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

Beneath the skin of his left arm, the implanted Qilin bone began to vibrate at a high frequency, causing his entire arm to go numb.

This bone came back to life; it was like a ferocious beast that had been starving for a thousand years finally smelling blood.

Each strand of bone fiber twisted together, trying to break free from the skin and flesh, and lunged at the grayish-white bone fragment downstairs.

Deep within his consciousness, even the 108 Soul-Suppressing Nails could not imprison Ye Futian's remnant soul.

"The desolate tomb..."

That ominous tomb that buried all the taboos of the Primordial Era!

Weapons, corpses, and slain ancient gods and demons—everything was thrown in!

"Rumor has it that the tomb contains the complete 'Primordial Overlord Body Source Bone'!"

"What you have now is nothing more than a substandard product that Li Chengfeng refined from fragments!"

"If one could obtain the complete lineage..."

The old devil's words trailed off.

Zhou Ran's thoughts raced.

His domineering body is "incomplete inheritance," which is the dead end that Li Chengfeng walked halfway down.

The complete source bone means that his cultivation ceiling is directly connected to a supreme realm that even the Demon Emperor Ye Futian dared not presume to speak of.

My heart did indeed feel a scalding sensation from the heat.

Zhou Ran's face remained expressionless, as still as water.

He turned and went downstairs, inviting Feng Bancheng into the side hall.

The newly appointed housekeeper, Feng Lili, brewed a pot of Huangshan Maojian tea. Zhou Ran gestured for her to leave with a look, and she closed the door behind her.

The aroma of tea wafted through the side hall.

Without any formalities, Feng Bancheng pulled out a hand-drawn sketch with countless folds from the inside pocket of his faded military green jacket.

He slowly spread the drawings out on the tea table, pressing one corner down with a heavy brick teapot.

Diagram of the tomb passage structure.

The lines are rough, but the annotations are extremely precise.

Every corner, every millimeter of change in the width of the tomb passage, and every faint arrow indicating the direction of airflow were clearly distinguished using ballpoint pens of different colors.

The blood and tears of twenty years of underground life are all condensed on this thin piece of paper.

"I risked my life to get through the outer three layers."

Feng Bancheng's finger touched a red circle on the drawing.

"The first layer is a standard killing formation, with crossbows, quicksand pits, and poisonous miasma, which is enough to deal with mortals."

His finger slowly moved to the second red circle.

"Strange things started happening on the second floor."

One of my brothers simply touched the patterns on the wall, and he was completely drained of his life force in three seconds; a living person turned into a pile of ashes.

Feng Bancheng's voice trembled.

"It wasn't poison, it wasn't a trap, that feeling..."

"I broke some rule."

Zhou Ran's hand, which was holding the teacup, paused in mid-air for half a second.

The power of rules!

It is on the same level as the "Yi" in the Void Crystal.

"The third floor,"

Feng Bancheng's voice was so low it sounded like a whisper.

I didn't dare go in.

The lintel is inscribed with eight characters: "The Overlord's Body Cannot Enter, and All Laws Cannot Invade."

I stood there for two hours, thinking of a hundred ways to get in, but none of them would lead to survival.

Zhou Ran picked up the bone fragment and turned it over.

That line of mottled seal script carried a chilling aura from the primordial wilderness.

The invincible body cannot penetrate it.

This means that the main room is equipped with a special killing restriction specifically targeting those with the Overlord Bloodline.

He wanted to get in, but it was harder for him than for anyone else.

Thoughts raced through my mind, and the pros and cons were already clear.

The Great Desolate Tomb is in a distant mountain, and its dangers are unknown; there is no need to rush.

Twenty-seven days later, the Yangtze River will be swept by a dragon, a matter of life and death for Li Zhiyao, like meat delivered right to his mouth.

He stored the bone fragments in his storage ring.

"I want this tomb."

Zhou Ran's tone left no room for negotiation; it was a direct declaration.

"But not now."

Feng Bancheng's weathered face was completely drained of color.

He leaned forward,

"Mr. Zhou, something is seeping out of that tomb!"

"What is it?"

