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

"Meng Po's letter said that Yue Zhao's awakening requires the presence of three witnesses."

Zhou Ran said, "I will handle her awakening after the matter of Sheng Hui is settled."

Lin Qingxue gripped his wrist with her fingertips, applying a little force.

"It's not about handling it."

Zhou Ran looked at her.

Lin Qingxue said, "I'm going to see her."

This was said very softly.

Zhou Ran understood what she meant.

Yue Zhao is not a task to be done.

It is not a container without will.

It was not a shadow cast by the Moon Emperor.

She is a soul that has been trapped for 30,000 years.

Zhou Ran nodded.

"it is good."

"Let's go see her."

On the other side of the formation's core, Xu Youwei sat on a stone chair.

In her palm, the broken hairpin still held that silver eye.

For the past three days, she has not hidden her hands.

She forced herself to watch it.

Look at every struggle in those silver eyes.

See how that old power tries to devour her soul.

As Zhou Ran walked over, Xu Youwei was using the illusory image of the bone pen to write on the edge of her palm.

The handwriting is crooked and messy.

But every stroke was executed with great precision.

"Left eye, open."

The silver eye in her palm reluctantly opened a crack.

As soon as the silver light appeared, Xu Youwei's face paled.

She gritted her teeth and wrote the second sentence.

"Left eye, close."

Her silver eyes refused to close.

It speaks in Lin Qingxue's voice.

"You can't hold on."

Xu Youwei raised the broken hairpin in her hand and pressed it down another inch without hesitation.

Silver eyes closed instantly.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Xu Youwei's forehead.

Zhou Ran looked at her and said, "You've made considerable progress."

Xu Youwei looked up.

"It just mimicked Lin Qingxue's speech."

"I can tell."

"How did you figure that out?"

Zhou Ran said, "Lin Qingxue doesn't talk nonsense."

Xu Youwei was taken aback at first, then lowered her head, a very faint smile curving her lips.

Although it was a short time, it was the first time she had smiled in those three days.

"Zhou Ran".

"explain."

"Once the matter of White Pagoda Island is settled, I want to personally put Penglai to trial."

"Can."

"Not as a witness."

Zhou Ran looked at her.

Xu Youwei raised the hand that was pierced by the broken hairpin.

"In the capacity of the one who holds the eye."

Zhou Ran nodded.

"Then practice until you can stand up straight."

"Um."

Half a day later.

Zhou Ran began his seclusion.

The location was chosen to be a array room deep within the manor.

The Taihuang Black Blade lay horizontally on his lap.

The remnant soul of Ye Futian has completely dissipated.

The cursing and swearing ceased from the knife.

There were also no more reminders at crucial moments.

Only deep within the spine of the blade remains an old military salute mark.

That was the last fighting spirit of the Rift Mountain Camp, now submerged in silence.

Zhou Ran cut open his palm.

Black and gold blood dripped onto the blade.

The blade did not absorb anything.

It only emitted a slight tremor.

It was as if a group of headless demonic corpses were bowing to him from afar.

Zhou Ran said in a low voice, "Ye Futian, I know how to use the knife well."

"I will lead the demon army well."

"Moon Emperor, I will cut you down."

The blade remained silent.

A moment later, the old military salute mark lit up briefly before disappearing again.

Zhou Ran closed her eyes.

The cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage was continuously compressed within his body.

The six gray lines on his body did not disappear.

The lines on his chest hadn't disappeared either.

They no longer tried to drag him into a doorway to the virtual world.

Instead, he suppressed it firmly, making it the bolt of the door.

The person who opened the door was the Moon Emperor.

He was the one who closed the door.

Half a day later, he opened his eyes.

A thin black-gold line appeared on the blade of the Primordial Black Blade.

This is not an upgrade of weapons.

It is the return of authority to its rightful place.

He got up and walked out of the formation room.

Chen Ya was already waiting outside.

She was holding a thick list in her hand.

"All the data on White Pagoda Island has been deciphered."

Zhou Ran took it.

The first page contains a diagram of the island's overall structure.

It has seven floors above ground and nine floors underground.

The bottom layer is clearly marked: Imperial Son Sample Sealing Area.

The second page contains a list of senior executives at Sheng Hui.

Eileen is merely the executive officer for the Asia region.

Above her is the White Tower Council.

The third page contains detailed information about overseas organizations with supernatural abilities.

Their codenames are: Black Gull, Deep Blue, Fire Seed Society, and Immortal Club.

Fatty Wang leaned over and took a look.

"The Immortal Club? That name sounds like a telecom fraud group."

Chen Ya said, "They did indeed sell longevity packages to the public."

Fatty Wang immediately became respectful.

"It matches my major."

Zhou Ran turned to the fourth page.

Elder of the Discipline Hall of Penglai.

There are seven names on it.

They were all old guys who had been missing for many years and had long been on the "passing away" list within Penglai.

Xu Youwei stood to the side, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her fists when she saw one of the names.

"Xu Xuance".

Qin San asked, "Do you know him?"

"When I was a child, he measured my bone structure."

Xu Youwei's gaze was fixed on that list.

He said I am a blessed being who appears only once every three hundred years in Penglai.

Zhou Ran said, "Now it seems to be the source of goods."

Xu Youwei did not refute.

She raised her palm, and the silver eye, pinned by the broken hairpin, still twitched uneasily.

"He's on the island."

Lin Qingxue's voice came from the center of the formation.

"I saw a black tower."

"At the top of the tower, there are patterns resembling the bones of an emperor."

Chen Ya turned to the last page.

The paper is pure black.

There is only one line of white text above.

Code name: Imperial Son Sample No. 1

Below this line of text is a series of notes.

Status: Not dead.

"Container: Incomplete".

"Warden Rank: Disciple of the Old Gods"

Wang Pangzi's playful expression vanished, replaced by a serious one.

"What does 'not death' mean?"

No one can answer this question.

The evidence box on the table suddenly began to shake violently.

Chen Ya suddenly turned around from in front of the control panel.

The three characters "wait, judge, kill" on the surface of the imperial bone in the box lit up simultaneously.

Click.

A clear crack appeared on the transparent box wall.

Zhou Ran moved swiftly, arriving in front of the table, while the White Bone Brush and the Primordial Black Blade simultaneously floated into the air.

Chen Ya pressed the control panel and forcibly activated the triple seal.

"The seal has become ineffective by seven percent."

Lin Qingxue's brow eye suddenly opened.

"It wasn't the Moon Emperor who made the move."

The silver eye in Xu Youwei's palm was tightly closed.

"I dare not look at it with my left eye."

Zhou Ran's gaze was fixed on the evidence box.

A pale object was slowly emerging from the crack.

Very small.

Like a baby's finger.

It looks very young.

But those fingertips were warm.

It pressed against the crack in the box wall and tapped it lightly.

thump.

Everyone present felt a sinking feeling in their chest.

The second time.

thump.

The door pattern on Zhou Ran's chest lit up on its own.

The third time.

thump.

On the last page of the White Pagoda Island list, a new line of text automatically appeared.

"Imperial Son Sample Number One: Awakening"

hum!

The Taihuang Black Blade hummed without wind, its fighting spirit surging.

Zhou Ran raised his hand, his fingers gripping the hilt of the knife tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. Without further ado, he gave the order:

"Chen Ya, coordinates for sealing off the island."

Chen Ya shifted her gaze from the lifelike finger and her throat moved.

"It's locked."

Zhou Ran closed the list.

"Notify everyone."

"Three days have passed."

"Get ready, we're going to White Tower Island."