips.

The second strike severed a thousand strips.

When the third strike came down, ten times the lifeline emerged from the seabed.

The silver thread sliced ​​through his shoulder, across his chest, and pierced his lower abdomen.

Around the nascent soul, six gray lines were bound by the life line and began to pull outwards.

The pain isn't inside the skin or flesh.

Someone hooked his life with a hook, dragging him towards another name.

The silver sea beneath Zhou Ran's feet cracked open.

He saw his own reflection.

In his reflection, he had lost his human form and become a door.

There were two words written on the door.

Welcome them home.

The Moon Emperor rose from the high platform.

A chill finally appeared in her eyes.

"Zhou Ran".

"You think you're changing your fate."

"Every time you turn back, you're confirming my anchor point."

"Lin Qingxue".

"Xu Youwei".

"Yue Zhao."

"Jiangcheng".

The more you care, the more secure the door will be.

Zhou Ran's nascent soul was bound by the silver thread.

Fine cracks appeared on the purple-gold figurine.

The white bone pen is heavier.

The Heart Imprint of the River of Oblivion was suppressed by the Silver Sea.

The person with a disability in their left eye was also given a brief response.

All around were the commands written by the Moon Emperor 30,000 years ago.

Here, even a blade cannot traverse.

The realm of understanding was also suppressed.

Yin Hai only recognizes the old order at the very bottom.

Zhou Ran looked up, blood smeared on his lips.

"Are you done talking?"

The Moon Emperor said, "The trial is not over yet."

Zhou Ran chuckled.

"Then sit tight."

He held the knife in his right hand and pressed his left hand against the gray markings on his chest.

Within the dantian, the nascent soul raised its head.

The laws of idealism surged into the space between the lifelines.

He neither rewrote the Silver Sea nor tried to seize the Moon Emperor's power.

Zhou Ran only left one judgment.

"This is not your courtroom."

"This is your archive of incriminating evidence."

All the reflections on the silver sea trembled simultaneously.

Lin Qingxue's reflection opened its eyes.

Xu Youwei's reflection raised her hand.

Meng Po's reflection lowered her head, looking towards the River of Oblivion.

The recording number left by Marcus began to play in reverse.

The old scenes of the Penglai sacrificial array resurfaced, with elders inserting needles, carving talismans, and sealing souls, their actions all laid bare by Yin Hai.

Zhou Ran stared at the Moon Emperor and said, word by word, "What you've presented today is not evidence to interrogate me."

"You're afraid I'll dig up all the dirt on you."

The heat in the Moon Emperor's eyes completely subsided.

The high platform collapsed.

She stepped onto the sea.

All of Yin Hai's life lines simultaneously coiled towards Zhou Ran's nascent soul.

This attack will no longer be a probing move.

She wants to erase Zhou Ran.

Inside Zhou Ran's dantian, the purple-gold nascent soul was bound by life threads around its neck, limbs, and heart.

Six gray lines were stretched into straight lines.

The nascent soul knelt on one knee.

The Taihuang Black Blade trembled incessantly in his palm.

A low laugh suddenly came from inside the knife.

The laughter was hoarse, carrying the blood and gore of the old battlefield.

"Of course she's afraid."

"She escaped here back then."

After the laughter rang out, Yin Hai paused for a moment.

Zhou Ran did not stop.

It was the Moon Emperor who stopped.

The platform is now shattered.

The Moon Emperor stood above the silver sea, his silver hair spread out, and the edges of his imperial robes were lifted by the silver light.

She looked at the Taihuang Black Blade, and for the first time, a clear killing intent appeared in her eyes.

"The night betrays the heavens."

A black and gold fire line cracked open on the blade of the Taihuang Black Blade.

A tall figure stepped out from the front lines of fire.

The tattered demon armor.

A torn cloak.

He had a deep, old wound running through his chest.

He was not wearing a helmet, his long hair was disheveled, and his features were obscured by demonic fire, leaving only his eyes shining brightly.

This is no longer the faint echo from before, nor a fleeting shadow from the old battle scenes.

This is the last obsession that Ye Futian held onto until the very end.

Ye Futian stood in front of Zhou Ran and looked up at the Moon Emperor.

"It's been many years."

"You still like to put yourself on a pedestal."

Zhou Ran's nascent soul was still bound by the life line.

He looked at Ye Futian.

"You haven't left yet?"

Night betrayed the heavens, never looking back.

"It was almost over."

"Seeing her sitting so high up makes my hands itch to grab her."

Zhou Ran tugged at the corner of her lips.

Only Ye Futian could say such a thing.

The Moon Emperor raised his hand.

The entire silver sea pressed down on the night sky.

"You should have disappeared long ago."

Ye Futian chuckled.

"You should have died long ago."

Beneath the silver sea, scenes from the old battle are ignited.

This time, the scene was no longer under the control of the Moon Emperor.

Ye Futian burned out his memories.

Thirty thousand years ago.

Void Battlefield.

A colossal celestial corpse lay across the crack.

Silver imperial blood was sprinkled across the starry sea.

At the edge of darkness stood a figure whose face was obscured.

The man had no weapon in his hand, but raised a finger.

The Moon Emperor's path home was severed on the spot.

The celestial corpse's remains were torn into several pieces.

The heart, right hand, and left eye fell into the interlayer of the blue star.

The Moon Emperor fled into it with his mangled body.

Ye Futian led his demon army in pursuit.

Lieshan Camp followed closely behind.

The Primordial Black Blade slashed into the right-hand dimension.

In that battle, the demon corpse was beheaded.

White bones piled up like a tower.

Akaki thrust out his demonic spear from behind.

The Moon Emperor used his right hand, the power of cause and effect, to forcibly seize control of the battle.

All the old debts are strung together in this silver sea.

Ye Futian spoke up: "She didn't come to Earth back then."

"She escaped to Earth."

"Her so-called escape route was nothing more than a piece of driftwood she clung to after she had been broken."

Zhou Ran looked at the blurry figure of the imperial prince.

"Who is that person?"

The night paused for a moment.

"I have no idea."

Zhou Ran lowered his brows.

Ye Futian continued, "By the time I arrived, he had already left."

"Only half of the Emperor's Mark remains."

The silver sea churns.

The imperial mark rose from the image.

It belongs neither to the Moon Emperor nor to the Night-Bearing Heaven.

It hung at the end of the void battlefield, its form incomplete, yet it pressed down on the entire silver sea, causing it to recede to both sides.

The Moon Emperor's fingertips tightened.

This subtle movement did not escape Zhou Ran's notice.

Zhou Ran raised the knife, and blood flowed down the hilt into his palm.

"I see."

"It's not that you don't want to mention him."

"You're afraid that half of the Emperor's Mark is still there."