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

A harsh roar echoed in the conference room.

"Boss! Look up...look at the sky!"

Bai Xuan's hoarse voice had long been terrified, changing its tone, and he kept howling.

Actually, it doesn't need to say anything.

The chilling feeling of a guillotine blade hanging over one's neck had long since completely sealed off this place.

Zhou Ran raised his head.

The clouds in the sky were brutally sliced ​​open.

That was not the aurora.

It is a Tomahawk cruise missile painted in death gray.

Trailing a hundred-meter-long tail of flame, it was hurtling towards us at the most extreme speed this iron lump had ever traveled.

The Song family has completely gone mad.

To kill one person, they are willing to drag the entire building, and even half a block of innocent people, down with them.

This is the arrogance of power, treating human life as worthless.

"Mad dog."

Zhou Ran uttered a two-word evaluation.

But he had no intention of escaping.

Behind him was his woman, and beneath his feet was his territory.

Throughout his life, the word "retreat" never existed in the Demon Emperor's dictionary.

"Lend me some blood."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Ran's fingers had already gripped the mushroom on his shoulder.

"Aww!!"

That's my lifeblood!

Bai Xuan screamed in agony as the once plump and round cap of the mushroom shriveled up in the blink of an eye, looking just like a piece of orange peel that had been exposed to the sun for three days.

The abundant essence of plants and trees flowed back into the body.

The Purple-Gold Dao Platform within Zhou Ran's body began to operate fiercely, its dark light shining brightly.

He gripped it with his hand in return.

A crystal-clear object appeared in my palm.

Crystal of the Void Realm.

It was a scrap he casually picked from the floor of that "Moon Emperor" when he was escaping from the Void Realm of Prison Mountain.

He had intended to keep it to comprehend the Great Dao, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened in Jiangcheng.

It seems that it's no longer needed.

"broken."

Zhou Ran clasped his five fingers together.

The crystals disintegrated into powder.

A gray, decaying aura, not belonging to this dimension, lingered around his fingertips.

That is a rule called "nothingness".

Zhou Ran stepped out of the broken French windows.

Stepping on the void.

Faced with a missile powerful enough to flatten a mountain, faced with its devastating kinetic energy.

He simply faced his palm forward.

"Return to the Ruins".

There was no explosion.

There was no fire.

Even the sounds were completely swallowed up by this gray aura.

The scene became extremely bizarre.

The high-speed missile, along with the surrounding turbulent airflow, touched Zhou Ran's palm just three feet away.

Gone.

Not even a single speck of gunpowder remained.

The sky and earth were clear and cloudless.

The breathtaking scene just now seemed like a collective hallucination for everyone.

……

The capital city, the secret chamber of the Song family.

The air was so heavy it was suffocating.

Song Wuji froze in the armchair, his cloudy old eyes almost bursting out of their sockets, fixed on the images transmitted from the satellite.

His 240-year-old face twitched violently, every wrinkle filled with horror.

A battle axe!

That is the culmination of human industrial civilization!

Even a Golden Core Ancestor would have to risk half his life to withstand it.

"Is this the power of rules?!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

How could mortals possibly master the rules!

"Who is he?!"

……

Jiangcheng, the top floor of the Xiao's Building.

The wind stopped.

Lin Qingxue knelt on the broken glass, her knees a bloody mess, yet she was like a puppet with its strings broken, completely numb.

He simply held the jade pendant, now shattered into powder, in his hands.

"Xiao Qi..."

She spoke very softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Zhou Ran concealed his murderous aura and leaped in through the window.

Seeing the girl's distraught appearance, Zhou Ran's heart clenched.

The domineering expression that had just been so disdainful of all living beings vanished, replaced by a rare look of panic.

He walked over, wanting to reach out and help her, but was afraid that the smell of blood on his hands would offend her.

Just now.

"Boundless... Heavenly Venerable."

A shivering sound suddenly rang out.

Zhang Xuansu, holding a whisk, stepped over the mess on the ground.

