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

The purple-gold lightning exploded along the old dragon's spine, transforming into hundreds of twisted snake tongues that burrowed into every inch of flesh.

It rushes down along the nerve pathways, from the spine straight to the abdominal cavity, invading the root of every scale.

Zhou Ran raised Taihuang's left arm high.

He did not block.

Instead, they used their own bodies to bear it.

Using the Qilin bone as a fulcrum and this mortal body, he bravely withstood the remaining power of the heavenly tribulation!

The first wave of thunderous force crashed down!

The arm bone immediately emitted a series of crisp, cracking sounds like porcelain shattering. A third of the interwoven tri-colored scales on the left arm disintegrated, the flesh evaporated under the lightning, and the bones were charred black.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices, mingling with lightning, leaving a trail of crimson gold in the water.

The intense light pierced my eyes, leaving only a blinding white light, and even my soul felt a needle-like burning pain.

But his right hand was as firm as a rock, his five fingers gripping the dragon core tightly!

The third inch!

The blood and flesh connection between Jiao Dan and Jiao Long has been reduced to only the last 30%!

"Use my demonic energy!"

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Ye Futian's soul began to fluctuate unstably.

The message that was being conveyed was fragmented and contained an unprecedented sense of panic.

This is no longer charity, nor is it a transaction.

The old devil was truly afraid.

The residual power of the heavenly tribulation surged through Zhou Ran's body, and the barrier of his sea of ​​consciousness was already covered with cracks from the shock.

If this physical body is destroyed, he, who is firmly nailed down by the Soul-Suppressing Nail, will also suffer the same fate of having his soul scattered!

"Hand over all the remaining magic energy you have."

Zhou Ran's consciousness was devoid of any emotion.

"you--"

"This is not something to be discussed."

Zhou Ran's will transformed into a ruthless brand, piercing through all obstacles and directly searing into Ye Futian's soul essence.

"If you don't give it to me, I'll recite the Great Sun Tathagata Purification Mantra right now, and we'll both die here."

His mind was still for a moment.

Immediately, a wisp of extremely pure demonic energy, its color even darker than the ink of the deep sea, gushed out from the gaps in the Soul-Suppressing Nail.

That was the last wisp of the Demon Emperor's essence that Ye Futian retained after being sealed away; it was the foundation that kept his remnant soul from perishing.

By handing over this, he will fall into an unprecedented state of weakness and slumber.

But it's better than just disappearing into oblivion.

The pitch-black demonic energy flowed into Zhou Ran's body, undergoing a final, savage mixing with the remaining Primordial Origin and Tidal Spiritual Power.

The four forces within his dantian churned into a destructive energy millstone.

Zhou Ran's pupils suddenly changed at this moment.

His left eye was a deep purple-gold, while his right eye was pitch black with a ring of azure.

At the cost of overdrawing one's life force, a temporary surge in power was achieved!

He exerted his strength suddenly!

The dragon core has left the body!

He pulled a dark blue pill the size of a human head out of the old dragon's flesh!

The remaining blood vessels and meridians were severed, causing blood to gush out. The old wound on the old dragon's abdomen was completely torn open, and the dragon's blood poured down like a waterfall.

Get Jiao Dan.

The force surged into his palm, and Zhou Ran almost thought he was holding not a pill, but a living, roaring young dragon.

The essence of four thousand years of cultivation pulsated in his palm, each beat propelling out an overwhelming and unstoppable innate true dragon energy.

The old dragon stopped roaring.

It let out a long, drawn-out wail, a sound devoid of violence, only filled with the weariness of being unloaded from a heavy burden, and the liberation of returning to nothingness.

The voice didn't sound like that of a ferocious beast, but more like that of a prisoner who had been imprisoned for four thousand years, letting out a long breath as the shackles hit the ground.

Its body shrank rapidly after losing the dragon core.

His body, once a hundred feet tall, shrank to fifty feet.

It shrank from fifty zhang to thirty zhang.

