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

Zhou Ran freed his left hand and used the fragments of the Forgotten River Heart Seal on his chest, which were not yet completely shattered, to locate Chen Ya on the evacuation fleet a hundred miles away through the causal network at the bottom of the underworld.

He took out a cyan jade slip from his storage space, imprinted the password for modifying the underlying protocol of the White Bone Pen into it, applied a directional void teleportation spell, and attached an encrypted command.

The jade slip slip slipped from his hand, transforming into a stream of light that traveled along the causal lines through the storm-ravaged sea, flying directly into the main control room of the evacuation ship and landing steadily on Chen Ya's worktable.

The instruction was only one sentence: "Immediately seal off all abnormal passages and array points in Jiangcheng with Lin Qingxue."

Physically isolated from all external access.

This is the highest priority.

He reconnected the cause and effect, and located the four people on the evacuation ship.

Security supervisor Qin San, Gu-technique consultant Xiao Rou, and two demon clan dukes, Gu Li and Xuan Ying.

The environment of the Demon Realm is not suitable for ordinary people to survive.

But if they stay on Earth, these people will become targets for future purges.

A spatial restraint array took shape beneath Zhou Ran's feet, drawing the last bit of energy remaining from the White Tower Island's spiritual veins and remotely activating spatial displacement.

Inside the main control room of the evacuation ship, Qin San was monitoring the damage to the hull, his hand on the knife handle.

Xiao Rou inspected the sealed box containing the condensate crystals. Xuan Ying and Gu Li stood guard on either side of the hatch.

The next second, a beam of eerie green light pierced through the ship's armor and enveloped the four people without warning.

The four people's gaze shifted directly from the bright cabin to the dark and oppressive underwater ruins of White Tower Island.

Qin San landed, his tactical boots sparking as they scraped against the rocks, his body momentarily unbalanced due to the unbuffered spatial jump.

Xiao Rou hugged the sealed box tightly and rolled on the ground to dissipate the force. The two demon princes, relying on their powerful physical strength, stood firmly.

"Boss, is this a job transfer or a layoff?"

Xiao Rou steadied herself, brushed the dust off her clothes, and didn't ask why she had been dragged back to this battlefield.

Qin San looked behind Zhou Ran.

The giant star hand, still struggling to reattach itself to the edge of the crevice, and the enormous projection behind it.

He doesn't need to think too much.

"Enter the passage." Zhou Ran gave the order and took the lead, drawing his sword and stepping into the black rift.

Qin San followed.

Two demon dukes, one on each side, escorted Xiao Rou as they filed in.

The moment the last Grand Duke stepped into the rift, the true form of the Emperor's projection appeared in front of the rift.

The illusory starlight emitted high-frequency oscillating sound waves without the involvement of vocal cords, directly damaging the brain and neural structure of carbon-based organisms.

The sound waves entered the channel and were greatly weakened by the chaotic spatial turbulence inside.

During the weightless spatial teleportation, Zhou Ran turned around and saw the phantom of a star trying to squeeze its massive body into the passage.

We cannot leave the coordinates of Blue Star to it.

He summoned the illusory form of the White Bone Pen.

Writing in turbulent space, where the resistance of the medium is several times that of normal, causes a dislocated pain in the finger bones.

He suppressed the pain and wrote four words in the void at the entrance of the passage at an extremely fast speed.

The way home is blocked.

As the words were written, the underlying logic of this specific trajectory connecting Earth and the Demon Realm collapsed.

The spatial barrier beneath White Tower Island was completely shattered in the explosion, erasing all data related to this teleportation.

The passageway lost its direction and began to shake violently.

The five relied on the outward release of demonic energy to form a shield and drifted with the current.

A dark red spot of light appeared ahead.

Zhou Ran took the lead and rushed out. The feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and the downward drag took over everything.

They were ejected from the spatial passage and crashed heavily onto a hard, sulfurous ground.

The soil was dark ochre in color and its texture was even stronger than the steel of Blue Star.

Zhou Ran adjusted his posture within seconds of falling, landing on his feet. The impact caused a cracking sound in his knee joint; his meniscus was torn.

The Sixth Heaven of the Demon Realm.

The gravitational constant is 120 times that of Earth, and the air is filled with highly corrosive, turbid gas. If an ordinary cultivator inhales even one breath, their alveoli will be burned instantly.

After landing, Qin San used his long sword to brace himself against the ground, forcing himself not to fall. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his muscle fibers continued to spasm under the strain of gravity.

Xiao Rou was pinned to the ground, finding it extremely difficult to even move a finger.

The two natives, Gu Li and Xuan Ying, behaved relatively normally, quickly standing up and blocking Zhou Ran's way.

Before they could even discern the terrain, an invisible net covering hundreds of miles descended from the sky.

It's not a network of physical materials; it's divine consciousness.

A highly refined and exclusive advanced mental energy detector.

Judging from the density and coverage, the releaser must be at least at the Tribulation Transcending stage of cultivation.

When his divine sense swept over, Zhou Ran felt a numbness in his spine, as if a red-hot steel needle was piercing straight down from the back of his head.

It scanned the area, completed the identity marking, then converged upwards and disappeared.

There was no attack, no pursuit, just marking.

This is what makes people even more uneasy.

The marked items don't need to be handled personally; others will take care of them for you.

The dissemination of coordinate information is instantaneous.

One kilometer away, a patrol team on a local mission changed direction.

The fifteen members did not travel by flying, but by performing high-speed, low-altitude jumps under high gravity, each landing leaving a shallow crater in the reddish-brown rock.

Three minutes later, a semi-circular enclosure was formed.

The lower level consisted of fourteen demonic cultivators clad in black bone armor, all with cultivation levels ranging from the early to mid-stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

On Earth, those at the Nascent Soul stage are overlords. Here, they are mere infantry.

The demon general at the forefront was over three meters tall, with grayish-blue skin, no hair, and a face consisting of only a single, enormous eye occupying a third of his face, aside from his mouth. Dark golden demonic runes flowed across his muscles. He wore no protective gear, and his energy field was stable at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm.

Compared to Zhou Ran, the gap in their cultivation levels is obvious.

The demon general's single eye swung, its gaze sweeping over the five people on the ground in turn.

Xiao Rou was ignored. Qin San was deemed a low-value target.

The demon general's gaze lingered on Xuan Ying and Gu Li for two seconds. Recognizing that they were both demons, his eyes revealed contempt.

Finally, their gazes settled on Zhou Ran and the Taihuang Black Blade behind him.

The long sword in Qin San's hand, crafted from a special alloy and a Void Realm chip, also piqued the other party's interest.

Gu Li and Xuan Ying faithfully carried out their guard duties, taking half a step forward to the left and right respectively, shielding Zhou Ran behind them.

The demon general did not make a sound.

He raised his thick right arm and pushed his palm forward. There were no fancy spells involved; it was purely the compression of the surrounding space density by the spiritual power of the Void Refinement stage.

The high-density air wall struck Gu Li and Xuan Ying's chests at near-sonic speed.

The bone fragments in front of the chest were shattered, and the ribs were fractured extensively.

The shadow shield that Xuan Ying had condensed couldn't even last for a millisecond.

Two demon dukes, who were capable of rivaling top-tier superhumans on Earth, were blasted away by this air wall. They slid backward for more than twenty meters in the high-gravity environment, smashing through several protruding rocks along the way, before finally collapsing to the ground, spitting out purplish-black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.