The old Taoist priest's purple robe was torn in several places, and he was panting heavily.

He ran all the way up.

He had intended to risk his life to protect these girls, in order to do Zhou Ran a favor.

Then I looked up.

I saw the missile vanish into thin air.

That scene nearly shattered his Dao heart.

That huge missile just vanished into thin air!

The destructive power of this missile is no less than that of a Golden Core Ancestor's innate spell.

How did this kid manage to get rid of it?

Zhang Xuansu put away his usual carefree and aloof demeanor.

The way he looked at Zhou Ran at that moment was as if he were gazing upon a living god.

He walked straight up to Zhou Ran.

He performed a standard Taoist salute.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou's divine power is unparalleled; this humble Daoist is convinced."

Zhou Ran glanced at him but didn't say anything.

He simply crouched down, placed his palm on Lin Qingxue's back, and channeled a wisp of gentle spiritual energy into her to protect her heart, which was on the verge of collapse.

Lin Qingxue suddenly looked up.

A sliver of focus finally appeared in those deathly gray eyes.

"Zhang Tianshi!"

"You can save him, right?"

Zhang Xuansu glanced at Zhou Ran's expression.

Seeing that the wicked man did not object, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly adjusted his breathing.

"Miss, may I speak to you in private?"

Ten minutes later.

After hearing the whole story, Zhang Xuansu looked at Lin Qingxue, who was crying her eyes out, and sighed deeply.

"Since you are already connected to the yin and yang realms, you should not develop feelings for ghosts."

Alas, humans and ghosts are destined to be apart. That little ghost burned its very essence to save you; in theory, it should have already vanished and its soul was no longer subject to reincarnation.

Lin Qingxue swayed, and the light in her eyes was about to go out again.

"but--"

Zhang Xuansu changed the subject and took out an ancient compass from his sleeve.

He was born of his obsession and died protecting it.

This act of kindness has been appreciated by Heaven.

"Although I am powerless to help him regain his ghostly form, there is a 'spirit-guiding technique' at Longhu Mountain."

"We can gather a bit of his true spirit and send him into the cycle of reincarnation."

"In the next life, whether he is born into a wealthy family or lives a secluded life in the mountains, it all depends on his fate."

Lin Qingxue stood there, stunned.

Large teardrops fell onto the floor.

"Please, Taoist Master, help!"

She was about to kowtow immediately.

Zhang Xuansu flicked his whisk, and a gentle force lifted Lin Qingxue up.

He stole another glance at Zhou Ran.

That one glance was full of flattery.

This is not just helping Lin Qingxue, but also a pledge of allegiance to this terrifying being who can wipe out missiles with his bare hands.

That thigh is so thick!

If not now, when?

"Form ranks!"

Zhang Xuansu roared.

The seven disciples behind him quickly took their positions, stepping on the Seven Stars and pointing their swords at the sky.

The old Taoist bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of saliva onto the compass.

A golden light suddenly appeared.

"By the Supreme Decree! May your lonely soul be liberated! May all ghosts and demons, and all living beings, receive this grace!"

The resounding chanting of scriptures drowned out the sound of the wind outside the building.

The entire conference room was bathed in golden light, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Zhou Ran activated his Purple-Gold Demon Eyes.

In the field of vision, those gray light spots that had originally dissipated were forcibly drawn together by a mysterious force and reassembled.

That's the line of cause and effect.

After a while.

A palm-sized, translucent ball of light floated in mid-air.

You can vaguely make out that it is a child's smiling face.

Xiaoqi.

He looked at Lin Qingxue, and the black blood in his eyes disappeared, becoming clear and bright.

The ball of light circled Lin Qingxue three times.

That was the final farewell.

Then, the ball of light bowed deeply to Zhang Xuansu.

As Zhang Xuansu's hand seals flew, the incantation became increasingly urgent.

rumble--

Zhou Ran's eyelids trembled slightly.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

The background of the real world has been stripped away, replaced by a long, surging black river.