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

The withered fingers of the corpse monk pierced into the tough flesh of the large black man, producing a chilling sound of flesh and bone separating.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, Dahei's neck bone was broken by that hand with brute force.

With a flick of his arm, the Corpse Monk sent the massive black creature, weighing hundreds of kilograms, flying into a distant wall and kicking up a cloud of dust. It lay motionless in the ruins.

"puff--"

Miao Yingying's mind was shaken by the severe injury to her natal corpse puppet. She felt a sweet taste in her throat and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The color drained from her face instantly.

"It's over..."

"This isn't even on the same level..."

Miao Yingying's expression was ashen.

"These things aren't just corpse monks; each one is comparable to a corpse king!"

The success of the first corpse monk stirred up all its kind. The remaining hundred-plus dried corpses all rose up, transforming into swift black shadows, their bodies emanating a millennium of accumulated corpse energy and killing intent, rushing towards the three people at the door from all directions.

Such an attack involves no skill, only the most primal power and speed.

Even if a terrestrial deity were to appear before him, he would be torn to pieces in a single encounter.

Blood trickled from the corner of Lin Qingxue's eye. The intense pain made her unsteady, but she did not retreat even a step. She continued to stare intently at the approaching horde of corpses, her grayish-white pupils gleaming as she tried to find a glimmer of hope.

"Zhou Ran...their power originates...in the dantian..."

She shouted the words with all her might, her body already swaying.

Zhou Ran's gaze fell on Lin Qingxue, who was standing in front of him and whose back was trembling. His expression changed slightly.

He reached out and gently pressed Lin Qingxue's shoulder, pulling her behind him.

"Noisy."

He uttered two words, his tone flat.

Faced with the horde of corpses that seemed to be descending from the sky and intending to devour everything, he didn't even bother to draw his sword.

"You couldn't shake the might of Heaven in life, yet you dare to block my demonic chariot in death?"

The moment he finished speaking.

Zhou Ran's pupils transformed into bottomless pools, a profound darkness that swallowed everything and submerged all light.

An overwhelmingly powerful aura suddenly awakened within him!

That was neither spiritual energy nor murderous intent.

That power originated from the Nine Netherworlds and transcended reincarnation; it was the original demonic power belonging to the Demon Emperor Ye Futian!

If these corpse monks are ferocious creatures born from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, then Zhou Ran is the master of that mountain of corpses and seas of blood!

hum-

An invisible aura swept across the hall, centered on Zhou Ran.

The leader, a corpse monk, who was at the forefront and had leaped into the air, suddenly froze in mid-air.

next interest.

pat!

It fell straight down from mid-air and crashed to the ground.

Instead of getting up to launch another attack, it knelt down on both knees in a posture of instinctive fear.

The head was slammed against the hard stone slab, and the entire skeleton was violently colliding.

Followed by.

pat!

pat!

pat!

Inside the main hall, the sound of kneeling filled the air.

The more than one hundred corpse monks that surged forward seemed to have their vital points suppressed by an invisible giant hand.

The demon army that was devouring people just a moment ago was now kneeling on the ground, facing Zhou Ran and prostrating themselves.

There was no roaring, no struggling.

Only fear from the very source of the soul can make them submit.

In an instant, the entire hall transformed from a battlefield into a solemn pilgrimage site.

Miao Yingying wiped the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, stared blankly at the scene, her mouth slightly open, unable to speak for a long time.

"This...this..."

Her thoughts completely stopped.

"Without incantations, without magic bells, just standing there... and you can make ten thousand corpses submit?"

"Is he... is he a human or a demon?"

In her experience, even if her master, who was revered as the "King of Corpses," were to personally arrive at the scene, the only thing he would do in the face of such a situation was to turn around and run for his life.

But Zhou Ran, simply by standing still, captivated the entire audience.

This has nothing to do with the superiority of spells, but rather with the fundamental suppression of life level!

Zhou Ran walked calmly into the horde of corpses.

As he passed by, those ferocious corpse monks would even try their best to shrink their bodies smaller, for fear that their presence would disturb the king's steps.

Zhou Ran walked up to the leader, the Corpse Monk, and casually stretched out his right hand.

puff.

His palm probed into the dantian of the corpse monk, which was as solid as gold and stone, without any resistance.

When he withdrew his hand, there was a jet-black, shiny bead the size of a pigeon egg in his palm.

Corpse pill.

The crystallized essence of a thousand-year-old zombie is a rare and precious treasure for those who cultivate the Yin-cold lineage.

After the corpse monk's core was taken, his body began to rapidly weather away, turning into dust.

Even after it had completely disappeared, it maintained its kneeling posture, daring not to harbor the slightest resentment.

"The condition is alright."

Zhou Ran glanced at it and casually tossed the corpse pill behind him.

"Take it."

Miao Yingying, still lost in thought, subconsciously reached out and caught it.

The chilling yet energetic touch sent a shiver through her body.

"For...for me?"

"Your iron corpse is destroyed. Use this to forge an even better one when you get back."

Miao Yingying clutched the corpse pill tightly, gazing at that proud figure's back. The resentment she felt for the destruction of Dahei had long since vanished.

An uncontrollable urge to "cling to a powerful figure" surged up within me.

That's...too extravagant!

After the leader, the Corpse Monk, was weathered away, hundreds of Corpse Monks were completely transformed into sculptures.

After passing through the horde of corpses, the three arrived at the depths of the main hall.

There is no way forward.

There was only one isolated stone bridge spanning the bottomless darkness.

At the bridgehead stood a stone tablet with two large characters engraved in blood: "Judgment".

Beneath the bridge lies the true abyss.

A dark, howling wind blew up from below.

thump...

thump...

thump...

The sound, like the beating of a massive heart, could be heard exceptionally clearly here, and with each beat, it resonated with one's very soul.

"The Road Between Yin and Yang, the Bridge of Judgment."

Lin Qingxue walked to the bridge, her face pale and her voice weak.

She tugged at Zhou Ran's clothes.

"Zhou Ran, on the bridge... there are only shadows."

"Countless shadows of severed limbs and broken arms wandered back and forth on the bridge."

They are...waiting to pull everyone crossing the bridge down with them.

In her vision, the bridge was covered with translucent vengeful spirits.

They were staring intently at these few living prey with longing eyes.

"A vengeful spirit?"

Zhou Ran let out a cold snort.

"Perfect timing, my Zanpakuto hasn't been awakened yet."

Just as he was about to step onto the stone bridge.

A loud bang came from behind.

A violent explosion occurred at the entrance behind the three people.

The rampaging energy swept the kneeling corpses into a shower of bone dust.

"Zhou Ran!"

"This humble Taoist priest has been waiting for you for a long time!!"

A loud, arrogant laugh, accompanied by a foul-smelling, demonic wind, filled the entire hall.

The evil wind subsided.

Lingxu Daoist stood in the center of the main hall, holding a whisk in his hand and looking gloomy.

His Taoist robe was torn, and his skin was covered with dark purple patches.

He had long lost his air of otherworldly wisdom and looked no different from a living corpse that had just crawled out of his grave.

Behind him were two other figures shrouded in wide black robes.

He was burly and exuded an unsettling aura of death.

Lingxu Daoist's crimson pupils locked onto Zhou Ran at the bridgehead, making no attempt to conceal his greed.

"Thank you for clearing the way for me and getting rid of these troublesome watchdogs."

"As a token of my gratitude, let this Zhenhun Temple serve as your final resting place today!"

"Your body, your soul, and the primordial yin essence of those two women—I will not spare a single one!"