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

The Illusory Sound Domain of the peak Tribulation Transcending Realm has been unleashed.

Say it again.

Zhou Ran did not avoid her gaze.

"You are no one's legacy."

Dark red demonic light gradually condensed in Huan Yin's eyes.

Zhou Ran continued, "Ye Futian is dead. He left behind his sword, his origin, and his old followers. Who these things are willing to acknowledge is up to the living to decide."

"If you are willing to avenge him, I will not stop you; if you wish to preserve the old feelings from 30,000 years ago, that is none of my business."

"But you are a human being, not a trophy left to his successor after his death."

Zhou Ran raised his hand, grasped her wrist which was pressed against his throat, and slowly moved the finger away.

"I have no heir."

The illusory sound domain that enveloped the entire Demon Palace trembled slightly.

Huan Yin neither withdrew her hand nor became angry.

She stared at Zhou Ran for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing.

As laughter rang out, everything outside the hall, which had been frozen in time, was restored.

The bells remained silent, but the oppressive atmosphere around the throne had largely dissipated.

"If that old bastard Ye Futian heard this, he'd probably slash you first, then drag you out for a drink."

Huan Yin withdrew her hand and gently tapped the armrest of the throne with her fingertips.

"But you are definitely more pleasing to the eye than him, at least you know that people aren't things."

Qin San sheathed his sword.

Xiao Rou closed the Gu box, but she didn't completely relax.

Huan Yin looked down at the Taihuang Black Blade on Zhou Ran's lap: "You are not him, yet you can make this blade recognize you as its master, and you can also make your primordial bone block the Devouring Bone for you."

"You must have other secrets, especially the crack in your primordial spirit, which contains an aura that even I find repulsive."

"The Emperor's Son".

Zhou Ran did not hide anything.

Huan Yin's eyes flickered slightly: "That thing that left behind the rules of cleansing thirty thousand years ago?"

"How much do you know?"

"More than swallowing bones, but less than carrying the night sky."

Huanyin lifted her foot, and the dark red bell on her ankle fell into her palm.

"However, before we discuss the imperial prince, I must first confirm one thing."

"Are you an independent living person, or a vessel for possession created by Ye Futian using his remains and origin?"

Qin San asked in a deep voice, "How can we confirm?"

Huanyin gently shook the bell.

This time, no bell rang in the hall again.

Zhou Ran felt a certain force sweep across the depths of his primordial spirit.

The power did not attack him, but left only a very faint soul sound at the edge of the crack.

"The Soul-Capturing Bell can reveal the true form of the primordial spirit, but since your primordial spirit is damaged, ordinary soul examinations will cause the cracks to completely break open."

Huan Yin looked at Zhou Ran: "Only if I share a bed with you in my dreams, keeping our souls in sync, can I see who you really are without disturbing what's in the rift."

Mingcang lowered his head even further.

Qin San frowned: "Isn't there any other way?"

"have."

Huanyin looked at Zhou Ran with a smile.

"I will dig out his primordial spirit and take it back to the Wuxiang Pavilion to examine it slowly."

Which one do you choose?

Qin San tightened his grip on the knife, clearly preferring the third option to cut down the person who suggested the other two choices.

Zhou Ran stood up from the throne and held the Taihuang Black Blade in his hand.

"We can share a bed, but I'll never be without my knife."

Huanyin rose from the armrest, stepped barefoot onto the throne, her dark red dress trailing behind her on the steps.

With a wave of her hand, the entire main hall quickly lost its color.

A white, fragrant couch emerged from countless overlapping illusions.

"It's better if you have a knife; at least if I see something I shouldn't see, you can try to silence me."

She lay down on one side of the fragrant couch and placed the Soul-Capturing Bell between the two of them.

As Zhou Ran stepped into the illusion and lay down on the other side, a sharp pain immediately shot through the cracks in his primordial spirit.

Huanyin reached out and grasped the Soul-Capturing Bell.

But before she could even shake it, the most severe crack deep within Zhou Ran's primordial spirit suddenly opened to both sides.

Behind the crack, a cold, black-gold eye slowly opened and looked at Huanyin first.

