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

"Why me?"

"Because you don't believe in fate."

Meng Po answered quickly.

"Penglai believes in deduction, the Ten Kings believe in authority, the Ghost Emperor believes in cultivation, and Yama believes in tribulation."

You don't trust anyone.

"These kinds of people are the most annoying."

She coughed twice, and the pale yellow light in the half-bowl diminished by one ring.

"And also the one most likely to flip the table."

Fatty Wang gritted his teeth and stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

"I love hearing what you said, Mother-in-law. Ran-ge may not be good at anything else, but he's a master at flipping tables."

Li Zhiyao glanced at him.

"Shut up, save your Buddhist energy."

Fatty Wang swallowed his words.

Xiao Rou stared at Meng Po, and her natal Gu in her palm suddenly emitted a short chirping sound.

The color drained from her face.

"Zhou Ran, her vital essence is depleting too quickly."

Zhou Ran could see it, of course.

Meng Po's afterimage was even thinner than before.

The edge of half the bowl also began to crack.

She blocked Yama, Emperor Song, and Du Ziren, but the price was that they continued to disperse.

With each additional breath she held out, she lost a fraction of her strength.

"Grandma, how do I open the door?"

Zhou Ran asked.

This time, he asked.

The hazy light in Meng Po's eyes sharpened.

"Finally asked."

She held half a bowl to her forehead.

A faint yellow light flowed from the bowl, forming an ancient character.

It does not belong to the Yin Law, nor to the Penglai Runes, nor to the Void Realm Laws.

Zhou Ran couldn't understand it.

The Golden Elixir of the Mind, however, produced a reaction.

Six gray lines converge along the surface of the gold powder.

The Heavenly Corpse's heart also slowed down by half a beat.

Meng Po said, "This membrane is the rule that the Heavenly Corpse's heart wrote for itself."

"The rules state there is no entrance."

"Even Yama, the King of Hell, and the Ghost Emperor cannot break through it; even Penglai cannot be breached."

"You can change."

Zhou Ran looked at the thin film.

"Should we change it to include an entrance?"

Meng Po shook her head.

"It can't be changed."

Zhou Ran frowned.

Meng Po said, "Your cultivation is insufficient. Even ten of you wouldn't be enough for a late-stage Golden Core cultivator to change the rules at the bottom of the Heavenly Corpse Heart."

Zhao Tao, clutching his severed arm, laughed hoarsely, "Did you hear me? You're not enough! You're still not enough!"

Zhou Ran raised his hand.

Zhao Tao immediately stepped back.

After losing an arm, he finally learned something.

For example, shut up.

Meng Po continued, "You don't need to change it."

"All you have to do is swallow me."

Zhou Ran stopped.

Fatty Wang was the first to get angry.

"What the heck?"

Li Zhiyao's face darkened.

The worm in Xiao Rou's palm flapped its wings.

White mycelium filaments pierced Zhou Ran's shoulder armor, leaving messy handwriting.

"no."

Meng Po's gaze pierced through the membrane and landed on Zhou Ran's face.

She didn't speak again, only uttering three words with her lips.

It swallowed me.

Zhou Ran looked at her, his fingers tightening their grip.

He knew that Meng Po wasn't referring to swallowing remnant souls.

She wanted him to accept the seal.

Next, the source of the River of Oblivion.

Then she pressed down on the crack in the door that she had been pressing down for 30,000 years.

The pale yellow beam of light began to recede.

Yama's expression changed, and he raised his judge's pen again.

Du Ziren's six-armed Dharma form pressed down simultaneously.

Emperor Song did not move.

He stared at Meng Po, his calculating gaze hidden beneath a deeper emotion.

Zhou Ran gripped the broken porcelain tightly.

A shard of porcelain cut open his palm, and blood flowed down the broken edge.

The seal that Meng Po left behind was not meant to make him take a detour.

She wanted him to take it.

"Swallow her?"

Wang Pangzi's throat tightened.

He's not afraid of fighting.

If you can't beat them, you can at least curse them; if you can't win the argument, you can just hide behind someone else.

But this isn't a fight.

This was to allow Zhou Ran to personally swallow the final seal left by Meng Po.

The one who gave him the Soul-Soothing Pearl on the frozen surface of the River of Oblivion.

An old man who has been brewing soup at the bridgehead for 30,000 years, leaving his two disciples to guard the gate in the sea of ​​flowers.

Wang Pangzi looked at the hunched figure inside the membrane, his lips moved several times, and finally he managed to utter a sentence.

