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

Zhou's back area was filled with black and gold qi and blood, which condensed into a black scale shield in the blink of an eye.

Fold it up and stick it in.

The Annihilation Law wrapped around the shovel blade was completely evaporated when it encountered the extremely strong blood and energy of the Primordial Overlord Body.

The folding shovel couldn't withstand the strangulation of the two forces and broke in two right in the middle.

The force of the shockwave flowed back along the handle of the shovel.

Ah Ning was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and crashed solidly into the edge of the white jade altar.

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Ah Ning lay on the ground, her mouth wide open, desperately inhaling.

The impact briefly brought her to her senses, fading half of her ashen complexion, leaving behind a deep-seated fear and pain that seemed to seep from the very marrow of her bones.

She stared at her two hands, which were trembling uncontrollably, tears mixed with blood from the corners of her mouth, falling onto the floor tiles.

She knew that a monster was living inside her.

A manipulator who can tear her will apart and trample it underfoot at any time.

"Kill me..."

Ah Ning screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse and out of tune, her forehead banging against the floor tiles again and again.

"A reincarnator..."

They are watching...

I couldn't control myself...

Kill me!

Don't let me get you into trouble!

She struggled desperately, trying to retain the last shred of human dignity before being completely reduced to a tool.

Zhou Ran turned around, stood there, and looked down at the woman whose face was full of despair.

A being who has reincarnated?

This must be the employer she was referring to.

They drove living people to become monsters who couldn't even die.

"Kill you?"

That's their rule.

Zhou Ran walked up to A Ning.

"If I, Zhou Ran, want you to live, then no one in this world can make you die!"

Before she could finish speaking, a look of despair welled up in Ah Ning's eyes again, and that controlling power was about to flare up once more.

She opened her mouth and bit her tongue.

Zhou Ran was faster.

He crouched down, bringing his right index and middle fingers together, and the strongest vitality of the Yin-Yang Technique condensed into a dazzling white light at his fingertips.

There were no fancy moves, only pure dominance and precision; he poked Ah Ning right between the eyebrows with a finger.

A white light entered his body.

Zhou Ran's domineering and unreasonable spiritual power rushed straight into A Ning's meridians, heading directly for the spiritual anchor point planted by the reincarnator deep in her sea of ​​consciousness.

The two forces clashed in Aning's narrow sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhou Ran's spiritual power didn't probe or maneuver in the slightest; it crushed the gray spiritual connection head-on.

The connection broke immediately.

Without energy, the gray runes spreading across Aning's body shattered and peeled away, turning into dust and dissipating.

With the crisis resolved, the overloaded meridians lost their support, and Aning completely exhausted herself. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

Miao Yingying quickly ran over, half-hugging her in her arms, and stuffed a heart-protecting pill into her mouth.

He survived, but he'll have to stay in bed for a long time.

Zhou Ran stood up and snorted coldly.

As he expected, it was indeed related to the underworld.

He turned around again and turned his gaze to the Primordial Origin Bone that was suspended at the intersection of the nine Primordial Chains and was making a "thump-thump" heartbeat.

Without any hesitation.

Zhou Ran stretched out his left arm, which was covered with dark cloud patterns, spread his five fingers, and grabbed the grayish-white bone.

The instant of contact.

The source bone quickly softened in his palm, transforming into a liquid ancient torrent. Carrying four thousand years of thirst, it directly broke through the barrier of the meridians in his left arm and poured into his limbs and bones.

"roar--"

Zhou Ran looked up and let out a long roar, his voice piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks, carrying the wildness of an ancient beast.

The second layer of seal on the "Primordial Overlord Body Technique" was completely torn apart by this primordial power.

The transformation of the physical body has begun.

The black and gold Qilin totem that Zhou Ran originally only covered his left arm and half of his chest expanded outwards, quickly spreading to his back and legs, until it covered every inch of his skin.

The black and gold light enveloped his entire body, turning him into a dazzling cocoon of light.

Within the cocoon of light, Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness underwent a transformation.

As the essence of the Origin Bone flowed into the dantian, a fragment of divine thought that had remained dormant inside the bone for over four thousand years was activated through the channel of the Primordial Bloodline.

A figure appeared out of nowhere in my mind.

It is not that the night has failed the heavens.

It was not Li Chengfeng in armor either.

He was a thin old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a plain long robe.

His face was so gaunt that his cheekbones protruded, but in his eyes burned something more violent than heavenly tribulation lightning.

Li Chengfeng's last remaining divine thought in the world.

A peerless Nascent Soul stage expert who single-handedly slayed an army from another world four thousand years ago and sealed the dimensional rift with his own primordial bone.

The creator of the Primordial Overlord Body.

Only a wisp of his divine consciousness remained, so thin it was almost transparent. Yet, its aura was so overwhelming that it made his sea of ​​consciousness tremble.

"The descendants of the Primordial Era who have reached this point."

The old man sized up Zhou Ran, his thin face revealing neither joy nor anger.

"It's a thousand years faster than I expected."

Zhou Ran raised an eyebrow, but didn't back down an inch:

"You're too kind, senior."

I'm not expecting to wait a thousand years.

Li Chengfeng ignored his stubbornness.

"You have glimpsed the illusory realm at Longhu Mountain."

Zhou Ran nodded.

That time when my divine sense sneaked into the Graveyard of the Heavens, I was almost stared to death by the Moon Princess. To this day, I still remember that chill down my spine.

"What did you see?"

"A dead civilization, a rotten planet, and a madwoman."

Li Chengfeng's gaunt face finally showed some change in expression.

His lips twitched down, it was hard to tell if it was a bitter smile or self-mockery.

"Crazy woman."

That description is quite apt.

"Four thousand years ago, I fought my way to the heart of the Void Realm and met Ji Yue once."

Li Chengfeng's voice deepened.

"That thing is neither a ghost, nor a demon, nor a human."

It is the will of the virtual realm itself. The more the virtual realm expands, the stronger it becomes.

So it keeps devouring other dimensions, not out of greed, but because that's how it lives.

Zhou Ran didn't say anything until two seconds later.

"What about the fusion of those planes?"

"The spiritual energy of Earth has dried up, and the rifts in the underworld have widened—was that also its doing?"

Li Chengfeng shook his head.

"The decline of spiritual energy on Earth is a natural law of the universe and has nothing to do with the Void Realm."

As for the widening of the rift in the underworld—”

He paused for a moment.

"That was done by people from the underworld themselves."

The rebels wanted to use the power of the Void Realm to overthrow the order of the Ten Palaces, so they deliberately broke through the dimensional barrier.

Ji Yue was merely going with the flow, waiting to reap the benefits.

Zhou Ran's pupils contracted slightly.

Therefore, from beginning to end, the engine of the dimensional fusion was not the virtual world, but the rebels of the underworld.

They wanted to overthrow Yama's rule, so they were willing to let wolves into the house and gamble with the entire planet.

"Why didn't you leave back then, senior?"

Zhou Ran asked.

He had thought about this problem for a long time.

A powerful being in the Nascent Soul stage is fully capable of ascending and leaving before the spiritual energy of Blue Star is exhausted.

Even without ascending to immortality, Li Chengfeng's strength would make it easy for him to escape to another dimension.

Why bother pulling out your own original bone and nailing it here to be a watchdog for four thousand years?

Li Chengfeng remained silent for a long time.

The air in my mind seemed to freeze.

"Walk?

"Of course I can walk."

The old man's voice became very soft, so soft that it didn't sound like the tone one would expect from a Nascent Soul stage expert who had once shattered stars.

"But my sister's soul is still trapped in the underworld."

I promised her I would bring her back to the world of the living.