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

Chapter 375 Slaying Meng Po, Opening the Void Realm

She didn't like the crying.

So she dug out a river.

The sound of crying was washed away.

That river was later called the River of Oblivion.

Then, the first Yama arrived.

They learned the laws of the underworld from the fragments of the Heavenly Corpse and established the Underworld.

The underworld needs someone to direct the flow of souls at the bridgehead.

She picked up the bowl.

She became Meng Po (the goddess of forgetfulness).

Zhou Ran opened her eyes.

The Soul-Soothing Pearl shattered.

The powder fell into the broken porcelain, merging with the eerie yellow light of Meng Po's bowl.

A dark yellow short blade appeared in his hand.

It has no hilt, no blade, and is more like a frozen section of the River of Oblivion.

As soon as this thing appeared, the judge's pen of Yama, the King of Hell, emitted a harsh scraping sound.

Du Ziren's divine form also paused for a moment.

Zhao Tao retreated, clutching his severed arm, his face filled with terror.

He had just been brushed aside by the Law of Oblivion and knew that this thing was off-limits.

Zhou Ran gripped the short blade.

A layer of flesh and blood in the palm was swallowed by the blade.

The Golden Elixir of the Mind circulates.

The six gray lines converge at the bottom of the golden elixir.

He carved a provisional definition on the short blade.

This blade can only sever the seal, not harm the original intent.

This time, no Heavenly Dao came to collect interest.

The celestial corpse is not under the jurisdiction of the Blue Star Heavenly Dao.

Zhou Ran felt a sense of ease and comfort for the first time in a long time.

No toll fees, that's great!

"King Yama."

Zhou Ran looked up.

"You've been plotting against me for so long, have you figured out anything?"

Yama, the King of Hell, did not answer.

Zhou Ran said, "This place is not under the jurisdiction of Heaven."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into Meng Po's three-zhang-long sealing zone.

The magical weapons of six Golden Core Ghost Generals struck him from behind.

Li Zhiyao flicked his sleeve, and ancient runes formed a wall, blocking the two paths.

Fatty Wang gritted his teeth and slapped out with his Buddha Palm, deflecting the bone spear.

Xiao Rou's natal Gu collided with the black banner, and the Gu shell cracked.

The mycelium of the white fungus coiled around a section of chain and dragged it into a crevice in the flesh wall.

The remaining two weapons pierced through the defenses and charged straight at Zhou Hou's back.

Shen Zhui roared from inside the cage, "Heads down!"

The longsword, cracked in three places, flew out of my hand, its blade slicing along the fleshy wall.

The sword light cleaved a dark blade in two.

The other deadly hook slipped through, hooking onto Zhou Hou's back scales and pulling him outwards.

The black and gold scales flipped open, revealing flesh and blood.

Zhou Ran did not turn around.

He thrust the dark yellow short blade into the afterimage of Meng Po within the membrane.

Fatty Wang's eyes were red.

"Ran-ge..."

Meng Po smiled.

This was the first time Zhou Ran had ever seen her truly laugh like that.

There was no mockery, no disdain, and none of the old man's bad temper.

The only solution is to let go.

The short blade pierced through the crack in the gray membrane and plunged into the chest of Meng Po's afterimage.

There was no blood.

A pale yellow light emanated from her chest.

Half of the bowl is broken.

A crisp sound.

The River of Oblivion stopped at that moment.

The afterimage of Meng Po was cleaved in two by the short blade, turning into countless points of eerie yellow light.

Within each speck of light lies a bowl of soup, a departed soul, and a forgotten obsession that has been washed away.

Someone wants to see their mother.

Someone wants to kill their enemy.

Someone wanted to see the world of the living one last time.

The memories of the souls who had been dead for 30,000 years rushed into Zhou Ran's sea of consciousness.

He bit his jaw until it bled.

The Golden Elixir of the Mind withstood this erosion of memories.

Zhou Ran left only three things behind.

The source of the River of Oblivion.

The complete rules of Meng Po's Bowl.

And that sentence.

Those who have passed through the sea of flowers must not turn back.

All other memories were released.

The pale yellow light pierced through the heart's flesh and flew towards the River of Oblivion.

Two cries came from the distant sea of flowers.

The Mandara and Mandara flowers sensed each other.

Zhou Ran did not turn around.

Meng Po said, "You can't turn back."

The dark yellow short blade was incorporated into the broken porcelain.

The broken porcelain pieces were then absorbed into Zhou Ran's palm.

A thin, pale yellow ring appeared around his ideal golden elixir.

That's not gray streaks.

