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

The sea of ​​consciousness cannot hide secrets.

Huan Yin's thoughts traveled through Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness.

She witnessed the battle on White Tower Island.

A Nascent Soul cultivator whose foundation was not yet stable forcibly seized the path to survival in the mortal realm from the Emperor's son.

The soul was riddled with cracks and on the verge of breaking apart.

The black-gold single eye deep within the rift stared intently at the void.

Deeply ingrained in one's mind.

On the eve of the closure of the boundary passage, Zhou Ran sent the array pivot jade slip back to Jiangcheng.

He did not take the two people with him.

He cut off his own escape route, drawing all the killing intent from the Emperor's projection onto himself.

"You erased the location of the mortal realm, but you yourself fell into the Sixth Heaven."

The voice of the illusion resounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"If you hadn't fallen outside Blackwind City, you would have been crushed into mincemeat by the immense pressure of this world."

"As long as I survive, that's enough," Zhou Ran said calmly.

"What about those who remained in the mortal realm?"

"They each have their own place to go."

The illusory sound made no judgment, and the thought continued.

The bloody battles of the mortal realm, the closure of the underworld, the purge of the White Tower, the retention list... the past unfolds one by one.

She saw Lin Qingxue remove the black silk and examine the door mark on his chest with her divine eyes.

The faint light from his dark eyes lingered on his sleeve.

The black pattern that led to the retreat was suppressed by the laws of the demon realm, flickering faintly but never dissipating.

"This girl looks aloof, but she's quite perceptive," Huan Yin chuckled.

Don't look at things that are irrelevant.

"Every corner of your soul may harbor the remnants of that old ghost's soul; I need to investigate thoroughly."

The voice in the illusion spoke as if it were perfectly natural.

My mind is set on another scene.

Xu Youwei sat upright in the center of the formation, a broken hairpin piercing her palm, her silver evil eyes screeching violently.

Zhou Ran casually wielded his brush, inscribing the words "Those who hold the eye do not feed on it," thus shielding her from the backlash of the law.

The scenery changes.

Chen Ya, who was in charge of the White Tower, refused to carry out the purge plan that would wipe out most of the living beings in the mortal realm.

As the black contract pattern entered his body, Zhou Ran used the Forgotten River Seal to peel away the laws, and the black blade swept across the sky, severing the cause and effect of the inheritance.

Xiao Rou stood in front of him, using the Nourishing Essence Gu to absorb the mixed demonic energy.

Despite knowing he was no match, Qin San still swung his sword at the high-level expert.

Gu Li, Xuan Ying, and the newly subdued Gu Ji bowed their heads before the gates of the Demon Palace, awaiting their new master.

Huanyin sounded somewhat strange.

This man shielded his subordinates from disaster, set up tents for the fallen demon soldiers, and destroyed the slave contracts upon entering the demon palace.

He did not regard these people as pawns.

"No wonder you said that people are not an inheritance," Huanyin whispered.

His thoughts lingered before the frozen coffin.

Yue Zhao lay inside, bound by the old decrees of the Moon Emperor, yet her soul fire remained unextinguished.

Zhou Ran stood outside the coffin, not forcibly waking her, but simply put away the magic method left by Meng Po.

"You didn't touch this woman either," Huanyin said. "If it were that old ghost, he would definitely wake her up first and forcefully ask her for an explanation."

"I am different from him."

"indeed."

Huan Yin withdrew her thoughts and examined the deepest part of his soul.

There was nothing there, not even the old ghost's remnant soul.

The demonic bones have been destroyed, only the original essence remains.

Black Knife recognized him as a person.

His 100,000 demon soldiers were not driven by bloodline.

There was no sign of possession on him.

With only the body of a mortal human, a Nascent Soul cultivator ventured into White Tower Island, surviving between the Emperor's son and the Heavenly Tribulation, and fell into this realm.

Now, at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he has already killed a Grand Duke in the Tribulation Transcending stage and occupied this Demon Palace.

"Finished the investigation?" Zhou Ran asked, his tone devoid of warmth.

"There's still one last step to go."

Huan Yin's thoughts transformed into countless fine threads, piercing the deepest part of his memory.

That was a forbidden place, a hiding place for remnants of souls.

The black knife was extended forward half an inch.

The knife tip pierced her red skirt at the waist, but did not injure her skin.

"Take another half step, and I will kill you."

Huanyin leaned close to his ear, her tone overlapping.

