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

This is an extremely dangerous application of the law. He intends to forcibly and temporarily detach his fundamental state of existence from the dimension in which Earth exists by rewriting the definition of space.

The last stroke had barely been made when the fingertip arrived.

The dimensional rules rewritten by the White Bone Pen clashed head-on with the erasure rules contained in the Emperor's Finger.

The space within a radius of about ten feet in front of Zhou Ran collapsed and annihilated. It became an absolute void where even light could not escape.

The immense backlash from the annihilation of the rules slammed solidly into Zhou Ran's chest.

The spot on his chest where the black and gold gate pattern was originally engraved was now blasted open with a fist-sized blood hole.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Zhou Ran was thrown away by the terrifying impact.

His feet dug two deep furrows, tens of meters long, into the hard alloy ground of White Tower Island before he finally slammed into the wreckage of an abandoned cryogenic chamber, barely managing to steady himself.

But he pulled through.

He exploited the underlying logical contradictions between the mutually exclusive rules, forcibly causing that deadly finger strike to land in empty space.

The illusory star in mid-air withdrew its finger. Its attention shifted to the knife that Zhou Ran was gripping tightly in his hand.

"The Desolate Black Blade".

The illusory voice did not travel through the air as a medium, but bypassed all five senses, resonating deep within Zhou Ran's mind.

"Ye Futian is dead. This sword bears the cause and effect of his demise. Did you kill him, or did you inherit his will?"

Zhou Ran straightened up against the wreckage and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He didn't explain the truth about Ye Futian's death. Facing someone who wanted to erase his existence the moment they met, saying even half a word would be a waste of energy for a counterattack.

"The underlying structure of the world you live in has been completely corrupted by the energy systems of the Void Realm, the Underworld, and the Demon Realm."

The phantom continued to deliver its cold, hard verdict in my mind.

"The original cleanup plan only removed some of the substandard impurities. But since the so-called heir rejected that plan, I will now personally liquidate all the remaining value of this planet."

The blurry hands of the phantom slowly rose to both sides.

"I will refine the Blue Star back into a Blood Pill to compensate for the energy matrix I have consumed during my 30,000 years of guarding this world."

As the phantom raised its hands, the fundamental physical laws of the surroundings began to collapse completely.

Zhou Ran felt the ground beneath his feet tremble violently. It was definitely not a tremor caused by an earthquake, but rather the entire planet's gravitational system being forcibly modified and reversed by an external force.

Large chunks of the remaining rock strata and alloy foundation on White Pagoda Island began to crumble.

The massive rocks, now free from the constraints of gravity, the abandoned experimental equipment, and even the corpses of the dead armed personnel all floated uncontrollably into the sky.

On the evacuation fleet, hundreds of miles away.

Qin San and Xiao Rou also personally experienced the terror of this gravitational collapse.

The seawater around the ship no longer flowed in a flat plane, but instead rose up strangely, forming walls of water tens of meters high that surged straight towards the sky.

At this moment, not only the high seas, but the entire atmosphere, tectonic plates, and even the magma deep beneath the Earth's surface are being brutally torn apart by this powerful reverse gravity.

Zhou Ran knelt heavily on one knee, gripped the hilt of the Taihuang Black Blade with both hands, and plunged most of the blade into the gradually disintegrating rock layer below to keep his body from being sucked into the sky.

Blood continued to seep from the hole in his chest. The backlash from the White Bone Pen's forced rewriting of the rules had severely shortened his lifespan, and he even began to experience double vision.

This was the purest and most unsolvable predicament he had faced since his rebirth.

This is no longer a personal assassination attempt; it's about treating the entire Earth as raw material in a furnace, dismantling it completely, skin and bones.

Zhou Ran slammed one knee onto the dry seabed, the blade of the Taihuang Black Blade sinking more than three feet into the rock.

Using physical anchoring to counter the phantom that was disintegrating the planet's gravity was the only way he could think of.

He looked up.

The purplish-black calamity clouds at the top of the sky are dissipating.

The blood-red light disrupted the Heavenly Dao's lock, and the lightning tribulation that was originally aimed at him could no longer find its target.

But the phantom overhead didn't stop. It continued to draw gravity from the Earth's core, and the energy surge it released had already reached the limit of Earth's carrying capacity.

