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

At the other end of the valley, in the shadow of a secluded cliff.

Several figures clad in black robes from the southern frontier witnessed this earth-shattering battle.

The old priest at the head of the group had a dry throat, and the voice he managed to squeeze out was hoarse and rough.

"Just who is this person?"

That final strike, that power, didn't belong to this world at all!

"Grandpa, are you scared?"

A clear and alluring female voice rang out in the darkness.

A slender woman stepped out, her face half-exposed beneath her hood, her skin as white as snow, her narrow eyes swirling with a captivating exotic charm.

She is Xiaorou, the most beautiful flower in the village, and also the most venomous scorpion.

Her gaze swept past the mess on the ground and landed on the man kneeling on one knee, covered in blood but laughing wildly.

"I think he's much more interesting than that damn dragon blood grass."

Xiao Rou's tongue lightly licked her red lips, her voice revealing barely suppressed excitement.

"Look at the way he hugged that woman just now, how domineering and powerful."

It must have felt wonderful to be so completely conquered by him.

"Xiao Rou!"

The old priest sternly shouted to stop them.

"Stop thinking that you're courting death!"

This person is a demon, a madman!

If we come into contact with him, we will be reduced to ashes!

Don't forget why we came here!

Xiao Rou shrugged indifferently, but the burning intensity in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Okay, Grandpa."

"Let's take care of business first..."

"But once I get the Dragon Blood Grass, I really want to go and meet him."

……

In the center of the battlefield.

The enormous white cap of the white umbrella mushroom had shrunk by more than half, and countless roots were trembling nervously in the air.

"Hurry up, you little brat!"

I'm risking my life to open a back door for you!

This turbulent void could shred even my spores into dust!

Its hoarse voice screamed so desperately, it looked like a vegetable vendor whose stall had been overturned by the city management officers.

Where the "Yi" disappeared, the space did not heal.

Instead, it left behind an extremely unstable, dark crack.

Without a moment's hesitation, Zhou Ran's figure transformed into a blur.

With the force of a meteorite crashing into the mirror, it forcefully plunged into that twisted crack!

Enter the crack.

Zhou Ran suddenly felt forgotten by the world.

There was no sound and no color.

He was blind and deaf, yet he "saw" more clearly than ever before.

There is nothing here, yet everything is here.

This is not darkness, because "darkness" itself is a state.

This place is the graveyard of colors, the ruins of sounds.

Zhou Ran had just had this idea.

Time is stretched into an infinitely long thread, with billions of years separating the thought of the previous second from the action of the next.

His body is dissolving.

The edges of flesh and blood turned into scattered dust, only to coalesce again in the next instant.

This space wavers between erasing and acknowledging his existence.

If it weren't for that undying demonic thought deep within his consciousness firmly anchoring his "self,"

The moment he steps inside, he will completely evaporate, leaving not even the slightest trace of his presence.

"This is..."

The virtual world?

Zhou Ran's thoughts vibrated in the chaos.

He forced himself to stabilize his collapsing soul in order to "understand" the scene before him.

Countless shimmering threads floated, weaved, and intertwined around him.

He suddenly realized that it wasn't a thread.

That was the most primitive and chaotic prototype of rules at the beginning of time!

Between the threads, Zhou Ran saw a familiar projection.

The upside-down prison mountain, the broken ancient stele, and even the mushroom spirit outside that was howling incessantly.

All matter in the real world exists here as a translucent reflection.

He got it.

The real world is the "front," while here is the "back" of everything.

It is the endless blank space behind the painting, the non-existent world behind the mirror.

The reason why so many strange tales circulate in Laoshan is not because of its heavy yin energy.

Instead, the spatial barriers here are as thin as cicada wings, and two worlds that should never have intersected have mistakenly become stuck together.

The "existence" of reality and the "non-existence" of the virtual world permeate each other.

That's how the deformed monsters "hope" and "Yi," who belonged neither to the living nor the dead, came into being.

"Yi" means the end of death.

But even the "end" is subject to the rules.

If the virtual world had no rules, then death would have no end.

There is no 'end,' only 'existence.'

Without time, "existence" becomes a phenomenon.

Zhou Ran felt as if he had suddenly realized something.

Perhaps this is the Dao of the 'Moon Emperor' that Old Deng spoke of!

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to marvel at the wonders of the universe.

His gaze pierced through the tangled threads, locking onto a glimmer of light not far away.

A bone the size of a fingernail.

Its entire body was jet black, hovering silently, yet it exuded a terrifying pressure reminiscent of an ancient, slumbering ferocious beast.

Qilin bone!

Despite the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart, Zhou Ran struggled to move forward in the void, each step like rowing against the current.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

He stretched out his only remaining left hand and grabbed the bone!

Get it!

It has no weight, yet it feels incredibly heavy.

"snort!"

Zhou Ran let out a muffled groan, channeling his demonic energy to its fullest extent, and clenching his five fingers tightly with the force of steel.

The moment the fingertips touched the bone, a vast and domineering will surged up the arm and straight to the top of the head.

A black jade unicorn, its feet treading on stars, transcends time and space.

With its cold, vertical pupils fixed on Zhou Ran's soul, it let out a roar powerful enough to shatter galaxies.

"nice one!"

Zhou Ran felt his vision blur and his head throb with pain, but he was not alarmed but rather delighted.

Get the goods, let's go!

He turned to leave, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of something deep within this chaotic void.

The once still ocean of regular silk threads was now rippling slightly.

That's not turbulence.

It's footsteps.

A white figure emerged from the farthest and deepest place.

That was a woman's back view.

She wore a simple, plain white dress and walked barefoot in the void.

Just a single profile view overturned Zhou Ran's entire understanding of the word "beauty".

That kind of beauty is devoid of any gender connotations or sexual allure.

That was the ultimate in aloofness, the ultimate in nobility.

She is the source and embodiment of the word "aloof".

Seeing that figure from behind, Zhou Ran felt that time itself had become a phenomenon.

It was at this moment.

The woman in white seemed to sense something.

Her head was tilted slightly.

She didn't turn around completely, only revealing half of her stunning profile and one eye.

That eye had no pupil, only endless silver-white.

That is the true meaning of "looking down on everyone".

In the void, all things are empty, and all beings are nonexistent.

hum-

Zhou Ran's mind went blank.

A grand will called "erasure and existence" transformed into a supreme law of heaven, which descended upon his soul without any reason.

This was the first time he had ever experienced such utter insignificance.

At this moment, Zhou Ran was no longer an ant gazing at the stars.

It's just dust illuminated by starlight.

Just as Zhou Ran's soul was about to be completely obliterated by that will.

A horrifying scream emanated from the depths of his consciousness:

"It's that crazy woman!"

Run!