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

The River of Oblivion churned, and a foul-smelling wind swept across the Bridge of Bones.

Zhou Ran stood at the bridgehead, staring at the towering, ghostly figure in official robes, standing three zhang tall.

A chilling green light emanated from the holes in the long-tongued demon mask, and the sticky tongue that dragged on the ground hissed as it corroded the bone bridge.

"You're early."

The long-tongued demon opened its mouth, its voice hoarse and sticky.

Zhou Ran stood with his feet apart.

The primordial energy and blood flowed beneath the skin and flesh, tightly sealing the three-colored embryonic core within the dantian.

This space is filled with invisible threads of law, and the underlying logic of the underworld rejects the living.

For a living person to enter the underworld is to defy the will of Heaven.

Zhou Ran looked up, and the black and gold totem on his left arm faintly glowed with firelight:

"Save your nonsense for when you're in your coffin."

Lead the way to the person who can make the final decision.

The long-tongued demon let out a piercing, sinister laugh.

The giant tongue hanging on the ground instantly straightened, and the barbs on its surface stood up, stirring up the three-zhang-high waters of the River of Oblivion under the bridge, which crashed down on Zhou Ran.

The Yin Water carries a deathly aura that can melt bones and destroy the soul, enough to instantly dissolve the physical body of a Golden Core cultivator.

Zhou Ran did not dodge.

He suddenly spread his five fingers wide, and the power of the Primordial Origin Bone burst forth from his palm.

The purest Yang energy condensed into a scalding wave of energy, which crashed through the falling river water.

stab-

The moment the Yin Water touched Zhou Ran's arm, it was instantly evaporated into a large cloud of white mist by the terrifying heat of his body.

Taking advantage of the moisture, Zhou Ran pushed off with his foot, creating several cracks on the surface of the White Bone Bridge.

He leaned close to the long-tongued demon, his right hand forming a claw, and grabbed the base of the long tongue.

"You brat, how dare you!"

The flames spread along his fingertips.

The long-tongued demon let out a muffled groan, and the green light beneath its mask flickered violently.

It tried to pull its tongue back, only to find that the living person in front of it, who was at the Foundation Establishment stage, was so powerful that it was completely unreasonable.

"lead the way."

Zhou Ran increased the pressure with her fingers, her nails digging into the festering flesh.

"Or I'll pull out your tongue and walk away myself."

The long-tongued demon stopped struggling, and its mask slowly twitched.

It withdrew its tongue, turned, and drifted into the depths of the thick fog.

Zhou Ran shook off the sticky liquid from his hands and strode after him.

A human and a ghost crossed the long bridge of bones, and the gloom ahead was forcibly torn apart by some invisible force.

A grand hall, constructed entirely of obsidian and the bones of an unknown behemoth, rose from the ground.

The grand hall soared into the dark red sky, without a single window; only a tattered plaque hung above the entrance.

The Third Hall.

Standing in front of this grand hall, the air felt so thick that you had to squeeze it out; every breath felt like it was cutting into your lungs.

The long-tongued demon stopped outside the temple gate and knelt on the ground.

Zhou Ran stepped over the half-meter-high bronze threshold.

boom!

The moment his toes touched the ground, a force ten thousand times greater than gravity slammed into Zhou Ran's shoulder without warning.

This is not magic; it is the crushing power of the entire Third Palace dimensional rules.

There was no light inside the palace, and the throne hung high in the chaos at the far end of the hall.

A pair of dark golden eyes opened on the throne.

Emperor Song.

One of the Ten Kings of Hell.

Even with Zhou Ran activating his Demon Eyes, he still couldn't clearly see the features of the Song Emperor.

But that was accompanied by the gaze of those eyes.

The oppressive aura, powerful enough to crush an ordinary Golden Core cultivator into mincemeat, rippled outwards in black waves and pressed directly towards Zhou Ran's face.

The obsidian tiles on the ground cracked with a piercing sound under this oppressive force.

A series of loud popping sounds came from Zhou Ran's knees.

The leg bones bent under a force of ten thousand times the normal gravity, and every muscle was being pulled wildly on the verge of tearing.

