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

"moon……"

As the word was written, all the palm lines on the writing table disappeared into the light.

Zhou Ran gripped the white bone pen, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and black and gold blood from his palm flowed down the pen shaft.

This pen contains the nerves of the right hand, the remnants of the laws of the illusory realm, and the orders that the Moon Emperor made 30,000 years ago.

It had just recognized Zhou Ran as its master, yet it still wrote the characters for the Moon Emperor.

The knife, which had just been seized, still had the original owner's severed finger caught in its hilt.

Nausea.

It's also very much like the Moon Emperor.

At the end of the palm lines, a silver figure sat upright. Her features were indistinct, but when she spoke, the bones beneath the writing desk hummed softly.

"You think you've won just because the White Bone Pen has recognized its master?"

"Zhou Ran, you're the one who filled in the writing permissions for me."

Xu Youwei's face lost some color.

The broken hairpin was still in her palm, and her silver eyes, though fixed in place, still opened and closed.

Upon hearing the Moon Emperor speak, that eye shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

Zhou Ran did not answer.

The tip of the white bone pen continued to sink.

Emptiness becomes paper.

The second character was completed.

"emperor."

Moon Emperor.

The two characters hung side by side on the writing table, and the six gray lines in Zhou Ran's dantian simultaneously heated up.

The command hidden at the very bottom of the Heavenly Corpse's right hand was awakened.

This is neither a technique nor a formation.

This is an old decree written by the Moon Emperor into the law of cause and effect.

The Bone Pen continued writing.

"Returning the twin souls to their rightful place."

After the words were written, a connection was established in Jiangcheng, a city far away. Zhou Ran felt a tightness in his chest and a surge of blood rose in his throat.

Lin Qingxue.

Yue Zhao.

Twin souls.

Xu Youwei stared at the words and asked in a low voice, "Twin souls... are they Lin Qingxue and that person in Bingli?"

"Yuezhao," Zhou Ran said.

His tone was so steady, it was as if this book of fate hadn't been written on him at all.

The white bone pen ignored him and continued to fall on the third line.

"Unify the principles of law."

Deep within the writing platform, the bluish-white essence of the Dharma Eyes leaped violently.

Xu Youwei looked at the silver eye in her palm, then at the bluish-white light in the center of the stage.

"Lin Qingxue's Dharma Eye origin, and the eye within my body..."

Zhou Ran continued, "They are all sacrificial offerings."

The white bone pen wrote the fourth sentence.

"Hold the command with your right hand."

The entire right-hand plane was pressed down.

Five towering finger bones bent simultaneously, and within the ruins of the bone tower, the demonic runes on the chests of hundreds of demonic corpses alternated between light and dark.

Ye Futian cursed in Zhou Ran's mind.

"She's treating you like a telephone operator."

Despite the blood on her lips, Zhou Ran still managed to speak: "It doesn't sound like a compliment."

"nonsense."

The night sky pressed down on the fire.

"The White Bone Pen originally lacked a living master."

Thirty thousand years ago, I severed the karmic connection of my right hand, and the White Bone Pen lost its complete control over the pen.

What she was waiting for was someone who could make the pen recognize its owner again, and who also possessed the gray-patterned key.

"I?"

"you."

"Well, she has good taste."

"Still poor?"

"If I don't say something, the pain will be even more intense."

Ye Futian paused for a moment.

Zhou Ran's seven orifices were already bleeding, and with each stroke of the white bone pen, his nascent soul was pressed deeper by the gray lines.

Xu Youwei stared at the words in the void, her fingertips clenching into her palm.

"The three offerings are complete."

"I am Lin Qingxue, Yue Zhao."

"Not only that," Zhou Ran said, "but also me."

Xu Youwei looked up: "You?"

"Those who wield destiny will also be bitten back by destiny."

The white bone pen wrote the last sentence.

"Welcoming the Emperor's Return..."

The last character is not yet formed.

At the end of the palm lines, the silver figure raised its hand.

"Write."

The white bone pen vibrated violently, and the tip pressed down.

The first stroke of the character “来” appears.

