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

Large sections of the load-bearing stone slabs at the top of the underground palace have peeled off and fallen off.

Hundreds of tons of thick rock cascaded down into the pit.

The bluestone floor tiles below dented and cracked under the force, forming a series of pits, and the entire underground spatial structure was falling apart.

Zhou Ran stood steadily on the edge of the high platform made of white marble.

His eyes were fixed on the golden stone dragon trapped at the bottom of the valley.

The Soul-Suppressing Wedge was deeply embedded about an inch into the core of this evil creature's spine.

Once the wedge is removed, this ancient magical artifact will be in your possession.

But he simply walked away.

Removing this wedge would be tantamount to allowing the dragon vein's sealing formation to collapse.

The resentment of the 80,000 people who were buried alive below will surely break through the surface layer.

The earth's veins in the capital will inevitably reverse, and the cities above will be razed to the ground, thus diminishing the nation's fortune by more than half.

Zhou Ran has never been bound by conventional rules and regulations.

But he was uncompromising on matters of principle.

He has businesses and women in the capital; this is his territory.

This land beneath our feet will not tolerate the insolence of those bastards from the Black Dragon Society of the island nation.

"When the opportunity arises, I will come back to perform a ritual to release the 80,000 vengeful spirits."

Zhou Ran turned his head and whispered a sentence.

He reached into his robe and pulled out the shriveled, wrinkled white umbrella-shaped mushroom.

Its surface is rough and cracked, and its vitality has vanished.

He used his right hand to scoop Li Zhiyao up from the ground.

The woman's yin spirit body had faded to a semi-transparent state, and it was almost weightless when held in the hand.

Let's just leave this blood debt of the Black Dragon Society in the account for now.

Just as he was about to leave.

The inherited memories left by Li Chengfeng within his consciousness shone brightly.

The inheritance diagram of the "Great Wilderness Overlord Body Technique" left by Li Chengfeng unfolded on its own.

Zhou Ran's thoughts stirred slightly.

The dormant Asura demonic energy within his dantian surged and reversed course, rushing forward at full speed along the newly expanded meridians.

The new left arm, infused with the essence of the Qilin, burst forth with dazzling dark gold light.

Beneath the skin and flesh, ancient totems flow.

Zhou Ran formed his five fingers into claws and locked onto the core of the dragon vein at the bottom of the pit, even through a hundred meters of empty space.

Get up!

The shouts drowned out the roar of the collapsing rock.

A stream of pure golden energy was forcibly torn from the dragon vein's marrow.

This wisp of air twisted violently in mid-air, its surface imprinted with intricate patterns of laws.

Earth Vein Dragon Essence.

This is the perfect foundation for the future condensation of the Nine-Patterned Purple Gold Elixir.

With this as a foundation, the path to the Golden Core realm will be smooth sailing in the future.

Zhou Ran opened his palm and held it firmly.

He used one hand to slap the dragon essence into his dantian, setting up layers of restrictions to seal it away.

At this moment, the rough rock walls around them were being pushed inward by external forces.

The path we came from had long been filled and buried by the collapsed rubble.

Zhou Ran tore off several strips of tattered clothing and tied them around Li Zhiyao's back.

He tilted his head back and looked directly at the hundreds of feet thick layer of granite soil above him.

"It seems we have no choice but to forge a path."

After speaking, he stretched his left arm backward, his strength contained.

The dark gold luster contracted sharply at the knuckles of the fist.

The immense physical power of the Primordial Overlord Body was gathered entirely within this small space.

"open!"

Zhou Ran threw a punch.

The Sky-Piercing Fist cleaved through the air with overwhelming force.

The powerful fist force slammed into the granite dome.

With ten times the force of the past, it pushed and chiseled upwards layer by layer, destroying everything in its path.

The heavy rock shattered into dust with a resounding crash.

An empty passageway leading directly to the dome was forcibly opened up.

Zhou Ran bent his knees, shattered the platform with his feet, and sprang up.

Using this propulsion, the whole person soared upwards through the passage, reaching straight into the sky.

The wilderness of the western suburbs.

The faint light of dawn slanted across this mass grave.

Zhou Ran broke through the soil to reveal his true form and took a deep breath.

The morning breeze blew against his face, and the bloodstains and mud on his cheeks had long since hardened into dark red lumps.

The commotion caused by the collapse of the underground palace was buried under a layer of soil hundreds of feet deep.

Everything was exactly the same as when he left.

Zhou Ran reached out and tightened the cloth binding her back.

The Black Dragon Society's headquarters are located in the island nation, and he will definitely cross the sea to settle this deadly score himself.

