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

Zhou Ran's divine consciousness avatar floated above the sea of ​​consciousness.

The old demon Ye Futian had his soul pierced by 108 Soul-Suppressing Nails, and black demonic energy sizzled at the wound.

Looking into Zhou Ran's eyes, which were devoid of any warmth, he felt a genuine chill for the first time.

The saying goes, "Raising pigs for a thousand days is for using them in one moment."

This old demon's essence is the best fuel for Core Formation.

Zhou Ran didn't waste any words.

He formed the starting hand seal for the "Nine Nether Soul Devouring Technique" in front of his body.

The spiritual energy within his sea of ​​consciousness began to surge wildly backward.

The dark blue runes of law gathered above Zhou Ran's head, weaving together to form a dark blue millstone that was ten feet long.

The millstone is divided into upper and lower layers, and when it rotates, it emits a harsh sound of bones being crushed.

The sound acted directly on the soul, its tearing force penetrating to the very foundation of the spirit.

Ye Futian sensed that aura of law.

He knew this taste all too well.

This is pure plunder, an annihilation that leaves no chance for reincarnation.

Zhou Ran!

You dare to devour this emperor!

"My demonic energy will directly burst your dantian!"

Ye Futian struggled frantically, causing the Soul-Suppressing Nails to clang loudly.

Zhou Ran did not answer.

The hands are pressed down sharply in a mudra.

The dark blue millstone emitted a terrifying suction force.

Blue chains shot out from the center of the millstone, binding Ye Futian's soul and limbs.

"No!

Stop!

Seeing that a direct assault was hopeless, Ye Futian softened his tone.

This once-powerful Demon Emperor has finally let go of his last bit of laughable pride.

But letting go of pride hurts more than being crushed by a millstone.

He is Ye Futian.

The Nine Heavens of the Demon Realm, ten thousand years ago, were a map he carved out one by one with his sword.

All demons bowed their heads, and all heroes knelt in worship.

Now, he's been trapped in the consciousness of a Foundation Establishment child, being raised like a pig for a year and a half, fattened up and then slaughtered.

"My good disciple!"

Spare my life!

I still have the coordinates of thirteen ancient ruins in my mind!

I also know of three ancient techniques that are even stronger than the "Great Sun Tathagata Purification Mantra"!

"As long as you leave me even a sliver of my soul, all of this is yours!"

Zhou Ran's expression was indifferent.

"I don't believe in the promises of the living, let alone the promises of the dead."

"Coordinates and techniques, I'll sort through your memories myself after I've thoroughly analyzed them."

Zhou Ran urged the millstone to move, and the chains taut.

Ye Futian's soul was forcibly torn from the void and dragged into the gap between the upper and lower millstones.

The millstone rotates faster.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream exploded in his mind.

The millstone grinds inch by inch over the body of the night-burdened sky.

The pure black essence of the Demon Emperor was forcibly stripped away, turning into a viscous black liquid that dripped down the edge of the millstone.

The excruciating pain drove Ye Futian into complete madness.

"You want to devour me, the Emperor!"

"Then let's die together!"

In a desperate situation, Ye Futian detonated all the remaining demonic energy within his body.

His soul collapsed, breaking free from the chains, and transformed into a narrow-backed demonic blade as black as ink.

Black Asura fire burned on the blade as it slashed straight at Zhou Ran's core divine sense.

A strike at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

Zhou Ran's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Taihuang Town!"

He hadn't dared to push this old devil to this point before because he didn't have enough countermeasures.

Now, his Primordial Overlord Body is fully capable of withstanding the old demon's backlash.

The power of the Primordial Origin Bone from the outside world was drawn in and fed back into the sea of ​​consciousness.

A giant black-gold Qilin claw emerged from the chaos above the sea of ​​consciousness, carrying an unparalleled savage weight, and slapped the blade of the demonic sword that was slashing down.

Click.

The demonic blade shattered inch by inch.

Nightfall's last strength was pulverized by pure violence.

The black mist dissipated.

Ye Futian's extremely weak face appeared in the air.

As he looked at Zhou Ran's even more cold-blooded and decisive demeanor than his own, the madness in his eyes slowly faded.

He had stopped struggling.

Three thousand years of memories flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

The scene of the Demon Palace in the Ninth Heaven, the thirty-six Demon Generals lined up in a long row to worship, and the dusk when he single-handedly pierced through the Seventh Heaven with a single sword.

