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

The prince did not give Zhou Ran time to answer.

The bloodstain on his cheek only lasted for three breaths before healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The moment his dark golden skin closed again, the Emperor's aura surged dramatically.

The wound healing process is accelerating his blood return.

Zhou Ran's right hand is numb.

That strike used up 70% of his true essence reserves; the resonance frequency that cut through the Emperor's son's cheek was fleeting and could not be repeated.

The first attempt succeeded because the prince was careless, plus an unexpected resonance of three forces combined.

The prince would never give him a second chance.

really.

A layer of dark gold protective light membrane, three times thicker than before, appeared on the Emperor's body.

The light film is covered with patterns of imperial rules, and each pattern is adjusting its frequency autonomously to completely seal off the resonant node that was previously broken down by resonance.

"The knife in your hand contains the essence of Ye Futian, the blood of the Emperor, and the remnants of that bastard, the Moon Emperor."

The prince's tone returned to its nonchalant tone, but the madness in his eyes had not faded.

"The combination of the three forces can indeed leave a cut on my face."

But that's all.

He raised his arm and waved towards the direction of the Heavenly Demon Realm and the Asura Realm Emperor.

Stop looking.

"Let's go together."

The sky above both the eastern and western fronts shook simultaneously.

The figure of the Heavenly Demon Emperor emerged from the crimson demonic clouds, his horns like blades, and his demonic aura condensed into a flowing layer of purple-gold armor.

The Asura Emperor rose from the earth's vein fissure, his six arms wielding blades, each arm bearing scars that emanated a nauseating killing intent.

Without wasting words, the two emperors charged straight at Zhou Ran.

Three Great Emperors versus one early-stage Void Refinement cultivator.

Huan Yin's voice burst forth from the military register.

"Everyone retreat to the inner city! Activate all city defense formations! Don't skimp on Soul Abyss Stones..."

"Need not."

Zhou Ran interrupted her.

He carried the Taihuang Black Blade and leaped into the air from the shattered city tower.

It's not about engaging in battle, it's about retreating.

Zhou Ran retreated quickly, his figure sweeping across the sky above Nine Nether City, speeding towards the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace.

The prince raised an eyebrow.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor chuckled.

"They ran away?"

The Asura Emperor remained silent, his six eyes flashing with killing intent, and he was the first to give chase.

The three emperors pursued them simultaneously.

Zhou Ran fought and retreated simultaneously.

He didn't flee at full speed, but maintained a just-right pace...

So fast that the three emperors couldn't catch up, yet so slow that they wouldn't give up the pursuit.

This incredibly precise speed control made Huan Yin sit up straight on the other end of the military manual.

She sensed Zhou Ran's intention through the soul imprint of the same frequency, and then froze in place.

He is not on the run.

He was leading the way.

"Bloodlust! Netherworld!"

Huan Yin turned around and rushed out of the command room, her voice so shrill it was distorted.

"Follow him and provide backup!"

He's leading us to the Abyss of Despair!

She picked up the broken Ancestral Blood Spear from the ruins, the Ancestral Blood light still burning on the broken surface.

She pieced the two sections of the gun barrel together, and the ancestral blood fused them together on its own. Although a permanent crack was left at the joint, the gun was still usable.

"That madman."

Bloodlust clenched its teeth and charged outwards, its crimson pupils burning with a mixture of heartache and rage.

Jiuyou's figure materialized from the shadows, a black coffin hovering behind her, the name engraved on the coffin lid appearing and disappearing in the deathly aura.

She didn't say a word and chased after him.

Meanwhile, on Zhou Ran's retreat route, Taihuang Black Blade would occasionally turn around and unleash a blade of light, deliberately leaving more and more "weaknesses" for his pursuers.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor's demonic arts grazed his shoulders several times, leaving three deep, bone-revealing claw marks on his back.

The Asura Emperor's six-armed sword formation nearly sliced ​​his spine twice, but he managed to dodge it by sidestepping at the last moment.

The prince followed at the very back, his dark golden pupils scanning the surroundings in the dim light.

"He is leading the way."

The prince suddenly spoke.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor turned his head away.

"What?"

"The way he injured me was too deliberate. Someone who can leave a mark on my face couldn't possibly have his back injured by your scratching."

The prince spoke at a steady pace.

"He's deliberately exposing his weaknesses to make you think he's reached his limit."

The Asura Emperor narrowed his six eyes.

"trap?"

"It's 100% a trap."

The prince smiled.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor stopped in mid-air, his demonic energy surging.

"Then why chase after them?"

"Chase."

The prince's voice carried a kind of obsessive confidence.

"I just want to see what kind of trap he can set in front of me."

He paused for a moment.

"Furthermore, I also want to see with my own eyes what is deepest in the Sixth Heaven."

If the old secrets of the Night Sky still exist, dig them out and crush them, lest they get in the way in the future.

He sped up.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor and the Asura Emperor exchanged a glance and followed.

This is exactly what Zhou Ran bet on...

