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

Her dark red dress billowed in the night breeze, and the ends of her hair rose and fell.

She wasn't holding anything in her hands, but a wisp of extremely condensed dark red soul light was wrapped around her ten fingers.

The light didn't resemble magic; it was more like a living thing, flickering with her breath.

Zhou Ran recognized him.

The Natal Musical Note. The core foundation of the Formless Domain Lord, equivalent to the Natal Golden Core of a Golden Core cultivator.

Huan Yin walked up to him, but instead of sitting down, she bent down and pressed the wisp of dark red soul light onto the blade of the Taihuang Black Blade.

The natal note disappeared into the blade.

A dark red rune appeared out of nowhere between the third and fourth lines, fitting perfectly.

The Taihuang Black Blade hummed, its temperature dropped sharply, and a thin film of soul power, visible to the naked eye, appeared on its blade.

Zhou Ran grabbed her wrist. The movement was light, but quick.

"You gave your life's most precious note to the knife, what will you rely on to support yourself?"

Huan Yin didn't pull her hand away. Her gaze fell on where he was gripping it, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

That smile was different from his usual playful one; it revealed a sense of composure after making the decision.

"I have cultivated for three thousand years, and what I have accumulated is more than just a single musical note."

Without this, one's cultivation level drops by half a stage, from peak Tribulation Transcending to late Tribulation Transcending. But one won't die.

She gripped Zhou Ran's knuckles with her other hand, her grip even tighter than his.

"The blow you can't withstand tomorrow, I will take for you."

With this musical note inside the blade, the Formless Domain can unfold from the blade. It's like giving you half of my life in your hands.

Zhou Ran looked into her eyes, his dark red pupils revealing no hesitation.

He released his grip, and Huanyin straightened up and took a step back.

The night breeze blew a few strands of her long, loose hair to the side of her face, but she didn't bother to gather them up.

"Last time you asked me if I was moved or not."

She suddenly spoke.

"I'll make things clear tonight. It started when I carried you through the trial in the black coffin."

The rules of the Emperor's Son require measuring the depth of cause and effect; it is all about measuring.

"I am not afraid of their investigation."

After saying that, she turned and went down the steps.

The dark red dress disappeared around the corner.

Zhou Ran glanced down at the Taihuang Black Blade.

The dark red rune next to the third line was still faintly glowing, as if it had its own pulse.

The second one to arrive was bloodlust.

She didn't go up the steps.

The Blood Sea Origin carried her figure, moving her directly sideways from the side of the Star Gazing Platform. When she landed, the soles of her boots hit the stone slabs with a crisp sound.

Bloodlust didn't stand and speak. She strode to the armrest of the throne next to Zhou Ran and plopped down on it.

The spear rested casually on his shoulder, and his red eyes swept over Zhou Ran, who was sitting cross-legged.

"I won't talk about those roundabout things."

She spread out her left hand.

A crimson seal lay horizontally in his palm, the Blood Sea Domain Lord's Seal.

The light of 300,000 soldiers' spirits on the seal surface was condensed into a fist-sized blood-red pearl, scalding hot.

Bloodlust grabbed Zhou Ran's right hand and slapped the Domain Lord Seal into his palm.

The essence of the Blood Sea surged from the seal's face, traveled along his meridians, and then calmed down.

The souls of the 300,000 Blood Demon Army resonated with his primordial spirit.

Zhou Ran's palms were burning hot, the imprint still pulsating, holding the pulse of 300,000 doses.

Zhou Ran looked up at her.

His bloodthirsty red eyes met his gaze, which held seriousness, domineering intent, and a faint hint of unease.

"I am giving you the Sea of ​​Blood, not just temporarily storing it, not temporarily depositing it."

She clenched her fists, which were resting on her knees, until her knuckles turned white.

"After the war, I want to renegotiate our marriage proposal."

This isn't a transaction, not the old saga of exchanging a dowry for military power.

She paused, her red eyes shifting half an inch away.

"What I want is you, do you understand?"

Zhou Ran held the scorching hot Domain Lord Seal, his palm burning painfully.

