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

Mingcang's palms were sweating profusely.

The divine messenger from the Nine Nether Well will arrive within three hours, but Zhou Ran regards the 300,000-strong army of the Blood Sea as a dispensable bargaining chip.

Bloodlust was equally aware of the urgency of the situation.

She stared into Zhou Ran's eyes, trying to find any trace of feigned resistance, but all she saw was undisguised rejection.

This man is truly willing to abandon the sea of ​​blood.

Bloodlust raised his hand and put away the name on the wedding invitation.

"Very well. I can spare you the trouble of acknowledging the marriage, but the Blood Sea never surrenders its seal to the weak. If you want to mobilize the 300,000 Blood Demon Army, you'll have to pass through my three cups of blood wine first."

She lightly traced a line in the air with her finger.

Three white bone wine cups rose from the strange phenomenon of the sea of ​​blood and landed one after another in front of Zhou Ran.

With each cup served, the stench of blood in the hall intensified.

Huanyin straightened up and looked at the three wine glasses.

"The Three Cups of Blood Wine are the succession trial for the Blood Sea Domain Lords. You actually brought it here to test a Nascent Soul cultivator with a damaged primordial spirit. You really think highly of him."

"He can slay the Devourer of Bones, and he can also make you hand over the Seal of the Lord of the Formless Domain. If you can't even withstand three cups of wine, handing over the Blood Sea to him will only lead to your demise."

His bloodthirsty palm pressed down on the Blood Sea Domain Lord's Seal, his tone becoming more serious.

"The first cup tests courage and will draw upon the bloodline pressure of the strongest beings in the Blood Sea throughout history. If the drinker kneels down, the demonic blood within their body will be drained by the cup."

"The second test of his heart will make his greatest fear a reality. As long as there is a flaw in his mindset, his primordial spirit will be trapped in the illusion of the sea of ​​blood forever."

She pointed to the last glass of silvery blood wine, her smile now tinged with a hint of bloodlust.

"The third cup will test his fate. The wine will reflect the end of his karma. If his fate cannot bear it, his physical body and primordial spirit will become nourishment for the sea of ​​blood."

Upon hearing this, Qin San drew his blade completely.

"The Emperor has just taken the backlash from the rules for Empress Huanyin, and his primordial spirit is still recovering from its injuries. Your choice to use three cups of blood wine to test his fate at this time is utterly unfair."

Bloodlust turned his head to look at Qin San.

"I've heard of you. Back in the mortal realm, you dared to draw your sword against cultivators of higher realms. Even after coming to the demon realm, you haven't learned to be afraid. You're quite a loyal man."

She raised her hand and tapped the Blood Sea Domain Lord Seal, from which 300,000 soul sounds emanated.

Unfortunately, military power has never been fair.

If Zhou Ran wants these people to fight alongside him against the Emperor's Son and Divine Envoy, he must let them know that the new master is qualified to stand before everyone else.

Qin San was about to speak when Zhou Ran raised her hand to stop him.

"What's the stake?"

He looked at him with bloodlust.

"If you finish drinking three cups, the Blood Sea Domain Lord's Seal will be yours, and the 300,000 Blood Demon Army will be at the command of the Demon Palace."

"If you cannot withstand this, the Primordial Black Blade and the Demon Emperor's essence will revert to me. Your subordinates may leave the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace safely, and I will not pursue them."

Huanyin sneered.

"You've got a knack for business. If he dies in his drink, you take all the profits and still get praised for your trustworthiness."

"I gave him the chance to refuse."

Bloodlust picked up a blood cup identical to Zhou Ran's.

"The three cups of blood wine originated from my own blood sea. To prevent anyone from saying that I tampered with them, I drank each cup with him."

Zhou Ran glanced in the direction of the Nine Nether Well.

The vibrations from the sound transmission array had already reached the main hall, and the aura of the divine envoy crossing realms was getting closer and closer.

He reached out and picked up the first cup.

Qin San suppressed his anger and did not try to persuade him further.

Xiao Rou released a Gu worm, letting it perch on Zhou Ran's sleeve, preparing to swallow the strange power in the blood wine for him.

Bloodlust noticed this action but did not stop it.

