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

The moment her natal soul lamp ignited, a black-gold crack appeared on Huan Yin's chest.

That crack did not belong to her.

It traveled tens of thousands of miles from the Wuxiang Pavilion, following the connection between the Soul-Capturing Bell and the Illusory Sound Soul, and directly nailed into the Fragrant Bed Illusion.

Huan Yin raised her hand and grabbed the crack, her peak Tribulation Transcending Soul Power erupting forth.

The entire illusion was covered by a dark red light, and the fragments left behind by the Soul-Capturing Bell simultaneously rose up, transforming into hundreds of tiny sonic blades that sliced ​​towards the black-gold cracks.

The sonic blade struck the crack, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, causing no ripples.

The black gold crack is neither a physical entity nor an ordinary law, but a record of judgment that has already been established.

As long as the judgment of "those who verify the truth are equally guilty" is not overturned, Huan Yin cannot sever it by force.

"I will destroy the Soul Lamp."

Huan Yin slightly raised her right hand, her fingertips wielding soul power like blades, preparing to actively sever the causal link between her soul and the Wuxiang Pavilion.

Zhou Ran grabbed her wrist.

"Don't break it."

"If you want to watch me burn to death, you can continue to stop me."

"The Soul Lamp is merely the destination; the Emperor's Son intends to burn you. If you sever the causal link now, it will directly enter your primordial spirit."

The illusionary sound stopped.

Looking at the black lines spreading across her chest, she knew that maintaining the connection was a slow death, while severing it would be an immediate gamble with her life.

"Do you have a solution?"

There is a road.

Zhou Ran loosened Huan Yin's wrist and took out half of a white bone pen.

The White Bone Pen had already broken when it slew the Bone Devourer, with only less than an inch of tip remaining. The crack still bore the scorch marks left by the clash between the Emperor's projection and the Demon Realm's Heavenly Punishment.

Zhou Ran's fingertips trembled slightly as he held the pen, and black-gold blood seeped out again from the cracks deep within his primordial spirit.

Huan Yin's gaze fell on the broken pen.

"Is this what you used to change the rules?"

"We can only change a few words now."

Is that enough?

"It depends on how long you can hold out."

Zhou Ran took out a black jade bottle from his storage space.

The bottle contains the original essence blood left behind by Tun Gu. It was originally the medium he used when he disguised himself as Tun Gu and communicated with the Emperor's son across realms. Now, the blood is still connected to the Emperor's Bone Transmission Array in the underground of the Demon Palace.

Zhou Ran opened the jade bottle and dipped the broken pen tip into the Bone Swallowing Origin Blood.

Huan Yin's gaze fell on the jade bottle.

"You intend to use your identity as a bone-swallower to alter my trial record?"

"It's not about changing it."

Zhou Ran gripped the broken pen, staring at the five ancient black and gold characters in mid-air.

"It's a supplementary record."

The black and gold cracks have spread to Huanyin's collarbone.

The natal soul lamp of Wuxiang Pavilion burned even more intensely, and her divine soul aura began to fluctuate.

Huan Yin did not urge him, but instead sat sideways on the fragrant couch, drawing all her soul power back into her body to suppress the out-of-control illusions around Zhou Ran.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Acknowledge everything you just saw."

"I saw it."

"Then remember it."

No matter what the prince shows you next, do not change your testimony.

Zhou Ran raised the broken pen, the tip landing below the five characters: "Those who verify the truth are equally guilty."

Before he had even finished writing the first stroke, the black-gold eyes in his primordial spirit suddenly contracted.

Emperor's Son Dark Nail sensed that someone was about to touch the judgment record, and a power of rules far exceeding the Nascent Soul level pressed down from the tip of the pen.

Zhou Ran's arm skin cracked open, and fresh blood dripped down her wrist.

The pen trembled violently and almost slipped from my hand.

Huan Yin reached out and pressed down on Zhou Ran's shoulder, sending a wisp of dark red soul power into his meridians, but it was forcibly repelled when it came into contact with the White Bone Pen.

"It doesn't allow others to take the burden for you."

"Then don't substitute."

Zhou Ran tightened his five fingers and used the blood from the source of the bone to write two words in the void.

[Evidence collection.]

After the two words appeared, the words "The verifier is guilty" that had been covering the incense bed did not disappear, nor did the Emperor's rule change the judgment immediately.

Huanyin glanced at it.

"It can't understand if you only write two words."

"It can understand it, but it doesn't recognize it."

Zhou Ran poured all the blood from the Bone-Swallowing Origin onto the broken pen and continued writing.

This soul examination has been changed to evidence collection.

As the complete rules were laid down, the Fragrant Bed Illusion suddenly sank several feet.

The black and gold eyes slowly turned to the newly appeared text, beginning to re-examine the entire soul-testing process.

Huan Yin entered Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness to verify his identity.

However, the verification results not only proved that Zhou Ran was not possessed by Ye Futian, but also proved that Zhou Ran was hunted down by the projection of the Emperor's Son, forcibly included in the elimination list, and that the Emperor's Son's rules had crossed boundaries to parasitize the primordial spirit.

Once these memories are considered evidence, Huanyin will no longer be the one helping Zhou Ran evade trial.

She is a witness who saw the prince overstep his bounds.

The emperor's son can judge the defendant, but he cannot erase a witness before the witness has finished speaking, otherwise it would conflict with his own rule of "judging before killing".

This was a prerequisite that Zhou Ran personally added on White Pagoda Island.

Before trial, no killing is permitted.

The black and gold eyes began to vibrate.

The cracks on Huan Yin's chest stopped spreading, and the black-gold flames on the Wuxiang Pavilion's natal soul lamp also paused briefly.

"Did it work?" Huanyin asked.

"One testimony is still missing."

"What should I say?"

Zhou Ran looked into the black and gold eyes: "You only need to answer whether Ye Futian is within my primordial spirit."

Huanyin stood up and stepped barefoot across the collapsing Xiangcao Illusion.

Facing that black and gold eye, she neither flinched nor concealed her peak-stage Tribulation Transcending Divine Soul aura.

"I, Huan Yin, served Ye Futian for 1,700 years. I have seen his primordial spirit, recognized his origin, and know every wisp of his soul."

She raised her hand and pointed at Zhou Ran.

"This person is not Ye Futian, not a vessel for possession, and certainly not a sample of the Emperor's son."

His name is Zhou Ran, and his primordial spirit, memories, and will all belong to him.

The Emperor's son forcibly marked living people under the guise of cleansing, and then used my soul-examination process to eliminate witnesses. I witnessed this with my own eyes.

As the last word was uttered, the patterns around the black and gold eyes lit up simultaneously.

Zhou Ran immediately used the broken pen to fill in the last line.

[Testimony filing.]

Four words were nailed into the void.

The black-gold crack on Huan Yin's chest rapidly contracted, and the life-bound soul lamp of Wuxiang Pavilion also stopped burning.

Before the two old women guarding the lamp could even catch their breath, the black and gold flames on the wick rolled back along the original path and retreated entirely into the Emperor's Hidden Nail.

The broken Soul-Capturing Bell on Huan Yin's ankle landed lightly on the ground.

She looked down at the last inch of black and gold crack on her chest, and a smile returned to her lips.

"It wanted to judge me, but in the end it gave you a handle to overstep its bounds."

This broken pen is truly domineering.

Zhou Ran didn't reply, but just stared at the closed black-gold eye in his primordial spirit.

The next moment, all the retreating forces of the rules did not disappear, but instead retaliated against the broken pen.