The emperor's son was not only arrogant, but also greedy.

Zhou Ran flew over the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace without landing, continuing to venture deeper into the eastern direction.

Behind him, three terrifying auras followed him like shadows.

The entrance to the Abyss of Annihilation is just ahead.

The crack in the mine has ripped open a black scar on the earth, and dense, almost solidified demonic energy surges out from the crack, turning the air near the entrance black.

Zhou Ran plunged in headfirst.

The prince followed closely behind, his feet stepping on the edge of the mine, the rubble turning to dust under his footsteps.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor's horns scraped against the cave wall, creating two sparks. The Asura Emperor's six arms retracted, and his body squeezed through the narrow entrance.

The three emperors pursued them into the Abyss of Annihilation.

The light inside the mine suddenly dimmed.

The concentration of demonic energy changed from "thick" at the entrance to "condensed," making it difficult for people to walk inside.

The surface of the Heavenly Demon Emperor's demon armor was corroded by demonic energy, creating fine patterns, while the Asura Emperor's six arms began to emit faint hissing sounds.

The prince didn't care at all; his dark gold protective shield kept all demonic energy out.

But his pace slowed noticeably, his dark golden pupils scanning the surrounding mine walls in the dim light.

"This place..."

The Heavenly Demon Emperor sniffed the air, his thick eyebrows furrowing.

"The concentration of demonic energy is off; it's too pure."

It's so pure it doesn't seem naturally formed; someone has tampered with it.

The prince did not respond.

His attention was focused on the ground beneath his feet.

The cracks in the ore on the ground are inlaid with rows of extremely regular dark patterns.

The arrangement of the dark patterns is consistent with the imperial-level background patterns on the Taihuang Black Blade.

Things that are hidden by the night sky.

"interesting."

The prince uttered the word for the third time, but his curiosity had lessened, replaced by a hint of wariness.

"Was this mine created by the heavens?"

In the darkness ahead, Zhou Ran's figure suddenly stopped.

He stood on the open ground at the bottom of the Abyss of Souls, with his back to the three emperors who had come chasing after him.

The Taihuang Black Blade was placed on the ground, and the seven patterns of light illuminated an area of ​​thirty feet in radius.

He was covered in blood, his left arm was useless, and three scratches on his back were still oozing dark red blood.

His graying temples were stuck to his cheeks with sweat and blood, and every breath he took carried the smell of blood.

But the moment he turned around, all three emperors saw his expression.

That's not how someone cornered should look.

Zhou Ran raised his right hand and used the back of the knife to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips.

Then he laughed.

Cold, cruel, with a certain sense of relief that "I've finally lured you in."

"The Emperor's Son".

Zhou Ran's voice echoed at the bottom of the Soul Abyss, repeatedly refracted by the surrounding mine walls.

"You're right, this place was indeed created by the night sky."

He buried something in this pit for 30,000 years, just waiting for the day a fool would walk in.

The prince's dark golden pupils suddenly narrowed.

The four walls of the Abyss of Souls lit up simultaneously.

It wasn't the pale blue light of the Soul Abyss Stone, but an ancient, bone-chilling dark golden light.

In the crevices of the ore deposits that Qin San's team had "mined to exhaustion" on the mine walls, one after another, the Fusion Stage demonic puppets that had been silent for 30,000 years slowly opened the flames in their eyes.

One hundred and eight bodies.

When Qin San came last time, there were only thirty-seven tomb-guarding demon puppets on the third floor.

At that time, only the seventh level of the Soul Abyss was open.

Now, all the passages from the first floor to the seventh floor have been opened up.

The complete formation that Ye Futian set up 30,000 years ago was fully activated the moment Zhou Ran stepped into the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm and the seventh rune of the Taihuang Black Blade lit up.

One hundred and eight fusion-stage demonic puppets.

Each body was covered with Emperor-level dark patterns that originated from the same source as the Primordial Black Blade, and flames burned in their eye sockets, pure to the extreme from being soaked in demonic energy for thirty thousand years.

They have no emotions, no fear, and no pain.

They have only one instruction... kill the intruder.

The moment all 108 pairs of eyes opened simultaneously, the temperature in the entire Soul Abyss plummeted below freezing.

Ancient demonic energy, carrying 30,000 years of killing intent, surged out from every crack in the mine wall, surrounding the three emperors.

The demonic armor of the Heavenly Demon Emperor began to shatter under the corrosive influence of demonic energy, and thick white smoke rose from the six arms of the Asura Emperor.

On the prince's face, where the bloodstain had just healed, a faint dark red tinge was beginning to show.

Zhou Ran gripped the Taihuang Black Blade tightly. The seven background patterns on the blade resonated simultaneously with the Emperor-level dark patterns of the one hundred and eight demonic puppets, emitting a deep hiss that pierced through the entire Soul Abyss.

"Welcome to the grave of Ye Futian."

Zhou Ran drew his sword and took a step forward.

"I've reserved a burial spot for you."