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

Zhou Ran rushed toward the crack.

Silver threads pierced in from all directions.

His left kneecap fractured instantly, and an old wound on his shoulder blade burst open, spraying blood everywhere.

The gate markings on the nascent soul were tightly bound by the life line, sparks flying out.

But he didn't turn around.

The White Bone Pen, the Heart Seal of the River of Oblivion, the Silver Blood of the Moon Emperor, and all the archived testimonies have been obtained.

Staying any longer would just be making the Moon Emperor work overtime.

This job is not reimbursed.

Zhou Ran slashed into the crack with his sword.

"Sever."

He tore a hole in the Silver Sea Court.

A giant hand reached out from behind, casting a shadow over his entire body.

Zhou Ran flicked the white bone pen with his backhand.

The brushstrokes wrote four characters in the air.

Jiangcheng refused to accept it.

The owner of that hand seemed to weigh his options for a moment, and his movements faltered for a brief instant.

Just that brief moment of hesitation.

Zhou Ran has fallen into the crack.

The silver sea closed up behind him.

The Moon Emperor's voice squeezed out from the closed gap.

"The Heavenly Corpse's liver has rioted ahead of schedule."

"I'd like to see whether you save Jiangcheng first or clear out the underworld first."

The next moment, Zhou Ran crashed heavily into a gray-white tunnel.

The eighth level of the Heavenly Corpse.

The bone wall cracked.

From the direction of the heart in the distance came a dull drumbeat; it wasn't a heartbeat, but a surge of toxins before the liver rioted.

The Yin-Yang communication bone fragment finally regained its signal.

Li Zhiyao's voice came from inside, filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"Zhou Ran!"

"Something has happened in the underworld."

"The third palace of the Song emperor has been opened from the inside!"

Zhou Ran stood up, leaning on the knife, blood still dripping from his palm.

He raised his head and looked towards the underworld.

"Who opened it?"

Li Zhiyao paused for a moment.

"They're using the name of Yama, the King of Hell."

"They say you're colluding with the demon realm and trying to sell out the underworld."

Zhou Ran let out a short laugh, devoid of any warmth.

"OK."

"I just came from the Moon Emperor's Court."

"Perfect timing, let's hold a ceremony for the underworld as well."

The Third Hall.

Above the Yinlu Well, black mist churned.

The golden chains that Zhou Ran had sealed with the Grand Commander's decree were now broken into three pieces.

At the broken end of the chain, gray threads were wrapped around it. These threads were not foreign objects; their roots were actually deeply embedded within the Yin Law Well.

Outside the palace, ghostly soldiers formed ranks.

The former troops of the Fifth Court, the former troops of the Seventh Court, and the remnants of Yama's army.

The three groups of people were mixed together, wearing old armor and holding dark halberds.

The banner in front of the battle formation had only two characters written on it.

Yama.

Below the flag, a tall ghost general stands on the steps.

He had three knife scars on his face, and his left eye was an empty hole with a black soul bead inserted inside.

His name is Han Yue.

He was once a soul-examining general under the Fifth King of Hell.

After Zhou Ran destroyed Yama's physical body, he disappeared for several days.

Now, he's back.

He also brought back a message.

"The underworld is not a place for demons."

This sentence is very effective.

The ghost soldiers feared demons, the ghost messengers feared chaos, and the various palaces feared even more Zhou Ran, a living person, who, with the Grand Commander's order, dismantled all the old rules of the underworld.

Han Yue raised his Yin Halberd, and his voice echoed throughout the Third Hall.

"Emperor Song has been imprisoned by Zhou Ran."

"The Grand Commander's decree has been corrupted by demonic energy."

"Zhou Ran, a living man from Jiangcheng, colluded with the demon realm, oppressed the underworld, and seized my power in the Ten Courts!"

"Gentlemen."

"The third hall will be opened today."

"Let Yama be given his true name!"

The ghostly soldiers behind them shouted in unison.

"Let Yama be given his true name!"

Beside the Yinlu Well.

Half of the true form of Emperor Song was bound by gray thread.

His royal robes were torn open, one hand braced against the edge of the Yin Law Well, the other hand pinned to the well wall by a tattered golden chain.

He remained silent, but his aura was filled with resentment at being outmaneuvered.

He, the dignified Emperor Song of the Third Court, was first forced to absolve himself by Zhou Ran, and then had his seal broken by the remnants of Yama's forces from the well.

He sits on the throne of the underworld as if he were a temporary worker.

Han Yue turned around and looked at Emperor Song.

"Emperor Song".

"If you now acknowledge Zhou Ran as a scourge to the underworld, we may venerate you as the Lord of the Ten Courts."

Emperor Song raised his eyes.

"Serve me?"

Han Yue said, "The underworld needs a king, not a demon emperor from the mortal realm."