"What if he really is in there?"

"I will then execute him."

"You are holding his weapon."

"Weapons recognize living people."

"You are using his origin."

"The price has been paid."

"His men are bowing down to you."

"They are kneeling before me, not the dead."

Before he finished speaking, a sword intent appeared in his soul.

It wasn't the power of the black blade, but his own obsession.

The intent of the blade lay before the memories, severing all those delicate threads of thought.

Huan Yin opened her eyes, and the armrest of the throne beside her trembled slightly.

He was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and his soul was full of cracks, yet he managed to hold the line in the Tribulation Transcending stage.

If you forcefully test the waters, you will surely provoke Black Knife's desperate attack.

Huan Yin withdrew her thoughts and exhaled.

"He's become overly defensive."

Zhou Ran opened her eyes: "How is it?"

Huanyin straightened the torn hem of her skirt.

She moved slightly and leaned close to his ear.

"You are neither that old ghost, nor a possessed body."

"You are cleaner than him, but your mind is more complicated."

"The debts he incurred seem to be no less than his."

Zhou Ran's expression was indifferent: "The important business is done."

"I am merely stating the facts."

"Superfluous words."

"I'm including this for you."

Huanyin reached out to take the bell.

The moment his fingertips touched the copper bell, the black-gold single eye in the rift of his soul suddenly turned.

The pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

The imperial bone pattern spread from the corner of his eye, covering the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Five large black and gold characters are displayed inside the hall.

[Those who test the truth are guilty of the same crime. 】

Huan Yin suppressed her laughter.

The law is merciless.

Threats on the list of mortals are not to be investigated by others.

Any attempt to clarify their identity is considered an act of accomplice.

"Does this person even have the right to judge me?"

Huan Yin flicked her sleeve, and her Tribulation Transcending stage soul power pressed down on the five large characters.

The writing had not yet faded, and it backfired according to the intention.

The thin thread pierced through the barrier and headed straight for the Wuxiang Pavilion.

The copper bell on her ankle rang out crisply.

The bell split in two.

At this moment, deep within the Wuxiang Pavilion.

Extinguish the natal soul lamp that has stood for 30,000 years, and ignite a black-gold flame.

The old woman guarding the lamp looked surprised.

The twelve array platforms beside the soul lamp dissolved.

The flames avoided the wick, following the cause and effect to rush straight towards the body of the illusionary sound.

Huanyin stood up.

Looking at the shattered copper bell, her expression turned cold.

"My natal soul lamp... has lit up."

Inside the main hall, the large black and gold characters gradually faded away.

That merciless aura did not dissipate; instead, it followed the causal lines in the void and tightly bound Huanyin.

A corner of Huan Yin's red dress at her ankle was scorched by the fire.

She looked down at the black and gold flame, her eyes growing even colder.

"The emperor's reach is far enough."

She raised her right hand, her five fingers loosely clenched, attempting to forcibly sever the causal thread with her Tribulation Transcending stage cultivation.

That line was woven from the laws of nature, and no matter how much she channeled her soul power, she could not harm it in the slightest.

Zhou Ran stood up, drew his knife, and walked to her side.

"As I have said, these rules are unreasonable."

"If you want to live, don't use brute force."

Huan Yin turned her head to look at him; her face was somewhat pale.

"Do you understand these rules?"

"I dealt with it on White Tower Island."

Zhou Ran held the Taihuang Black Blade horizontally in front of him, the black and gold lines on the blade shimmering slightly.

He closed his eyes and connected with the Wangchuan Heart Imprint within his body.

The will of the new laws of the underworld flowed within him, resonating with that law of judgment.

"In my name, I will sever the cause and effect."

Zhou Ran gave a low shout and slashed out with his black blade.

This strike didn't create any wind or even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy.

As the blade sliced ​​through the void, the black line wrapped around Huan Yin's body emitted a faint cracking sound.

The black-gold flame paused slightly.

Huanyin seized this fleeting opportunity and spat a mouthful of blood onto the shattered copper bell.

"seal up!"

The fragments of the copper bell transformed into a red light, forcefully suppressing the backlash.

The strange phenomena inside the main hall gradually subsided.

Huan Yin's face was somewhat pale, clearly indicating that she had exhausted herself.

She looked at Zhou Ran with a complicated expression.

"That stab you just made was quite something."

"However, this is only temporary."

"As long as the natal soul lamp remains lit, this judgment will not cease."