That is the Seal of the River of Oblivion.

The gray film finally cracked open.

Only enough for one person to pass.

Behind the opening, the aura of the ethereal realm surged forth.

That's neither yin energy nor spiritual energy, but rather more primordial particles of rules.

It rushed towards Zhou Ran's face, scratching his skin with dense, bloody marks.

The Primordial Overlord Body automatically generated black and gold scales.

The Weixin Light Film fits snugly against the body and stretches out.

Zhou Ran stepped forward.

King Yama roared, "Zhou Ran! How dare you take it all for yourself?"

Zhou Ran had half her body inside the crevice and looked back at him.

"You're making it sound like I'd share with you."

The judge Yama wrote the character "夺" (duó, meaning to seize or plunder).

The power of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator transformed into a giant black hand, reaching out to grab the crack.

Emperor Song finally made a move.

Instead of stopping Zhou Ran, he struck the Three Palaces Seal at the character "夺" (to seize) written by Yama, the King of Hell.

The two streams of Yin energy collided, and black lines surged wildly outside the crack.

Yama, the King of Hell, turned his head.

"Third brother!"

Emperor Song said, "You cannot enter."

Yama, the King of Hell, sneered.

"You think you can get in?"

Emperor Song did not answer.

He knew he couldn't go in either.

Meng Po did not choose him, nor did she choose the underworld.

She chose a living person.

This is more painful than killing him.

Du Ziren lost his patience.

The aura of the God-Transforming Ghost Emperor filled the cavity.

He took a step forward, and the flesh beneath his feet cracked open.

"Enough with the arguing."

Du Ziren's six arms merged into one, transforming into a sky-covering demonic hand.

The ghost hand didn't grab Zhou Ran, but instead grabbed the edge of the crack.

The essence of the spirit flew out from between Du Ziren's eyebrows and dripped into the palm of the ghost hand.

The ghost hand swelled.

He gripped the tear in the membrane with his five fingers and forcefully ripped the narrow opening, barely wide enough for one person, outwards.

"No one can take it all for themselves."

A dark green ghost fire ignited in Du Ziren's eyes.

"Today, I, the Emperor, will enter this Tribulation Heart."

The crack was held in place by the ghostly hand.

The aura of the ethereal realm flowed back in.

Zhou Ran's body sank.

He saw countless gray tentacles emerging from the other side of the crack, crawling out along the ghostly hand.

The Heavenly Corpse's heart defense mechanism has awakened.

Du Ziren's ghostly hand gripped the crack.

The essence of his spirit burned in his palm.

That hand was taller than a building, its five fingers embedded in the edge of a gray thin film, each knuckle wrapped with the Yin Laws of the Ghost Emperor.

The crack was widened.

The aura of the ethereal realm surged forth from within.

Zhao Tao was the first to suffer.

He was standing too close.

A wisp of gray smoke brushed past the cuff of the severed arm, and half of the sleeve was gone.

Zhao Tao scrambled backward, and Zhao Shijiang reached out to pull him back, causing the father and son to knock over a ghost general.

Nobody cares about them.

Everyone stared at the crack.

It contains the core of a physical body at the Tribulation Transcending stage.

There are laws governing the virtual realm.

There is a 30,000-year plan left by Ji Yue.

There are also answers that the Underworld, Penglai, and the Ghost Emperor all want to obtain.

Yama, the King of Hell, will no longer show mercy.

He inserted the repaired judge's pen into his palm.

Black blood flowed backwards along the pen shaft.

"Fifth Palace, heed my command!"

Six Golden Core Ghost Generals knelt down.

Zhao Tao and Zhao Shijiang also knelt down.

"Using the laws of the underworld as our anchor, seize the gate."

The Yin Law runes on the bodies of the six ghost generals exploded simultaneously.

They did not cast any spells.

They are offering sacrifices.

The essence of the Golden Core level ghost general was taken away by the judge's pen, turning into six long black ropes that bypassed Du Ziren's ghost hand and wrapped around the crack.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Tao's face drained of all color.

He finally saw it clearly.

I am no different from those ghost generals.

All of it was firewood that could be pulled away.

Zhao Shijiang pressed down on his shoulder, his inner fire throbbing violently.

"Don't move."

"Dad, he'll hit us."

"I said don't move."

Zhao Shijiang's voice was hoarse.

They have nowhere to retreat.

At this time, the Song emperor also exerted his efforts.

The agents of the First, Second, and Ninth Halls stood behind him, their Yin Law runes forming an array.

Emperor Wang of Song did not seize the gate.