"Death energy!"

The veins on Feng Bancheng's forehead throbbed.

"This is not ordinary yin energy!"

My brother, who's gone mad, keeps shouting that he sees a dragon without skin!

Last month, the groundwater within a ten-mile radius of Mangshan changed its taste; the well water turned black, and all the fish in the fishponds died overnight!

But after that crazy brother died, everything returned to normal!

Feng Bancheng spat and thought to himself, "This is weird."

Zhou Ran picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Huangshan Maojian tea has a sweet and refreshing aftertaste.

He put down his cup, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

The call connects in three seconds.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Ya's voice remained as calm as ever: "Speak."

"Acquiring land within a ten-mile radius around Mangshan in Henan Province under the name of 'Xiao's Environmental Protection Fund'."

There is no upper limit to the price; you can secure the deal within three days.

At the same time, an ecological restoration buffer zone was established, and the core area was cleared.

Chen Ya didn't ask a single question about why.

"Understood. Anything else?"

"Information blockade."

"Everyone who asks is referring to environmental protection projects."

"receive."

The phone hangs up.

Zhou Ran took out a completely black card without any markings from the tea table drawer and pushed it in front of Feng Bancheng.

"Five hundred million."

Feng Bancheng's hand froze in mid-air.

Five hundred million.

He spent twenty years robbing tombs, from the outskirts of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum to the Western Xia Imperial Tombs. All the wealth he had accumulated, risking his life, was less than a tenth of this card.

"Take it."

Return to Mangshan and guard the entrance.

"Your flawed physique isn't enough to enter the main chamber, but it's sufficient to withstand the infiltration of death energy from the outside."

"Hold on for twenty days."

Feng Bancheng looked up.

"And what about in twenty days?"

"I'll go myself."

Feng Bancheng swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.

"OK!"

He tucked the card into his innermost pocket and patted it vigorously.

"Twenty days, I'll guard you to the death!"

"Even if it's just one day less, without you having to say a word, I'll jump into the tomb passage myself to join my forty brothers!"

After seeing Feng Bancheng off, Zhou Ran turned around and went downstairs, pushing open the iron door to the underground secret room.

The Su sisters collapsed back to back on the ground, their practice clothes soaked with sweat, and they were breathing heavily.

Inside the Yin-gathering banner in the corner, Li Zhiyao's soul light flickered, and the corpse poison on the seven bone nails was constantly eroding her remaining spiritual light.

Zhou Ran's gaze lingered for a second on the fading light.

He then glanced down at the restless Qilin bone beneath the skin of his left arm.

The desolate tomb awaited him hundreds of kilometers away.

The complete Overlord Body Source Bone awaits him in the grave.

But the woman in front of me only has twenty-seven days left to live.

Zhou Ran grabbed Su Qingling by the back of her collar and lifted her off the ground with ease.

"Break time is over."

Su Qingling felt weak all over and managed to squeeze out a few words with a hoarse voice that sounded like she was about to run out of breath.

"Boss... just... just five more minutes..."

"The second layer of seal."

Zhou Ran's hand was already pressed against the back of her neck, near the vital point.

The oppressive feeling of the primordial energy about to surge into her made every hair on Su Qingling's body stand on end.

"Break it now."

The next second, a surge of primordial energy and blood poured in!

Su Qingling let out a distorted scream!

But it's not the pain caused by the impact of qi and blood.

Instead, it was her Tidal Holy Body that, upon coming into contact with the cold, deathly aura tainted by the bone fragments on Zhou Ran's left arm, instinctively unleashed a monstrous wave, determined to completely expel this foreign force!

A clear blue light burst forth from her body, condensing into a sharp water blade that slashed through the air with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for the ceiling of the secret room!

A loud bang was heard, and a half-meter-long, grotesque crack appeared in the ceiling, sending debris and dust flying everywhere.

Affected by the resonance, Su Qingwu suddenly arched her body and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with blue light threads.

Zhou Ran's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He looked down at his left arm.

The deathly aura of the Great Desolate Tomb...

Has it already seeped into his Qilin bone through that bone fragment?