You want me to kneel down?

dream!"

Zhou Ran's eyes snapped open, and a purple-gold light pierced the darkness.

The Primordial Bone was operating beyond its limits within the body, and the black-gold totem spread from the left arm to the entire body, bearing all the weight.

He slowly straightened his spine.

Click!

Click!

The obsidian floor tiles beneath their feet crumbled completely.

Zhou Ran stood in the rubble pit, raised his head, met the gaze of Emperor Song, and stood up straight.

That arrogance and unruliness pushed back the oppressive aura in the main hall by half a foot.

"what?"

A soft sigh came from the throne.

The weight pressing down on Zhou Ran instantly dissipated.

Zhou Ran moved his sore shoulders, and the flow of qi and blood in his body quickly soothed the muscle tears.

Emperor Song descended from the throne amidst chaos.

He wasn't wearing the imperial crown from the play; he was only wearing a long black robe.

His face was indistinct, but the aura that held sway over life and death was undeniable.

"At the Foundation Establishment stage, his physical body was able to withstand the decree of this hall."

Purely physical rules...

Your approach to the Dao, based on idealism, is off-track, but very stable.

Emperor Song stopped ten steps in front of Zhou Ran.

"Four thousand years ago, Li Chengfeng also stood here."

That madman, wielding a halberd, was about to smash my table.

Upon hearing that name, Zhou Ran raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You smell like him."

That kind of madness is practically identical.

The Song emperor spoke in a flat tone.

"Let's skip the reminiscing."

Where is Li Zhiyao's Guiyang Token?

Zhou Ran got straight to the point without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Emperor Song let out a low laugh:

"The rebels from the underworld colluded with the void realm to tear open the crack in Mangshan."

Even those few good-for-nothings under my command contributed.

If the world of the living is in chaos, the world of the dead will not be clean either.

"I can give you the Guiyang Token."

Emperor Song raised his hand, and his fingertips drew a blue legal rune in the air.

"The premise is that you must form your core as quickly as possible to become the blade that breaks through the deadlock."

The three-colored embryo within you harbors great ambitions, but it lacks a core divine intent.

The Song Emperor's gaze pierced through Zhou Ran's flesh and looked directly into his sea of ​​consciousness:

"That pill was just an empty shell."

Not only that, but you also have an old guy hiding in your head.

Without eliminating internal toxicities, external paths cannot be successfully established.

If you don't kill him, he will surely kill you when you reach the Core Formation stage.

Zhou Ran's eyes grew even colder:

"I'll keep him; he'll definitely be useful."

"Too slow."

Emperor Song flicked his finger.

The dark blue rune traversed space and entered Zhou Ran's brow.

Zhou Ran did not dodge.

There was no murderous intent on the runes.

Information enters the body, and a large number of complex techniques and routes explode in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Nine Nether Soul Devouring Technique

The highest secret technique lost in the underworld.

Ignoring the difference in realms, they forcibly plunder the essence of others to supplement their own.

Extremely domineering and extremely insidious.

Zhou Ran quickly skimmed through the contents of the secret technique.

This technique is practically a cleaner tailor-made for him.

"Take this magic formula."

Clear the filth from your mind.

Emperor Song turned and walked back to his throne.

"Go to the corner of the main hall."

I will protect you for half an hour.

"No time wasters."

Zhou Ran closed his eyes, feeling the domineering and unparalleled soul-devouring path in his mind.

He walked to a huge bronze pillar and sat down cross-legged.

With his divine sense focused inward, the Primordial Qi and Blood directly sealed off the entire edge of his sea of ​​consciousness, leaving not even a crack.

In the darkness deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, Ye Futian, who was nailed to the void by the Soul-Suppressing Nail, sensed something was wrong.

The old demon's fragmented soul began to writhe restlessly.

Zhou Ran's divine avatar appeared before Ye Futian.

Looking at the Demon Emperor, who was nailed into a starfish shape, he finally revealed a relieved smile.

"Master, wake up."

"Your disciple has a great gift for you."