Large patches of black scales fell off, revealing the wrinkled, old skin underneath.

Without the nourishment of the Jiao Dan, the aging that had been forcibly suppressed for four thousand years erupted in just a few breaths.

The second bolt of lightning struck.

The purple-gold lightning bolt, twice as thick as the first one, pierced through the water layer and struck the old dragon's spine, which had lost the protection of its scales.

Zhou Ran managed to retreat a split second before the lightning struck, the terrifying aftershock blasting him more than ten feet away.

The charred wound on his right side had expanded to the point where the rise and fall of his lungs could be seen, and most of the Qilin scale pattern on his left arm was also broken.

But he is still alive.

The Dragon Elixir was in his hands.

The old dragon, however, had no way out.

The second bolt of lightning shattered its spine on the spot, and golden-red lightning and fire pierced from the dragon's horns to its tail, burning the entire dragon's body into a grayish-white color.

It did not struggle.

The moment the dragon pill left its body, it had already chosen its own fate.

Four thousand years of imprisonment have come to an end.

The old dragon's body slowly stiffened amidst the thunder and fire, eventually turning into a huge, grayish-white wreckage.

Slowly sinking along the edge of the water's eye into the endless depths of darkness.

Grayish-white scales peeled off the wreckage, turning into a silent snow of ashes that drifted and swirled in the dark river.

Each bone scale carries four thousand years of loneliness.

After the dragon's aura dissipated, the heavenly tribulation thunderclouds lost their target. The purple-gold lightning wandered back and forth in the dark clouds several times before finally dissipating unwillingly.

The moonlight shone on the river surface once again.

Zhou Ran knelt down on one knee in the mud.

There wasn't a single patch of intact skin left on his body; the unicorn bone on his left arm was exposed, and the three-colored scales were almost completely shattered.

The charred wound on his right rib stopped bleeding after being soaked in the river water, but the stark white bone was clearly visible.

Her legs could no longer support her body weight.

His right hand was still tightly gripping the dragon core.

The azure dragon energy within Dan's body surged into his parched meridians on its own, like the first spring rain arriving on cracked earth.

The remnants of the primordial chaos, residual demonic energy, and tidal spiritual power began to converge towards the dantian under the wash of dragon energy.

Within his dantian, the foundation stone for forming the core, forged from the essence of the dragon vein, came to life.

It is like a greedy mouth, indiscriminately swallowing all the energy that flows into the dantian, regardless of its attributes or consequences.

They eat everything from the wilderness, everything from demonic energy, and they accept everything from dragon energy without hesitation!

The foundation began to solidify.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, before the remnant soul of Ye Futian completely faded into silence, it left behind a final, fragmented thought.

"A divine gift... a cinnabar embryo..."

Zhou Ran didn't have time to understand the meaning of those four words.

A fleeting, ethereal figure emerged from the raised wreckage of the Susanoo.

The Great Master's physical body had been burned in the "Corpse Dissolution Escape," but his soul, that grayish-white speck of light, had not escaped.

It stopped above the ruins and reformed.

A semi-transparent humanoid silhouette, barely supported by the power of the soul, appeared in the water.

That was his gaunt appearance from a thousand years ago, thin, shriveled, with sunken eyes.

His soul form was extremely unstable, and the edges of his outline were constantly being reshaped by the erosion of the water, consuming his remaining soul essence with every breath.

But his empty soul eyes were fixed on the pulsating dragon core in Zhou Ran's hand.

"Give me the Dragon Core..."

The voice emitted by the phantom was erratic and carried a heavy ancient Japanese accent.

"I'll be able to go back..."

Returning to my homeland...

Back to Heian-kyo...

He drifted towards Zhou Ran, and with each step he took forward, his illusory figure dimmed a little.

Zhou Ran knelt in the mud, raised his bloodshot eyes, and stared at the ghost who was left with only obsession.

The dragon's essence pulsated in his palm, and dragon energy flowed continuously into his body.

The foundation stone in his dantian was condensing at an increasingly faster rate.