After saying this, Bloodlust jumped off the armrest, picked up his spear, and strode away.

He paused for a moment when he reached the top of the steps, his back straight and taut.

"Don't die tomorrow."

The sound was so soft that the night breeze barely reached Zhou Ran's ears.

After the Bloodlust left, the observatory fell silent again.

The heartbeat from the bottom of the Nine Nether Well pierced through layers of earth veins, echoing throughout the entire Demon Palace.

Zhou Ran waited for a long time.

When the moon was high in the sky, a deathly aura seeped out from the cracks in the steps.

It was so silent that even the wind seemed frozen.

Jiuyou, barefoot, stepped onto the star-gazing platform through the thin mist of deathly energy.

Her black dress trailed down to her ankles, and her pale face looked as cold as a jade sculpture in the moonlight.

She didn't approach; she stopped five steps away.

"I have no musical notes to give you, nor will I shove the domain seal into your hands."

Jiuyou's voice was very calm, as if he were stating something that had nothing to do with him.

"The things they gave us were things we would have used when we were alive."

"I'll give you a safety net after death."

She raised her hand, her index finger tracing an arc in the air.

The death energy condensed into an extremely fine carving knife, which landed on the back of Zhou Ran's right hand.

The ice seeped into my bones.

A line of words was etched under the skin, coexisting with the bloodthirsty ancestral blood mark and the location essence of the illusory sound.

The marks were not deep, yet they revealed the most ancient coffin burial laws of the Nine Netherworlds.

Jiuyou withdrew her finger and glanced at her work. Her expression remained unchanged.

"My black coffin contains the remains of only one person."

If you die, I will lock you up inside.

He was buried in the deepest part of the Nine Nether Well.

Never let the Emperor find your body.

Zhou Ran looked down at the engravings on the back of his hand. The handwriting was the same as the inscription on the inner wall of the black coffin that read, "This coffin is for the burial of only one person."

He raised his head.

Jiuyou stood in the moonlight, his pale face revealing no superfluous emotions.

But her fingertips remained suspended in mid-air, and she swallowed back the food that had reached her lips.

"Nine Netherworlds".

"Um."

"I will not die tomorrow."

The dark lines between Jiuyou's brows contracted slightly. After several breaths, she spoke.

"I don't believe you."

She turned around.

"I only believe in my own coffin."

The deathly aura dissipated.

Zhou Ran was the only one left on the observatory.

The Taihuang Black Blade now bears the natal musical notes of Huanyin, and its right hand holds the Blood Sea Domain Lord Seal of Bloodlust, while the back of its hand is engraved with the Coffin Burial Law of the Nine Netherworlds.

The promises of three peak Tribulation Transcending experts weighed heavily on him, heavier than any formation.

Once midnight has passed.

The heartbeat at the bottom of the Nine Nether Well stopped.

It wasn't fading, it wasn't disappearing. It simply fell silent abruptly and decisively.

Zhou Ran suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the Nine Nether Well.

Xiao Rou's eight-winged golden gu emitted a shrill cry from a hundred feet away, all eight membranous wings stood up, and its body was covered in barbs that trembled incessantly.

Ming Cang's voice burst from the military register, his throat cracking.

"Your Majesty! The resonance of the earth's veins at the bottom of the Nine Nether Well has completely stopped! That thing's vital signs have changed from 'growth' to 'activity'!"

It has already taken shape.

It is opening its eyes.

On the seventh day, before dawn.

The sky was still shrouded in the inky darkness of night, but the opening of the Nine Nether Well was lit up.

That color had never appeared in the Sixth Heaven.

A black and gold beam of light shot straight up from the bottom of the well into the sky, tearing a rift in the entire sky.

The space on both sides of the rift burst outwards, and fragments fell to the ground, burning out fist-sized craters.

The alarms sounded simultaneously from all four military formations.

Qin San sprang up from his inspection post, drawing his Taihuang Black Blade.

The newly grown patterns on the blade flickered frantically, warning its master that what was coming was not something he could touch.