Xu Youwei gritted her teeth: "Zhou Ran, interrupt it!"

Zhou Ran stood still.

He let the white bone pen continue writing.

The lingering voice of the Moon Emperor carried a hint of laughter.

"You dare not break it off."

"If you break your pen, the right-hand dimension will collapse."

"She will die."

This "she" is not specified.

Xu Youwei understood.

is her.

This is also the origin of Lin Qingxue's Dharma.

It is still the moon shining through the ice.

The Moon Emperor is most skilled at this.

Each chess piece is tied to another life.

If you strike, she will make you strike innocent people.

If you do not kill her, she will be resurrected through your hand.

Xu Youwei's lips were pale.

"She did it on purpose."

"Mm," Zhou Ran said.

"Then why did you still make her write it?"

Zhou Ran looked at the character "来" that was about to be completed and suddenly smiled.

"She wrote it quite diligently."

Hsu Yu-Wei choked.

She almost wanted to swear.

Even at this point, he was still commenting on the calligraphy.

The final stroke of the White Bone Brush was completed.

"Welcoming the Moon Emperor's Return"

The entire edict of resurrection was completed.

On the writing platform, all the palm lines lit up simultaneously. From deep within the Heavenly Corpse's right hand, a woman's whisper emanated from the seams of her bones.

A door that hadn't been opened for 30,000 years was being pushed open from the inside.

The lingering echoes of the Moon Emperor's voice faded away.

"It's done."

The next moment, Zhou Ran pressed down on the last two words with his left hand.

归来。

Within the dantian, the nascent soul of the mind rises.

Six gray lines wrapped around the nascent soul, creating fine cracks.

The Wangchuan imprint lit up between the nascent soul's brows, and the purple-gold law pressed into the void through Zhou Ran's five fingers.

"Who said it worked?"

The Moon Emperor's lingering voice paused for a beat.

Zhou Ran stared at the words "Return".

"This edict is well written."

"Unfortunately, one word was used incorrectly."

The Moon Emperor's tone suddenly turned cold.

"You want to change my imperial edict?"

"It's not about wanting it."

Zhou Ran pressed down with his five fingers, and the Purple Gold Law burst forth within the characters.

"It has been changed."

The word "return" is a fierce resistance.

The ethereal writing transformed into silver chains, wrapping around Zhou Ran's wrist.

The flesh was cut open, and a faint cracking sound came from the joints.

His hand did not loosen.

"The white bone pen writes that one holds power with the right hand."

"It's not about reporting back."

"The fate should be in the hands of the writer."

"You let me be the writer."

"Then don't blame me for grading the papers."

Ye Futian chuckled softly in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"This sentence sounds alright."

Zhou Ran ignored him.

He suppressed all idealistic principles into the last two words.

"Return".

The first stroke is broken.

"Return..."

The second stroke is broken.

Blood flowed down from Zhou Ran's eyes, nose, and ears.

Xu Youwei tried to stand up, but as soon as she managed to prop herself up half an inch, the silver eye in her palm shot out a silver light, forcing her to groan.

She bit her lip, suppressing her voice.

She knew that crying out in pain wouldn't save anyone right now.

We can only hold on.

Zhou Ran snorted softly.

"return!"

The last two words in the void were forcibly twisted.

The edict of resurrection has been changed.

The lines of text were rearranged.

"With the twin souls returning to their rightful place, with the Dharma eyes unified, and with the right hand holding the mandate, we welcome the Moon Emperor back."

return.

The things that the Moon Emperor owed should be returned to their rightful owners.

The writing desk splits open from the center.

The palm lines suddenly appeared.

A series of cracking sounds emanated from the right-hand plane.

The Moon Emperor's lingering voice finally lost its balance.

"Zhou Ran!"

In the sky, five enormous finger bones pressed down simultaneously.

The ring finger, index finger, middle finger, thumb, and little finger are all brought together towards the palm.

Make a fist with this hand.

You must crush all living things in your palm.

Ye Futian's voice deepened.

"She's getting anxious."

Zhou Ran coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"I can tell."

"You won't last long."

"Then let's talk less."

The white bone pen struggled desperately in his palm.