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

Before Mingcang could even finish delivering the message, the canopy above the main hall shattered.

The entire sky was crushed into dust by a force poured in from outside the Sixth Heaven.

The fragments did not fall; instead, they hovered in mid-air and reassembled themselves, forming a massive black and gold screen thousands of feet in diameter.

On the giant screen, densely packed characters representing the rules of the Imperial Court were arranged in order, each accompanied by flames.

Each character exudes an aura of authority that is older and more sinister than the Emperor's own body.

Zhou Ran narrowed his eyes.

The fragment of the Moon Emperor's rules in his sea of ​​consciousness, which had been mostly digested, began to tremble violently. It recognized this aura and was terrified of it.

"This does not belong to the imperial prince."

Lin Qingxue propped herself up halfway on the soft couch, her remaining eyes flashing with a piercing white silver light.

Her voice was trembling, but her judgment was accurate to the bone.

"The frequency is three whole levels higher than that of the Imperial Prince. It's an edict issued directly from the core rules level of the Imperial Court headquarters."

The text on the giant screen was now arranged.

Arrest warrant.

"Zhou Ran, the Demon Emperor of the Sixth Heaven, committed a crime of the Abyss level: he severed the true body of the Imperial Prince of the Imperial Court, destroyed the domain's authority, and undermined the foundation of the Three Realms' order."

"From the date this edict is issued, he/she shall be listed as a wanted criminal of the Imperial Court Level."

"In March, the First Judge of the Imperial Court will lead the Purification Fleet to the Sixth Heaven to carry out the final judgment."

"Anyone who harbors, assists, or protects another shall be punished the same way."

"It will implicate nine regions."

The final four words exerted a more powerful pressure than all the preceding words combined.

"Punishment of the Nine Realms" detached from the giant screen and transformed into four black and gold marks that crashed down on the sky over the four realms of the Demon Realm.

The moment it landed, a circle of black and gold ripples appeared simultaneously in the sky above the four regions.

Wherever the ripples spread, the spiritual veins there would twitch violently.

The entire demon realm received it.

Inside the main hall, everyone's face had turned pale.

Qin San's injured leg trembled twice, but he clenched his teeth tightly and forced the trembling back down.

The screws in his spine burned so badly that his entire back felt like it was welded into a solid iron plate, but he didn't utter a single word.

Ming Cang had just run to the palace gate when he was jolted back by the oppressive force of the wanted notice. He bumped into the door frame, bounced, and landed on his buttocks, scattering military records all over the ground.

His bloodthirsty crimson eyes shrank to two pinpoints in the black and gold light of the wanted poster.

The shaft of the ancestral blood spear she had pieced together trembled slightly, the spear echoing the surging killing intent within its master.

Huan Yin leaned against the pillar, her dark red pupils sweeping over the three words "First Judge" on the giant screen, and the color drained from her face.

She turned to look at Zhou Ran, her lips parted, but she didn't say anything.

Jiuyou emerged halfway from the shadows, her body enveloped in deathly aura, shielding her from the pressure of the wanted notice.

Her fingers clenched slightly inside her sleeve.

"The First Judge".

Jiuyou's voice emanated from the deathly aura, chilling to the bone.

"The number one enforcer in the Imperial Court's hierarchy."

Two ranks above the Imperial Prince, directly under the core council of the Imperial Court.

The last time he personally took action was 30,000 years ago when he surrounded and killed Ye Futian.

"Is he the one who knocked Ye Futian into the coffin?"

Chen Ya held the military register, her voice muffled.

Jiuyou did not answer.

The temperature of the death aura around her dropped another three degrees; that was the answer.

Zhou Ran stood in the center of the main hall, looking up at the still-present black and gold curtain in the sky.

The rules of the wanted notice were deciphered word by word by his early-stage Void Refinement perception.

What does the "Abyss-level Wanted Criminal" rank mean in the Imperial Court's system? Ye Futian's original memory in the seventh background pattern of the Taihuang Black Blade has already told him—only four people in history have received this treatment.

The first three all died.

