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

Li Zhiyao's soul retreated into the Gathering Yin Banner without leaving a trace.

Zhou Ran kept those five words stuck in his throat.

Speaking out now would only strip away any remaining dignity that woman had.

Once she obtains the Guiyang Token and truly establishes herself in the sunlight, her words will carry more weight.

The Primordial Bone in his palm completely dispersed, merging into his blood and bones along the meridians.

The rock strata 700 meters underground shook without warning.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared along the edge of the white jade altar.

The nine ancient iron chains, erected four thousand years ago, lost their central suppressive force and, with several muffled thuds, all fell into the void below.

The abyss gap, which had been suppressed for four thousand years, was completely torn open in both directions.

Something climbed up from beneath the illusory shadow of the starry sky.

A gigantic, pale hand, as large as a dozen football fields, emerged from the bottomless abyss and clung tightly to the edge of the gap.

Hundreds of compound eyes grew densely on the back of his hand, their pupils rolling wildly, revealing a chaotic and greedy desire.

A large swirling gray mist swirled around the front of the giant hand.

That was pure nothingness.

Its knuckles gripped the white marble steps.

There was no sound of stones breaking, nor any dust flying around.

Half of the steps disappeared out of thin air, their existence directly erased by the underlying laws.

This is the ultimate method for consuming countless civilizations across different dimensions.

Ah Ning had just recovered from the pain of her broken bones when she looked up and was met with this scene.

Her legs went weak, her lips turned completely white, and she couldn't even muster the strength to scream. Her fingers gripped the cracks in the brickwork tightly.

Wang Pangzi and Miao Yingying were also forced back several steps, their breathing becoming erratic.

His usual level of cultivation became useless in the face of dimensional overwhelming power.

Zhou Ran was amused.

The loud laughter echoed in the empty underground space, revealing a violence that had been suppressed for too long.

Li Chengfeng had just given him directions and was worried about not finding anything to practice on when a tough punching bag was delivered right to his door.

"Trying to cross over and prey on people?"

Zhou Ran shook his right arm, and the joints cracked.

"Your master Ji Yue never taught you to read the almanac when you go out."

Even if that crazy woman comes in person, I'll chop off two of her fingers to go with my drink today.

Slightly lower both knees.

The white jade bricks beneath his feet shattered completely.

Zhou Ran was lifted up from the ground.

The black and gold Qilin totem came to life completely.

That is the tangible flow of Qi and blood on the body's surface.

Today, we'll use this white hand to test the quality of the third level of the Primordial Overlord Body.

He did not use any Taoist techniques or activate the Yin-Yang Formula.

Li Chengfeng's words were still etched into my mind.

The virtual realm consumes definitions, but not physical bodies.

The old man used his divine body to suppress the crack back then, relying on this very principle.

His enlightenment on "emptiness" and "idealism" at Longhu Mountain is consistent with this principle.

Reject all external rules and establish only your own way.

I stand here, and I am the ultimate truth.

Let's give it a try.

In mid-air, his body was drawn up like a fully drawn bow.

He raised his right leg high, tearing through the thin air and creating a long, sharp sonic boom cloud, then slammed it down on the back of the hand covered in compound eyes with the force of a mad slash.

The heel landed firmly on the center of the back of the hand.

There are no special lighting effects, only the most hardcore physical collisions.

The sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the underground cavity.

The ethereal giant hand, said to be able to reduce everything to zero, had a large area crushed by the pure brute force of the Golden Core level.

The gray mist attempted to obliterate Zhou Ran's flesh and blood, but the dark gold totem firmly blocked it from entering.

The physical body withstood the erasure of nothingness.

The tyranny of the Taihuang Overlord Body, whose "I am the rule" principle, was fully revealed at this moment.

The compound eyes on the back of my hand could not withstand the pressure and broke off one after another.

There was no blood or flesh flying everywhere; the exploded area collapsed back into nothingness, leaving not even fragments behind.