"The Gu worm can be kept, but it cannot withstand the pressure of the Blood Sea's past domain lords. If you try to cheat with it, you will only end up losing another life."

Zhou Ran did not respond, but brought the wine glass to her lips.

The dark red wine in the glass swirls on its own.

A black and gold line emerges from the bottom of the cup, gradually outlining the contours of White Tower Island.

Beneath the shattered sky, the "Blue Star Reservation List" unfolds, with Zhou Ran's name at the top.

The name is written in bold black and gold ink.

In the scene, Zhou Ran's primordial spirit was pierced by the Emperor's finger, the Taihuang Black Blade was broken into several pieces, and the black pattern of the Return Path left by Lin Qingxue on his sleeve was burned to ashes by the black and gold flames.

Before even taking a sip, the image of Zhou Ran's death, erased by the Emperor's son, was already reflected in the wine.

The first cup of blood wine stirred the hidden nail of the Emperor's son within Zhou Ran's body, throwing the worst possible cause and effect, which had not yet occurred, into the wine.

Bloodlust held the same wine cup, his expression subtly changing.

She had tested the mountain-splitting wine with the first cup of blood wine.

When Lieshan saw himself being swallowed by the sea of ​​blood, he only lasted three breaths before retreating.

The scene depicted in Zhou Ran's cup was far more tragic than the splitting of a mountain.

The force of erasure even seeped through the wine, causing a stinging sensation in her body.

"It's not too late to let go now."

Bloodlustful opening.

"You have already accepted the karmic consequences of the Emperor's son's inevitable killing. If you drink this cup of wine again, the Blood Sea will take it as your voluntary resignation. Even if you withstand the pressure, your primordial spirit injuries will worsen."

"You poured the wine, and you also provided the way out."

Zhou Ran looked at the image of his shattered primordial spirit reflected in the cup.

"If the Blood Sea's 300,000-strong army fights according to this rule, no wonder Rift Mountain dares to block your way home."

His bloodthirsty expression darkened slightly.

"I kindly offered a reminder, but you used the Mountain-Splitting Technique to provoke me. You'd better keep your mouth shut after the wine is in your belly."

Zhou Ran tilted his head back and drank it down.

The dark red blood wine entered his body, but instead of flowing into his dantian, it transformed into hundreds of blood rings that bound his bones.

Seven figures appeared above the main hall, each of whom was once a Blood Sea Domain Lord, the weakest of whom possessed the cultivation level of Transcending Tribulation.

Seven gazes fell upon them simultaneously.

The nine steps beneath Zhou Ran's feet crumbled all at once, and the throne tilted backward.

The will of the Blood Sea's past domain lords was pressed into his bloodline, demanding that he kneel before the Blood Sea and acknowledge that he was merely an outsider using the domain seal.

His kneecaps made a soft cracking sound.

Zhou Ran pressed his right hand against the Taihuang Black Blade.

The scabbard fell to the ground, piercing through the broken stone steps and embedding itself into the main vein of the Demon Palace.

The Demon Emperor's essence spread along the blade, colliding head-on with the seven blood sea wills.

Zhou Ran's kneecap continued to sink, never touching the ground.

The seven former domain lords let out low growls, and their blood rings tightened.

The damage to his primordial spirit caused by the black gold nails also flared up at this moment, causing the main hall in front of him to appear as a double image.

Bloodlust stared at Zhou Ran's hand, which was gradually bleeding.

"The rules of the dead cannot suppress the living."

Zhou Ran gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and the black and gold lines on the Taihuang Black Sword lit up inch by inch.

Instead of attacking the seven figures, he turned his blade towards the wine glass and carved a deep "Stand" character on the bottom of the glass.

The oppressive aura of the seven past domain lords still exists.

Zhou Ran found a foothold that he had established himself.

The blood rings on their kneecaps shattered inch by inch, and the seven figures retreated simultaneously, ultimately being forced back to the Blood Cup by the Taihuang Black Blade.

The first wine glass cracked.

Zhou Ran remained standing before the throne.

Bloodlust picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"You passed the first cup. The way you carved words on the wine glass will be recorded in the Blood Sea Trial, so that later generations won't think that they can only rely on their knees to get by."