Zhou Ran released his left hand that had been pressing on the bloody hole in his chest.

The burning effects of the rules' backlash continue.

He stopped suppressing the chaotic spiritual energy in his meridians and instead opened up his entire body's energy completely.

The spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator, the karma of the demon realm from Ye Futian, and the death decree of the underworld attached to the Heart Seal of the River of Oblivion spread unhindered into the surrounding atmosphere.

Heaven cannot ignore such a provocation.

The thin thunderclouds received the signal and expanded rapidly, exponentially. The deep purple lightning turned into a blinding pure white, and a rumbling sound began to echo from within the clouds.

Reorganization.

locking.

A ring-shaped hole with a diameter of more than three kilometers appeared in the center of the cloud.

Ninety percent of the Heavenly Punishment Purple Lightning condensed into a solid beam of light, which crashed into the illusory star hovering in mid-air, devouring the Earth's core gravity.

The remaining ten percent was cleaved towards Zhou Ran.

The moment the beam of light fell, the dark patterns of stars moved rapidly, attempting to disperse and redirect the lightning punishment.

However, Tiandao has the home-field advantage.

The lightning severed the energy exchange circuit between the phantom and the outside world. The left sleeve of the robe disintegrated under the continuous impact of plasma, turning into glowing debris that drifted down from the sky.

In order to maintain its original structure, the phantom was forced to stop drawing gravity from the Earth's core and redirect all the power of the rules upwards.

Reverse gravitational field, abort.

The seawater, rocks, and building debris, pulled high into the air, lost their support and crashed back to the seabed following the laws of gravity.

A hundred miles away, the evacuation fleet, which had been lifted into the air by the wall of water, crashed back onto the sea.

The impact of the collision between the hull and the water surface caused extensive deformation of the breakwater, but it did not disintegrate.

Taking advantage of this opening, Zhou Ran pulled out the Taihuang Black Blade that had sunk into the rock layer and used the remaining true energy in his body to forcibly suture the ruptured blood vessel network in his chest.

Their footsteps trod on the dried-up seabed, each step leaving a trail of blood.

He walked toward the energy transmission hub at the bottom of White Tower Island.

The central array, built at great expense by the White Tower Council, was originally intended to draw upon the spiritual veins and life force of experimental subjects.

Its underlying logic is the directional transmission of spatial coordinates.

Zhou Ran inserted the Taihuang Black Blade into the core slot with a reverse grip, changing the energy flow of the formation.

He forcibly reversed the upward absorption channel into a violent downward piercing.

The demonic energy flowed into the blade, causing the array circuitry to glow red-hot under overload, and the insulating material to melt and drip.

He wasn't fixing the system.

He intends to utilize its spatial penetration properties, combined with the demonic causality of the Taihuang Black Blade, to carve a physical hole in the three-dimensional coordinate system of Blue Star.

The black and gold lights converged at the core of the formation.

Zhou Ran gripped the knife handle and applied downward pressure.

Visible glass-like cracks have appeared in the space barrier beneath White Pagoda Island.

The blade was pushed forward three inches.

The crack expanded into a black fissure ten meters long and two meters wide.

There was no light inside the crevice, only a high concentration of demonic turbidity mixed with a pungent sulfurous smell emanating from it.

The surrounding rock surfaces were quickly corroded by demonic energy, revealing honeycomb-like pits.

The one-way passage to the Demon Realm has opened.

In the third second after the passage stabilized, a massive shadow blocked out the light source above the crack.

The star phantom, its body half-shattered by the heavenly lightning, forcibly broke free from the lightning tribulation's lock by abandoning part of its rule-based shell and landed on the seabed.

A gigantic hand, composed of dark star patterns and covered in scars from high-temperature carbonization, reached in from the outside of the crack. Five thick fingers gripped the edge of the crack tightly, pulling inward.

The space debris emitted a grinding sound.

The width of the crack was compressed from two meters to less than eighty centimeters.

Zhou Ran reversed his grip on the knife.

The blade of the Primordial Black Blade pointed upwards, cutting into the energy junction between the index and middle fingers of the giant hand. Driven by the Demon Emperor's battle intent, it oscillated at a high frequency, severing the rule connections that make up the fingers.

The giant hand's closing motion stopped.