"That's just too unethical."

Zhou Ran didn't reply.

He looked at Meng Po.

Meng Po held the half-bowl to her chest, and her afterimage grew fainter and fainter.

She has already made her meaning perfectly clear.

What she wanted Zhou Ran to swallow wasn't her as a person, but the crack in the door she had left behind.

The celestial corpse's heart membrane has its own rules.

There is no entrance here.

Meng Po spent 30,000 years pressing the laws of the River of Oblivion, the origin of the Other Shore Flower, and the fragments of Meng Po's Bowl onto this rule.

As she departs, the crack in the door will be repaired by her heart.

She was taken away by Zhou Ran, and the crack in the door allowed the Golden Core of the Mind to take control.

Zhou Ran hates this kind of situation the most.

reasonable.

It's also tough.

"Mother-in-law."

He spoke.

"When you gave me the Soul-Soothing Pearl, you said it was to save the most important person in a critical moment."

Meng Po silently opened and closed her lips.

Zhou Ran understood.

"That's right."

Fatty Wang was a beat too slow.

"What do you mean, 'not wrong'? Isn't the Soul-Soothing Pearl for saving people?"

Li Zhiyao looked into Zhou Ran's arms.

"The most important person she mentioned wasn't any one particular person."

Zhou Ran continued her sentence.

It was her.

Fatty Wang stood there, stunned.

Xiao Rou also raised her head.

Writing with white mycelium.

"The Soul-Soothing Pearl is the last wisp of Meng Po's essence that can be carried by the outside world."

She entrusted her essence to you so that she could mend the gap between the shattered porcelain and the Meng Po bowl.

Zhou Ran took out the Soul-Soothing Pearl from his bosom.

The amber-colored bead was small, and inside it was sealed a tiny River of Oblivion.

Ever since Meng Po gave it to Zhou Hou, he has kept it close to his body.

It was useless in several dangerous situations.

It's not that I'm reluctant to part with it.

It's not time yet.

We've arrived.

When Yama, the King of Hell, saw the Soul-Soothing Pearl, the dough became ugly for the first time.

"Stop him!"

He gave the order directly.

Six Golden Core Ghost Generals attacked simultaneously.

Chains, yin blades, bone spears, and black banners—six kinds of underworld weapons—crossed the ground, heading straight for Zhou Ran.

They dared not step into the three-zhang-long sealed area of ​​Meng Po.

However, the ritual implements can be used first.

Du Ziren also made a move.

The six arms of the divine form descended simultaneously.

Soul-Stripping Knife.

A life-severing hook.

Black marks of torture.

Three instruments of torture were pressed down on Zhou Ran from above.

Emperor Song stood still.

King Qin Guang's Dharma body whispered, "Third brother."

Emperor Song did not respond.

He raised his hand, the seals of the Three Palaces hovering in his palm.

The seal was not placed for a long time.

Zhou Ran did not dodge.

He pressed the Soul-Soothing Pearl onto the broken porcelain.

The moment the bead touched the porcelain shard, the pale yellow light stopped spreading outward and instead collapsed inward.

The surface of the Soul-Soothing Bead is cracked.

The sound of the River of Oblivion echoed throughout the cavity of my heart.

The sound of the water drowned out my heartbeat.

Wang Pangzi's vision went black.

He saw a bridge.

There was an old woman by the bridge, holding a bowl, rolling her eyes at him.

"Hey chubby kid, wanna drink?"

Fatty Wang shook his head violently in fright.

"No, no, I still have loans to pay off."

The video cuts out.

Li Zhiyao also saw the River of Oblivion.

She saw her brother, Li Chengfeng, press his sword intent into the bridge pier and then turn away.

Xiao Rou saw the old village in southern Xinjiang and saw her mother put the first Gu worm into her palm.

Bai Xuan saw a seed fall into a gray blood vessel, take root, rot, and sprout again over 30,000 years.

Zhou Ran saw more.

He saw Meng Po open her eyes for the first time.

Back then, Earth didn't have an underworld.

The heart of the Heavenly Corpse was buried underground, surrounded by gray fleshy walls.

A seed fell into the crevice of a blood vessel, was soaked in the law of oblivion for eight thousand years, and grew into intelligence.

She has no name.

She heard the cries of the dead.

With each heartbeat, the Heavenly Corpse absorbs the lingering thoughts of the dead, crushes them, and feeds them to the earth's veins.