It's all his.

It's all gone.

Ye Futian raised his mutilated hand and drew a black streak of light in the void.

Zhou Ran's eyes narrowed, but he found that the light trail was not hostile.

A fist-sized black bead was peeled out from the deepest part of his soul core and hung between the two of them.

The bead contains the entirety of the nine heavens of the demon realm.

The location of each demon palace, the entrance to each secret passage, the names and weaknesses of the thirty-six demon generals.

"My things..."

It won't benefit outsiders.

Ye Futian's voice was no longer coherent; each word escaped from his cracked lips.

"Since you have swallowed me, the Nine Heavens of the Demon Realm shall be yours."

Go sit in that chair.

Go make those bastards kneel before you!

Zhou Ran caught the black bead without any hesitation.

Don't worry.

"I'll take care of your demon realm for you."

Ye Futian's lips twitched.

On that shattered face, it was impossible to tell whether it was a smile or a cry.

His gaze swept across the chaotic void in his sea of ​​consciousness, which had been spinning for three thousand years, as if he were looking at his own tombstone.

"What a fine young man..."

I, the Emperor, will not die unjustly at your hands.

Go and fight! Step over my corpse and become the king of this world!

Bang.

Ye Futian's divine soul exploded completely, transforming into countless pure black primordial light spots.

The azure millstone spun at full speed, absorbing all these unclaimed demonic essences into it.

After removing the last impurities and fragments of consciousness, it transforms into the purest primordial energy and pours into the center of Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhou Ran withdrew his spiritual defenses.

The physical body in the outside world begins to guide these origins.

A massive amount of energy surged into the dantian along the meridians.

The three-colored embryo that was originally suspended in the center of the dantian burst out with a strong suction force, swallowing up the source of the demonic path.

The surface of the embryo trembled violently.

A fourth, deep, dark black line quickly emerged between the original black, gold, crimson, and dark blue colors.

The four colors intertwine, achieving a strange balance.

The embryonic body had grown larger, and its surface was covered with a layer of chaotic, faint light that was difficult to look at directly.

It's just one step away from becoming a true Golden Core.

But the power behind that kick alone is enough to make ordinary Golden Core cultivators look up in awe.

A corner of the main hall.

Zhou Ran opened her eyes.

Deep within the purple-gold pupils, there was an additional layer of pitch-black background, the kind only found in the Demon Abyss.

He stood up, his bones cracking, his blood rushing through his veins, causing his temples to throb.

Half an hour, not a second off.

Emperor Song sat on his throne, watching Zhou Ran's transformation with satisfaction.

"Very clean hands and feet."

You're better suited for dirty work than Li Chengfeng.

As Emperor Song raised his hand, a token that was neither gold nor jade, with "Guiyang" engraved on the front and the character "Li" engraved on the back, transformed into a stream of light and flew towards Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran caught the token.

It feels cool to the touch, with a unique, soothing quality.

Emperor Song stood up, and the Netherworld Inscriptions in the main hall flickered violently.

"Take it. After you leave, the mess in the underworld will only get bigger."

Of the ten courts, the judges of three courts have been secretly colluding with the rebels.

The city of King Qin Guang, the first king, is being besieged.

The cracks in the illusory realm were widening, and those scum were pouring things into the underworld every day.

"I alone cannot plug ten mouths."

Zhou Ran understood the implied meaning.

Each of the Ten Kings of Hell guards a region; the rebellion of the Three Kings is equivalent to 30% of their forces turning against them.

"So you need a knife from the mortal realm."

"It's not a knife from the mortal realm."

It is a blade capable of piercing both the realms of Yin and Yang simultaneously.

Emperor Song stared at Zhou Ran.

"At the Foundation Establishment stage, you can only catch your breath in my palace."

Only after you have achieved the Golden Core stage will you be qualified to stand on the battlefield of the Ten Palaces without being crushed to dust.

Go and form your elixir.

When you have achieved the Golden Core, I will summon you.

"When the time comes, bring your men and accompany me to slay the rebels and cleanse the Ten Courts of Hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Song slapped his palm towards the top of the hall.

The rift that tore through the void was temporarily sealed off by the giant net formed by the laws of the underworld.

"Go back the way you came."

Don't let those small fry defile my territory.