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

The deadline for removing the name of the official is only six days away.

The Devouring Heaven Demon Palace is on full alert.

Military orders and mandates were circulated rapidly, and supplies from all directions were poured into the hands of key generals like a flowing river.

The cold algae growing in the third to seventh layers of the well were harvested in large quantities and directly filled into the secret chamber where Qin San and Gu Ji were in seclusion.

Using this medicine to bathe one's meridians can multiply the speed of demonic essence purification, which is exactly what cultivators in the Integration stage want.

Qin San, shirtless, sat cross-legged on a stone bed covered with thick, cold algae, with the Taihuang Black Blade resting on his knees.

As the chill washed over his body, several new tendrils sprouted from the Emperor-grade dark patterns on the outside of the scabbard.

He had been stuck at this hurdle for two whole years, and this batch of potent medicine was enough to help him break through the final barrier.

Gu Ji's body is unique; he was forcibly modified by swallowing bones in the past.

Jiuyou personally prepared a batch of deathly cold algae paste and applied it directly to the seams on both sides of his spine.

The previous mottled damage began to heal, and the marks left by swallowing bones peeled away layer by layer, finally revealing his true cultivation potential.

Several large boxes of high-quality blood crystals were transported by the Blood Sea and piled up in Xiao Rou's room.

She crushed the crystal, mixed it with water, and forced the worm's mouthparts open to force it down her throat.

The golden gu opened its six membranous wings and swallowed greedily, its originally grayish shell sprouting crimson barbs.

This thing is undergoing a complete transformation.

Mingcang, holding the account book, revealed everything to Zhou Ran.

"Forty percent of the Cold Algae has been consumed, thirty thousand Blood Crystals have been spent, and another two thousand catties of Soul-Stabilizing Sand have been allocated to fill the base of the military register. At this rate, we should still have thirty percent of our reserves left after six days."

Zhou Ran tapped on the table.

"Reserve 30% to cope with unforeseen circumstances, and keep the rest readily available for supply."

Training troops for defense and allocating supplies.

Hundreds of thousands of people across the four regions work non-stop, without a moment's rest.

......

Noon on the third day, in the Demon Palace's dining hall.

This place was once a place for swallowing bones and drinking wine for pleasure, and it was decorated with elaborate and ornate designs.

After Zhou Ran got started, he smashed the extra items, leaving only the long stone table and a few benches.

Zhou Ran sat down with a bowl of hot rice porridge in his hand, and looked up to see three people sitting on either side of the long table.

Huanyin held the seat on the right, with a plate of frozen fruit from an extremely cold region in front of her.

She moved her mouth with extreme precision, using her own soul power to remove the cold impurities from the fruit pulp with every slight movement of her lips.

Bloodlust sat on the left, with no bowls or plates in front of him, only a large jar of inferior blood wine and a half-cooked animal leg.

She gripped the meat and bone with her ten fingers and tore at it forcefully, juice dripping onto the stone surface.

Jiuyou sat directly in front, facing a half-full glass of water.

She had long since given up any appetite, and was only there because two other people were also sitting there.

Three top masters gathered together.

The officers who were eating at the nearby tables didn't even dare to pick up any food; one after another, they slipped out the door with their bowls in their hands.

Zhou Ran put the bowl down.

Huanyin picked out a large ice fruit and presented it to the other person.

"This substance nourishes the primordial spirit. The opening in your sea of ​​consciousness is still there; it's time to repair it."

Before she could finish speaking, a greasy hand reached out from her left, grabbed the rim of the bowl with its five fingers, and pulled the bowl and fruit away right in front of Huanyin.

Bloodlust poured the fruit pulp into his mouth and chewed it up forcefully.

"Ice shards".

She gave a comment and pushed the empty bowl back.

"Your body is already cold, and eating this stuff will freeze all your blood and energy back into your meridians."

Huan Yin sipped the fruit, her dark red magic power climbing down the stone platform, freezing the Bloodthirsty Wine jar into a layer of white frost.

Bloodlust grabbed the jar and gulped down the iced wine. The chill made half of her teeth go numb, and her eyes immediately flashed with ferocity.

Jiuyou pushed the white water in front of him directly to the middle.