Emperor Song twitched the corner of his mouth.

"If you truly worship me, you wouldn't have dug my well first."

Han Yue's words were three degrees harsher.

"Your Majesty, you are wise to act according to the times."

Emperor Song looked down at the gray threads wrapped around his body.

"The King of Hell said the same thing before."

"His death was quite gruesome."

The soul bead in Han Yue's eyes lit up.

"He's not dead."

The eerie wind inside the hall suddenly stopped.

Han Yue lowered his voice.

"King Yama resides in every book of wronged souls."

"As long as there are still wrongful convictions in the underworld, he will not die."

Emperor Song grasped the key point.

The clues match up.

This is no ordinary rebellion.

This is the poison left behind by Yama, the King of Hell.

The more old cases there are in the underworld, the stronger the resentment of the wronged souls, and the more secure the title of Yama, the King of Hell, remains.

Zhou Ran revoked the authority of the Third Palace's outlying officials, but he didn't have time to settle these old scores.

Now, the lingering poison of Yama, the King of Hell, has awakened within the tent.

Han Yue raised his Yin Halberd and pointed it at the Song Emperor.

"Start digging the well!"

"Seize the remnants of the Grand Commander's power!"

The ghostly soldiers pressed forward.

Just then.

Above the Third Hall, a black and gold blade-like line suddenly split open.

The blade fell silently from the rooftop, cleaving the Yama banner in two.

The flag fell to the ground.

The character "阎" split open, and the character "罗" was crushed to pieces by the blade's energy.

All the ghostly soldiers inside the hall raised their heads.

A figure stepped out from the crack.

Zhou Ran landed in front of the Yin Law Well.

He holds a knife in one hand and a pen in the other.

Blood was still seeping from the cracks on his chest.

As the aura of a fully formed Nascent Soul cultivator spread out, all the yin winds in the Third Hall were swept back.

Han Yue tightened his grip on the Yin Halberd.

He recognized Zhou Ran, but the Zhou Ran in his memory wasn't this strong.

According to the information sent back last time, Zhou Ran was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

It's only been a few days?

Nascent Soul Perfection?

Did you take a shortcut through the underworld in your cultivation?

Zhou Ran ignored Han Yue and went to see Emperor Song first.

Emperor Song was also looking at him.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Emperor Song spoke: "You arrived quite quickly."

Zhou Ran said, "You're pretty cool."

Emperor Song's face twitched slightly.

"I was ambushed from a well."

Zhou Ran said, "So we should still pull it."

Emperor Song remained silent.

Among the array of ghostly soldiers, someone subconsciously took a half-step back.

Han Yue immediately shouted sternly.

"Zhou Ran!"

"You still dare to enter the underworld?"

"You colluded with the Demon Realm, seized the Grand Commander's Decree, sealed off Emperor Song, and disrupted the order of the Ten Palaces!"

"Today, we are acting on the dying orders of Yama, the King of Hell, to purge the court of corrupt officials!"

Zhou Ran finally looked at him properly.

"Whom should be cleared out?"

Han Yue gritted his teeth.

"Clean you up!"

Zhou Ran nodded.

"OK."

He raised the white bone pen.

Han Yue immediately retreated, holding the Yin Halberd horizontally in front of him.

"The Yin Luo Formation!"

Thousands of ghostly soldiers marched in unison, their yin energy soaring to the heavens.

The former members of the Fifth Palace took out the Soul Lock, and the former members of the Seventh Palace raised the Mourning Banner.

The remnants of Yama's army then brought out a black ledger.

As soon as the ledger was opened, the cries of countless wronged souls burst forth, transforming into black chains that bound Zhou Ran.

A ruthless glint appeared in Han Yue's eyes.

"Zhou Ran, didn't you want to be the Grand Commander of the Underworld?"

"Then let's settle the old scores with the underworld first!"

The black rope fell.

Each one is a miscarriage of justice.

Forced hooking, wrong judgment, selling one's soul, refining one's spirit, taking someone else's place.

These things were not created by Han Yue on a whim; they were all recorded in the underworld's accounts.

That's why it's heavy.

The weight was so great that even the Yinlu Well shook.

Emperor Song spoke up to remind him.

"Don't try to take it head-on."

"That's a centuries-old mess in the underworld."

"If you accept it, your nascent soul will be crushed by the resentment."

Zhou Ran stood still, motionless.

The black rope struck his shoulder.

One.

Ten.

One hundred roots.

His knees dipped slightly.

But he didn't kneel.

Zhou Ran looked up at Han Yue.

"Are you using the spirits of the wronged to oppress me?"

Han Yue chuckled.

"This is the account of the underworld."

"Didn't you want to get involved?"

"Mind your own business!"

Zhou Ran smiled too.