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

Emperor Song snorted coldly and forcefully interrupted.

"It's because you've been too harsh in your purges, not because I'm incapable."

Fatty Wang burst out laughing on the communication channel.

"Boss Song, a man can't say no."

Emperor Song paused for two breaths.

"Transfer him to the Underworld, and I will personally assign him a number."

Fatty Wang immediately muted his microphone.

Zhou Ran stood at the very center of the manor's formation.

The Taihuang Black Blade plunged into the ground.

The white bone pen is suspended on the right shoulder.

The River of Oblivion, the Heart Imprint, protects the gate of the heart.

The Grand Commander ordered the remaining seal to suppress the Yin-Yang interface.

The Moon Emperor's sinful blood surged within the lines on his chest, each beat feeling like a red-hot nail being driven into his marrow.

He did not focus his attention on himself or Lin Qingxue.

This time, the heart of the battle is the entire city of Jiangcheng.

The entire city's defenses are activated!

The manor, the old building, the dark palace, the ruins... he connected all the nodes with an invisible brush, stroke by stroke.

This is not a sacrificial array.

It's a refusal!

Zhou Ran picked up his pen.

The first stroke is made.

The earth's veins seemed to emit a deep, muffled roar.

The second stroke is made.

The light from the thirty-six Life Nails dimmed slightly.

The third stroke is made.

From the direction of the Heavenly Corpse's heart came the sound of drums, heavy and oppressive, drowning out all the noise in the city.

A voice rang out, emanating from the depths of the Heavenly Corpse's heart.

"Zhou Ran".

Zhou Ran's pen continued to flow.

Stop.

A silver-gray light curtain spread across the manor, reflecting Lin Qingxue's image. Her eyes were clear, her face was free of the black silk, and the dark circles between her brows had disappeared; she was just an ordinary woman who had never been involved in the disaster.

The Moon Emperor spoke: "I will restore her complete eyes."

A second reflection appears.

Xu Youwei stood on the beach under the clear sky, her palms smooth and untouched by Penglai, Zuoyan, or Canquan.

The Moon Emperor then said, "I will grant her her freedom."

A third reflection appears.

The ice and rocks deep underground shattered, and Yue Zhao opened her eyes. She was unbound, dreamless, and without a second heartbeat.

The Moon Emperor's final words were: "I will awaken Yue Zhao."

In the manor, it was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

These three sentences precisely struck at everyone's weak spot.

Lin Qingxue gripped the array plate in her hand tightly.

In front of the old building, Xu Youwei raised her head, the silver eye in her palm causing the cloth strips to tear inch by inch.

Zhou Ran's pen hovered for a moment.

The Moon Emperor's voice continued: "You only need to stop writing."

Zhou Ran looked up, her eyes filled with an unyielding darkness.

"I'll take what you owe."

The bone pen slammed down heavily!

Eight black and gold blood-red characters, carrying Zhou Ran's life force, pierced through reality and were driven into the deepest part of Jiangcheng's earth veins.

boom!

The entire city of Jiangcheng sank an inch.

All the gray lines that had broken through the soil were forcibly pulled back underground by a tremendous force!

The drumbeat of the Heavenly Corpse's heart was suppressed!

The bone runes in the right-hand remnant domain began to crumble!

The silver light from the old site of the left eye was pierced by Xu Youwei's broken hairpin!

Under the West District Bridge, Fatty Wang had just pulled out the first Lifeline Nail when he was burned and jumped up.

"Holy crap! This thing bites!"

Xiaorou calmly reminded him: "Use Buddhist prayer beads to press it down."

Fatty Wang took a string of Buddhist beads off his wrist and flicked it up. A flash of golden light, and the Life-Giving Nail immediately quieted down.

He immediately changed his tune: "Amitabha, benefactor, may you be on your way."

On the other side, Qin San kicked open the underground server room door. Just as three remnants of the Holy Radiance were about to detonate the chip, their vision blurred, and the back of a knife was already at their necks.

The three of them knelt down together.

Qin San glanced at the button they hadn't had time to press.

"Too slow."

At the control panel, Chen Ya issued instructions one by one.