At the bottom of the cup was a small piece of spiritual crystal formed from the Nine Netherworld, which was the gentlest way to treat the physical body.

"drink."

She uttered a single word, placed her hands on her knees, and ignored the other two objects.

Zhou Ran downed the cup.

The heat penetrated from the throat into the internal organs and spread throughout the body.

Thank you.

All three eyes were fixed on the hand that he had put down the cup.

The oppressive atmosphere was even greater than the military formations in front of the palace.

Qin San, carrying the food box, happened to reach the doorway. Glancing inside, he immediately turned and fled.

Zhou Ran bent down and scraped the bottom.

They didn't chime in or get involved.

He had figured out how to protect himself in this situation.

Huan Yin rested her chin on her hand, watching Zhou Ran swallow.

"Back then, when I ate with her, the whole place was air-conditioned. Now, with the three of us here, it's like everyone's here."

Bloodlust severed the bones and fascia of the animal.

"I'll eat on time, stop with the nonsense."

Jiuyou's fingers brushed across the water stains on the cup's surface.

"Me too."

Huanyin chuckled softly.

"It was all just a coincidence. Coincidentally walking in, coincidentally sitting at the same table, coincidentally spotting the same person."

Zhou Ran emptied his bowl and got up from his seat.

"We're done. Let's go check out the barracks."

He strode out, three pairs of eyes watching his every move until he turned the corner.

He had just stepped out of the dining hall when Mingcang rushed towards him from the corridor, walking and running.

Mingcang raised half of the transducer tablet that was about to crumble.

"Urgent order from Blue Star!"

Zhou Ran stopped, and the three people inside the room looked over in response.

Mingcang handed over the broken jade.

"Chen Yaliu's voice."

"Mo Mingling has started writing again."

Zhou Ran took the talisman and sent his divine sense into it.

Chen Ya's urgent voice traveled directly through the patterns on the broken jade.

"Zhou Ran, the name-erasing order has turned its pen around. This time it's not targeting anyone; four words appeared on the paper—'The Black Pattern of the Return Path.'"

"It wants to sever your connection with Earth."

The sound transmission jade shattered completely.

Zhou Ran flicked the stone dust from between his fingers and stared intently at his left wrist.

The mark that was originally as black as ink has now faded to a dark gray.

As soon as Zhou Ran issued his emergency summons, all the leaders gathered again in the main hall.

The unified ledger was opened wide, and the last page, apart from the four large characters "Return Path Black Pattern" that appeared out of thin air, was completely blank.

The prince changed his approach.

When you can't deal with people, turn your attention to the road.

Huan Yin's words revealed the true meaning behind it all.

"To get rid of people, you have to find loopholes in their military records and documentation. The military register has a new rule that once a name is on the register, it can't be erased, whether the person is dead or alive."

Her finger pointed to the page.

"This passageway doesn't count as a living thing, it's not registered in the military, and the military register doesn't cover it."

Nine Netherworlds added.

"The prince is exploiting a loophole in the rules you set."

Zhou Ran rolled up his sleeves.

The dark lines on the skin gradually faded, and the originally distinct ink marks became a blurry mess.

Lin Qingxue telepathically drifted over using the broken magic array, panting heavily.

"The Dharma Eye is holding it up, and all the Soul-Stabilizing Sand has been used to guard the Source Gate. The progress has been slowed down a bit, but it can't be completely shut down."

He gasped for breath, his breathing becoming extremely heavy.

"Judging from this, the black-striped creature can only hold out for four days at most."

Xu Youwei then chimed in, her silver eyes possessing a unique legal pressure that transcended both realms.

"I have preserved the traces of every stroke. I do not dissect it from the outside, but only dig out the source and the foundation."

Zhou Ran raised his arm.

The black markings grew on the tendons of the wrist, and their ends were directly connected to the magic array guarded by Lin Qingxue.

The other party left a vow after this mark was made that day.

When people have something to care about, the path will naturally remain.

These patterns are detached from the framework of magic and space, surviving solely on the bond that connects the two sides.

Lin Qingxue threw out the hook, Zhou Ran grabbed the rope, and the path was completed.

The prince was not digging a road, but severing the karmic ties of a person's past life.