Pure nothingness is a creation whose very death is annihilation.

The giant hand winced in pain, its fingers spasming violently, loosening their grip at the edge of the gash, and retreating back into the desolate starry sky.

A long, mournful wail echoed from the depths of the abyss.

Zhou Ran rolled over and landed, his tactical boots crushing the debris on the ground.

It's easy to slap your hand back.

But the crack has already opened, and brute force alone cannot close it tightly.

He hasn't reached the Nascent Soul stage yet, so he can't learn Li Chengfeng's high-level skills of mending the sky with his bare hands.

Since the door can't be closed, let's change the lock.

Zhou Ran's hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals.

The source of the Fiend that had just been swallowed in his dantian was completely drawn out and gathered at the tips of his ten fingers.

Relying on the fragments of the array left by Li Chengfeng in his mind, he forcibly poured the death energy of the underworld into the array eye of the white jade altar.

Those of the same origin repel each other; grafting one thing onto another.

He wanted to directly graft this leaky hole in the void onto the bottom passage of the underworld.

The space around the white jade altar spun wildly.

The gray spots faded.

Two bronze gates, each a hundred feet tall, squeezed into this underground space from the void.

The facade is carved with a scene of a hundred demons walking at night, depicting a yaksha skinning a demon and a hungry ghost cooking a heart; just one glance is enough to make one's eyes sting with tears.

The heavy metal door panel was slightly ajar.

The sound of turbid water rushing in came from behind the door.

A cold wind blew, carrying the ashes of burnt paper money, and brushed against everyone's cheeks.

This door leads to the underworld.

Zhou Ran turned around and shook off the stains on his cuffs.

He looked at the pale-faced group behind him.

"I've got all the cards I have up my sleeve."

Zhou Ran assigned the task,

"Fatty, take these prisoners and head back to Jiangcheng along the same route."

Fatty Wang opened his mouth wide and hoisted the Luoyang shovel onto his shoulder.

He knew that his 200 pounds of flesh was a burden to others if he stayed, so he didn't haggle.

"Brother, go ahead without worry."

Xiao Rou crawled over the white jade bricks, her knees brushing against the bricks, her hands gripping Zhou Ran's trouser legs tightly.

She tilted her head back, her whites of her eyes bloodshot.

"Master, my life belongs to you."

Let me take the Wind-Listening Gu down to pave the way for you...

"The water down there is bottomless; your few bugs wouldn't even be enough to fill a gap between your teeth."

Zhou Ran interrupted her, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Go back to Jiangcheng."

Don't be a burden.

Xiao Rou chipped her lower lip with her teeth, and blood flowed down her chin.

One by one, loosen your ten fingers.

Zhou Ran patted the Yin-gathering banner at his waist.

"To find someone to guide you, you need to find a local who knows the ropes."

Right, Judge Li?

A cold, eerie blue light flashed across the face of the Gathering Yin Banner, and it accepted the task.

Zhou Ran didn't look at them again.

He put his hands back in his pockets, took long strides, and stepped through the bronze gate, braving the biting wind blowing from behind him.

As soon as a person stepped across the threshold, the two hundred-foot-long doors behind him closed shut, sealing off any escape route.

The white mist in front of us was blown several feet away by the wind.

The soil beneath my feet is not yellow earth.

It is a long bridge made entirely of human skulls and ribs.

The bridge extends outwards, spanning the churning, murky river.

Countless mangled limbs and rotten flesh drifted along the river.

Approach bridge.

A tall shadow loomed at the bridgehead.

He wore a judge's mask covered in rust on his head and was dressed in an old official's robe covered in patches.

A long, purplish-red tongue hung down from the bottom of the mask, dragging across the surface of the bone bridge.

Those dead fish-like eyes wandered over the black and gold totems covering Zhou Ran's body.

The third hall houses the long-tongued ghosts who serve under the Song emperor.

The giant tongue struck the bridge surface, making a clattering sound.

"Four thousand years have passed..."

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