The moment the black-gold eyes opened, Huan Yin's fingers, which were resting on the Soul-Capturing Bell, stopped.

Instead of retreating immediately, she turned to the side and looked at Zhou Ran through the bell between them.

At this moment, Zhou Ran's eyes were closed and her breathing was steady.

The black and gold eyes within the rift in his primordial spirit, however, showed no trace of his presence.

That eye is only for observation.

Calm, mechanical, devoid of any emotion.

"So this is what the imperial prince left on you."

The illusory voice was not loud, but Qin San and the others outside the illusory bed could not hear a word of it.

She ignored the twelve layers of restrictions when she entered the main hall, and now the illusion she has created has also isolated the entire Demon Palace.

Zhou Ran also noticed that gaze.

He tried to mobilize his spiritual power, but the crack seemed to be held in place by a nail.

The black and gold eyes did not close; instead, they began to record the fluctuations of Huan Yin's soul power.

"When did it come in?" Huanyin asked.

White Pagoda Island.

"You let it enter your primordial spirit?"

"It left its mark during the tribulation of the Nascent Soul stage."

Huan Yin raised an eyebrow: "To be able to use the Heavenly Tribulation to plant eyes in you, the things you've provoked are even more troublesome than what Ye Futian did back then."

"That old bastard at least knew to grow to the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm first, and then go and fight those who are not to be trifled with."

He eventually died.

"That's why I called him an old man."

Huan Yin stopped observing the black-gold eyes and instead held the Soul-Capturing Bell in her palm.

She placed her other hand on Zhou Ran's chest, her five fingers pressing against his heart through his robe.

Zhou Ran raised the Taihuang Black Blade in his hand, the blade pressed against her waist.

You'd better explain in advance.

"Soul verification requires a synchronized heartbeat."

"I will enter your sea of ​​consciousness. Do not resist anything you see. The more you resist, the faster your primordial spirit will break down."

Huan Yin glanced at the blade at her waist: "As for this knife, you can put it wherever you want, just don't let your hand shake."

"My hand is very steady."

"Then let's begin."

Huan Yin closed her eyes, and the Soul-Capturing Bell made its first sound.

The sound of the bell did not reach Zhou Ran's ears, but instead landed directly inside his primordial spirit.

His heartbeat paused for a moment.

The hand that Huanyin placed on his chest immediately transmitted another heartbeat.

The two rhythms were initially different.

Zhou Ran's heartbeat was heavy and steady, while Huan Yin's heartbeat kept changing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if countless people existed in one body at the same time.

This is the essence of the Illusionary Sound Technique.

She can mimic voices, breaths, and spiritual fluctuations, and can also integrate her existence into anyone's perception.

If she wanted, she could even make everyone in a city simultaneously believe that she was the person they knew best.

Zhou Ran did not follow her rhythm, but maintained her own heartbeat.

After a few breaths, the changing sounds began to decrease.

A dozen or so breaths later, Huan Yin's heartbeat moved closer to Zhou Ran's and eventually overlapped with his.

"You're quite domineering."

Huanyin opened her eyes.

"You said we needed to be on the same wavelength, but you didn't say who was with whom."

"Every time Ye Futian undergoes a soul examination, I take him with me."

So he died.

Huan Yin's lips twitched, almost interrupting her spellcasting.

She simply stopped speaking, tightened her fingers slightly, and sent her consciousness into Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness following the overlapping heartbeats of the two.

The illusion surrounding the incense bed shattered instantly.

Instead, a sea torn apart by lightning appeared.

Huanyin saw Zhou Ran standing on White Pagoda Island, with a giant eye of lightning hanging in the sky.

A finger projected from the Emperor's son fell from the sky, shattering the Grand Commander's Decree and the Heart Seal of the River of Oblivion one after another.

The scene shifts, and the gravity of Earth reverses, causing cities, seas, mountains, and countless living beings to detach from the ground.

Using himself as a coordinate, Zhou Ran directed the Divine Transformation Lightning Tribulation toward the Emperor's projection, and then used the Primordial Black Blade to tear open the rift in the Demon Realm.

"You're going to use the Nascent Soul Tribulation Lightning to directly clash with the Emperor's projection?"

For the first time, Huan Yin stopped teasing.