But right now, there are more important things to do.

He found a ditch and washed himself clean.

Then he leaped onto the Zanpakuto, transformed into a streak of purple light, and disappeared.

When I arrived at the gym, it wasn't open yet.

Zhou Ran went directly to the second-floor office.

He reached out and pushed open the heavy door, before he could even find a cushion to sit down.

Deep within his consciousness, Ye Futian suddenly let out a string of piercing, eerie laughs.

The commotion was laced with extreme madness and malice.

The old devil has been forced to the edge of a cliff and is preparing for a desperate fight.

Zhou Ran ignored him.

It's time to settle the score between him and Ye Futian.

Zhou Ran lit the incense burner, and the smoke rose straight up. Apart from the sound of breathing, there was no other sound in the room.

He sat cross-legged on the straw cushion.

Within the realm of consciousness, Ye Futian's shattered soul churned like hot oil.

The black mist, which had gathered together, rapidly contracted and condensed into the hideous features of the old demon.

He insisted that Zhou Ran was also at his limit, his spiritual defenses were now severely damaged, and he was on the verge of exhaustion.

"You think you can trap me like this?"

"What a pipe dream!"

The night sky roared loudly.

He left no way out and directly ignited the primordial fire of his soul.

This is a forbidden method that leads to mutual destruction.

If left unchecked, Zhou Ran's entire spiritual consciousness center will be razed to the ground, and his soul will be reduced to ashes.

Ye Futian used this as leverage to pressure Zhou Ran into relinquishing control of his body.

Zhou Ran sat upright on the futon, his limbs and body remaining completely still.

He did not provoke the Buddhist community to send forces to suppress him.

He did not use the blood energy of the Primordial Overlord Body to block.

They even removed all the barriers and defenses of the central consciousness, leaving the gates wide open.

"It seems you're still not entirely satisfied!"

Zhou Ran raised his voice and questioned.

High above the divine consciousness, one hundred and eight black nails appeared out of thin air.

It was the Soul-Suppressing Nail.

The surface of the nail exudes a faint green luster and emanates a bone-chilling coldness.

Zhou Ran rapidly formed intricate hand seals by flipping and interlacing his ten fingers.

"I've slightly modified the 'Nine Nether Soul-Fixing Technique' that you passed on to me, and now I'm giving it to you with interest."

The truth burst forth from Zhou Ran's lips.

One hundred and eight soul-suppressing nails trailed dark shadows as they plummeted towards the night, carrying away the soul of the heavens.

The sharp nail head pierced the black mist without any deviation.

The first long nail pierced through the space between the eyebrows.

The second long nail nailed to the Qi Sea.

More than a hundred long nails fell densely, firmly pinning Ye Futian's remnant soul to mid-air.

The frozen, yin energy contained within the long nail ravaged and gnawed at his very soul.

Zhou Ran's thoughts shifted.

The Soul-Locking Array of the Wuji Sect was fully activated with the blessing of the Nine Nether Soul-Stabilizing Technique.

The excruciating pain of being devoured by countless ants completely overwhelmed the old demon.

Ye Futian's remnant soul was pierced by one hundred and eight pitch-black nails and nailed to the void.

Each Soul-Suppressing Nail is imbued with the runes of the Nine Nether Soul-Stabilizing Technique.

The screams were hysterical.

The Demon Emperor, who once ruled a realm, and whose pride lasted for ten thousand years, was utterly crushed by the excruciating pain of being devoured by ten thousand ants.

Zhou Ran's consciousness materialized, and he stood below with his hands behind his back, looking up.

"Traitor..."

Ye Futian's voice trembled, and he couldn't even string together a complete harsh word.

Zhou Ran raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The runes on all the Soul-Suppressing Nails glowed bright red.

The torment of having one's soul extracted and marrow removed was doubled.

Ye Futian's soul was like a lump of kneaded mud, violently twisting in mid-air.

"Stop...stop!"

The old devil finally gave in, his haughty head drooping.

I admit defeat.

Zhou Ran watched coldly before reducing the array's power by thirty percent.

"Face reality."

Zhou Ran's tone was flat.

"From now on, you are merely my repository of cultivation techniques."

I ask, you answer.

"Dare to utter even half a word of nonsense, and I'll make you taste the agony of ten thousand ants devouring your soul every single day."

Ye Futian closed his eyes tightly and responded with a humiliating groan.

Having resolved the biggest hidden danger, Zhou Ran's consciousness withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness.

He sat on the futon and began to take stock of what he had gained from the trip to the underground palace.