The fourth one was Ye Futian, who pretended to be dead.

Now it's his turn.

Zhou Ran lowered her head and looked at her battered hands.

The broken bones in her left arm were still aching after being reattached by Bloodlust, while the lacerations in her right arm's meridians had just scabbed over, and Chen Ya had wrapped the bloody gash between her thumb and forefinger with three layers of gauze.

He smiled.

That smile was exactly the same as when he lured the three emperors into the trap at the bottom of the Abyss of Soul Despair.

Cold, steady, and exuding a relaxed "come on" vibe.

"Three months."

Zhou Ran spoke, his voice echoing in the main hall.

That's enough.

Everyone looked at him at the same time.

"Enough of what?"

Qin San couldn't help but ask a question.

"Enough for me to climb up."

The main hall was quiet for five breaths.

Bloodlust was the first thing that came to mind.

She slammed the gun into the ground with a thud, her eyes widened, and the murderous intent in her crimson pupils was suppressed by an even stronger force, clearly saying, "Are you crazy?"

"What did you say? Hit it?"

Attack the Imperial Court headquarters?

"You're only at the early stage of Void Refinement, how do you expect to fight?"

"Get the knife."

Zhou Ran held the Taihuang Black Blade horizontally in front of him, its seven patterns flickering in the firelight of the hall.

"And you all."

His gaze swept from left to right: Huanyin, Shixue, Jiuyou, Xiao Hongli, Chen Ya, and Lin Qingxue.

Six women, six completely different expressions, not one of them with a pair of eyes that were closed off.

"Red Glass".

Xiao Hongli stepped forward, pen in hand, her back as straight as when she held the board meeting in Jiangcheng.

"There are still 30% of the Imperial Prince's warship wreckage that haven't been dismantled. Once all the black gold material inside is extracted, the firepower density of the heavy artillery array can be increased by another 20%. Besides that—"

She flipped a pre-drawn diagram from the back of the ore slab and slapped it onto the stone platform.

"The Heavenly Demon Emperor possesses 73,000 demon cores, the Asura Emperor has scattered over 4,000 fragments of rules, plus the existing Soul Abyss Stone reserves in the Soul Abyss."

"By reconfiguring these components according to the logic of military industrial transformation, I can upgrade the Demon Realm's existing war system from 'city defense' to 'expedition' within three months."

She poked three dots on the drawing with her pen.

"We need things from Earth."

The underlying logic of ammunition compression technology, the mathematical model of supply chain management, and—

She paused for a moment and looked at Zhou Ran.

"Diagram of the foundation structure of the White Pagoda."

I visited the vicinity of the White Pagoda when I was in Jiangcheng, and I remember the vibration frequency three thousand meters underground.

"Sister Chen."

Zhou Ran turned to Chen Ya.

Chen Ya wiped her eyes and hugged Jun Ce to her chest.

"Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Can your information hierarchy system be used in reverse, given the structure of the Imperial Court's intelligence network?"

It's not defense, it's infiltration.

I need to know all personnel changes, fleet deployments, and troop allocations at the Imperial Court headquarters within the last three months.

Chen Ya remained silent for three breaths.

Her fingers tapped on the cover of the military register, the same rhythm she used when dealing with Zhao Tao's messy accounts on Blue Star.

"Infiltrating the Imperial Court's intelligence network? Me, a woman from Earth who hasn't even reached the Nascent Soul stage?"

Chen Ya gave a wry smile.

"You're telling me to steal the Federal Reserve's ledgers."

"The Federal Reserve's books have also been stolen."

Zhou Ran's voice was flat.

"Moreover, you possess residual information about the Emperor's birth chart, communication frequency data from the Heavenly Demon Realm and the Asura Realm, and the coordinates of the Judgment Seal that Qingxue has uncovered. All of this combined is enough for you to gain access to the Imperial Court's intelligence network."

Chen Ya's lips twitched.

She glanced at Xiao Hongli and Lin Qingxue beside her, and then at the three empresses opposite her.

At that moment, the six women reached a kind of silent understanding.

The man they admire is doing something incredibly crazy.