She didn't look at the evidence box beside her.

The remains of the emperor's son lay peacefully inside.

But the word "wait" on the box wall was burning hot.

Chen Ya glanced at the box.

"Don't rush me."

The five-day closure order was just one stroke away from being finalized.

The seal on Zhou Ran's chest cracked completely, and the Moon Emperor's sinful blood, like a burst dam, surged against the final seal.

He pressed the Wangchuan Heart Seal towards the final node of the great formation.

Heart, hands, and eyes.

For the first time, the three powers were guided by the same command.

The power of the heart seals the cracks in the heart of the Heavenly Corpse.

The power to write down the rules for closing the gate.

Use your eyes to verify the authenticity of the gray line.

Zhou Ran has gathered the three powers, intending to use this force to completely seal the gate to the void realm, and the final destination will be the end of Blue Star.

He bit his fingertip, about to make the final stroke.

The Yin-Yang communication bone fragment suddenly vibrated, and Emperor Song's anxious roar burst forth from it.

"Zhou Ran! The Third Hall can't hold back anymore!"

The scene of Yinlu Well is forcibly cut in.

Black water churned at the bottom of the well, and at the crack where yin and yang meet, a huge silver hand pressed against the door frame, pushing outward with all its might.

The hand had no flesh or blood; it was woven from countless silver command runes, representing the remaining power of the Heavenly Corpse's right hand.

On his palm were two large characters: Welcome Home.

The Song Emperor roared, "At the boundary between Yin and Yang, something is pushing open the door for the Moon Emperor!"

Zhou Ran paused before he could finish his final stroke.

In the third hall of the underworld, half of the Yin Law Well collapsed, and the well water shot into the sky.

Countless files were washed out of the well, their pages covered with silver-gray runes. These were not the laws of the underworld, but the remaining commands of the Heavenly Corpse's right hand. Borrowing from the old accounts of Yama, the remnants of holy light, and the centuries-old injustice of the underworld, it shaped itself into a hand that pushes open a door.

Han Yue was chained to the well, his soul almost transparent, yet a twisted smile clung to his face.

"Zhou Ran can't close the door. Old scores haven't been settled, and the underworld is the biggest crack in his door."

Li Zhiyao raised his hand, and the ancient law plate smashed on the ground in front of him.

"Shut up."

Han Yue's mouth was sealed with ancient characters, leaving only a hoarse whisper in his throat.

Emperor Song stood before the well, half of his divine body tightly bound by gray threads, his gaze fixed on the giant silver hand.

The timing of this selection is too unfortunate.

Zhou Ran cannot leave the manor's array core. Lin Qingxue needs to observe the gray lines across the entire city. Xu Youwei is suppressing the Heavenly Corpse's left eye. Fatty Wang and the demon soldiers are still outside dismantling the nails.

The third hall became the only gap that could be forcibly pushed open.

Emperor Song grasped his royal seal. He knew what he had to do and anticipated what Zhou Ran would do.

The next instant, the remnant seal of the Grand Commander's order broke through the air and hovered above the Third Hall.

From the order came Zhou Ran's voice: "Emperor Song."

Emperor Song raised his head: "Speak."

"I'll give you half the authority to seal the door."

All the ghostly soldiers inside the hall raised their heads.

Li Zhiyao also looked at the seal and was shocked. Zhou Ran had actually handed over half of the authority to seal the gate, which was already a power-sharing move.

If the Song emperor were to seize the order, Zhou Ran's main formation set up in the manor would immediately be damaged, and the underworld would fall back into chaos.

However, if he were to accept the order and cooperate, it would be tantamount to acknowledging Zhou Ran's qualification to rewrite the Yin Laws, which would be even more unbearable than killing him.

Emperor Song did not answer immediately.

The silver hand at the bottom of the well pushed out another inch, and the gap between the Yin and Yang gates widened accordingly.

Countless wisps of gray mist emerged from the cracks, entangling the ghostly soldiers of the Third Hall.

One of his former subordinates immediately knelt down:

"Your Majesty! Seize the order!"

He's a man of the mortal realm, how dare he presume to rule the underworld!