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

Zhou Ran narrowed his eyes.

The information conveyed by employer Aning is overwhelming.

Sheng Hui Consortium?

Davis and his group were far from being able to even remember the entrance to the paradise, having had their memories erased by the higher power.

It couldn't be them.

That leaves only two possibilities.

Ah Ning's employers are either agents of the underworld rebels in the mortal realm.

Or, like Ye Futian in his own sea of ​​consciousness—he came from another dimension.

Zhou Ran curled the corners of his lips in his mind:

"I'm not afraid of the fish taking the bait, I'm afraid of the fish not taking the hook."

"Once we reach the land, the fish behind her will naturally surface."

Li Zhiyao remained silent for a moment.

"You look so much like my brother that it's scary."

Knowing it's a dead end, they still insist on forcing their way in.

"He died because he didn't have this demonic body of mine back then."

Zhou Ran was resolute.

Through these days of getting along, Zhou Ran discovered that Ye Futian, while not among the top-tier emperors, was still a formidable figure.

Compared to that Moon Emperor...

Zhou Ran felt it wasn't nearly enough.

Just mentioning Ji Yue's name makes Ye Futian almost wet his pants.

However, his cultivation technique is powerful enough that it is not something that other beings can easily provoke.

Li Zhiyao did not refute.

Her soul gradually faded within the Yin Gathering Banner, as awakening had consumed too much of her essence.

"Once you enter the underworld, find the bridge over the River of Oblivion."

There's something I hid there years ago.

"What is it?"

"...You'll find out then."

The sound completely disappeared.

Li Zhiyao once again entered the depths of the Soul Banner to recuperate.

Zhou Ran opened her eyes and refocused her attention on reality.

A Ning, who was not far away, seemed to sense something and turned around to look at Zhou Ran.

Eyes facing each other.

Ah Ning looked away first, somewhat flustered.

This woman is very good at hiding her true thoughts.

But Zhou Ran could tell that when she was bandaging her younger brother, she wrapped the bandage around Aqin's finger many times, making sure the base of the severed finger was tightly bound.

She genuinely wanted to protect her brother's life.

This cannot be faked.

They are not greedy, cold-blooded, or heartless people.

But there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on her body. Just who was her employer?

Zhou Ran could certainly search his soul.

Firstly, it was unnecessary, and secondly, Zhou Ran did not want to hurt anyone because of it.

After all, his domineering soul-searching technique could even shatter the soul to pieces.

Just then, Xiao Rou, who had been sitting cross-legged by the fire with her eyes closed, opened her eyes without warning.

Her face was completely bloodless.

A trickle of dark blood flowed from her left nostril and dripped onto her clothes.

Those eyes, which had always been morbidly fanatical, were now filled with solemnity.

She didn't bother wiping away the bloodstains, and quickly walked to Zhou Ran's side, lowering her voice.

"Owner.

The situation has changed.

"explain."

"Someone got down to the core area 700 meters underground before us."

Xiao Rou's fingers trembled slightly.

The pain of the Gu worm's backlash was shooting upwards along the finger bones.

"Some of the white jade 'Listening to the Wind' that I had previously scattered in other tomb raiders' tunnels have reached the very bottom by following the ventilation shafts."

They just sent back a signal.

Zhou Ran frowned:

"What signal?"

Xiao Rou bit her lower lip hard.

"What those Gu worms sensed..."

It was neither human nor an ordinary spirit of the underworld.

Her voice was lowered even further.

"It's a scent I've never encountered before."

Zhou Ran pondered this sentence repeatedly.

Could it be the aura of those things from four thousand years ago?

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang's thick eyebrows shot up, and he picked up his shovel, ready to charge forward.

"grass!

We've worked so hard to clear the landmines above, and someone actually dares to steal Ran Ge's opportunity from below?

go!

"I'm going to tear these shameless bastards to pieces right now!"

Zhou Ran reached out to stop him.

Xiao Rou grabbed the fat man's clothes.

She looked up at Zhou Ran.

Those eyes weren't filled with fear of death, but with the fear that they weren't strong enough to protect the person in front of them.

"No need to rush, Master."

"The last emotion conveyed by the Wind-Listening Gu was extreme despair and fear."

Those who reached 700 meters first—

They've all just died.

"all?"

Fatty Wang stopped using the Luoyang shovel in his hand.

"Not one left."

Xiao Rou's voice was trembling.

"From the moment the signal was sent to the moment it was completely cut off, it took no more than three breaths."

Three breaths.

The stone platform fell into dead silence.

No one speaks.

A chilling wind blew from deep within the tunnel, passing through the cracks in the rock and emitting a series of mournful whistles.

Zhou Ran's purple-gold demonic eyes lit up in the darkness.

"Let's go see what's playing tricks on us."

Ah Ning held the water bottle, her palms sweating slightly.

She knew better than anyone how terrifying those Western superhumans sent by her employer were.

The power capable of wiping them out in three breaths is beyond the scope of human comprehension.

She glanced back at the incredibly handsome man, but ultimately said nothing.

Zhou Ran stretched his neck, his demonic eyes flashing.

Beneath the dark abyss lies not only the source bone that completes the Primordial Overlord Body.

It also harbors an unknown terror that could instantly annihilate a high-level supernatural exploration team.

"Pack your things and keep going."

......

Half an hour ago.

700 meters underground.

A vast and breathtaking underground corridor dating back to the Han Dynasty.

There is no soil or gravel; the entire passageway is made of solid white marble and blue bricks.

A dozen or so blond, blue-eyed white men, dressed in specially made bulletproof armor and carrying high-powered assault rifles, cautiously moved forward on the floor tiles engraved with cloud and thunder patterns.

They worked in small groups, resembling a world-class commando team.

They are high-ranking superhumans from the Holy Radiance Foundation.

Accompanying him were several remnants of "Iron-Headed Li's" band of tomb raiders who had miraculously survived on the ground.

The lead white superhuman blasted open a heavy white jade door.

What came into view was not some ferocious tomb guardian beast, but a mountain of priceless national treasures.

The bronze tripod inlaid with gold and silver hunting scenes and the two-meter-tall bronze lotus and crane square pot exude an ancient luster.

The walls are covered with brightly colored "Four Gods and Clouds" paintings.

The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise appear lifelike under the illumination of the ever-burning lamp.

Extreme greed gleamed in the eyes of the white superhuman.

He strode forward and reached out to touch the bronze lotus and crane square pot.

"If these items were shipped back to European auction houses, they would be enough to buy a small country."

However, when his fingers touched the surface of the square pot, he noticed that the texture was not right.

It wasn't the cold patina of bronze, but rather a wet, sticky layer of liquid.

He turned on his tactical flashlight and shone it.

The lotus petals carved on the square pot were dripping with dark brown blood.

Upon seeing this, a seasoned tomb raider from Henan who was following behind collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.

He was trembling all over, muttering incoherently:

"Old, old cat monkey..."

This is the legendary old cat-monkey that eats the brains of the dead.

"Sir, you mustn't touch this! If you do, you'll be finished!"

The white superhuman glanced back at him, not even bothering to say another word.

A B-grade wind blade materialized in his hand, and a sharp glint flashed past.

The old tomb raider's head slid off his neck and rolled away, splattering blood onto the "Four Gods and Clouds" mural.

"That superstitious old man!"