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

Gu Ji rushed out of the barracks, but before he even reached the front line, the ground beneath his feet began to shake.

This was not an ordinary earthquake.

The entire ley line was bowing, kneeling.

Ming Cang clung tightly to the Unified Army Register, causing the light from hundreds of thousands of military records on the register to dim by 30% at the same time.

A pure crushing of hierarchy forced all lower-level beings to bow down.

"Everyone, withdraw from the area within 300 li of the Nine Nether Well!"

Jiuyou's voice came from within the death aura array, carrying an unusual urgency.

"It's here!"

The black-gold pillar of light expanded to its limit.

Then, the Nine Nether Well exploded from the bottom.

The entire deep well was like a bamboo tube that had been pierced from the inside, shattering layer by layer from bottom to top.

The skeletal remains of the deceased on the ninth floor were swept away by the shockwave, the ancient inscriptions on the eighth floor peeled off in pieces, and the array platform left by the Crimson Scale on the seventh floor turned to dust.

A figure rose from the ruins.

Zhou Ran stood on the star-gazing platform, the Taihuang Black Blade held horizontally in front of him.

All seven lines lit up, but his hand holding the knife trembled. His meridians spasmed involuntarily under the pressure, and his joints made a soft creaking sound.

The figure was only twice as tall as an average person, about three zhang tall.

But the moment it stood up, the entire sky of the Sixth Heaven seemed to lower.

His entire body was covered in black and gold armor, with dense, regular patterns engraved on each armor plate.

Those patterns are alive, moving, recombinating, and evolving on the nail surface.

It has no face.

The head was surrounded by a swirling mass of black and gold mist, with a vertical pupil suspended in the center of the mist.

The vertical pupil was exactly the same as the black-gold eyeball inside Tu Huai's body, only a thousand times larger.

The Emperor's son, now an official, has been completely transformed. He has descended upon the Sixth Heaven.

It stood on the ruins of the Nine Nether Well, without taking a single step.

But the earth veins of the four regions have already knelt down on their own.

The stone slabs on the ground turned up one by one, like the bent backs of worshippers.

The unified army proclamation emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

Hundreds of thousands of military personnel simultaneously faded to almost nothing.

Blood streamed down Mingcang's chin from his nose, and he pressed his hands tightly against the book.

"The military personnel weren't wiped out! They're just being suppressed! They're still usable!"

He roared hoarsely.

The aura of peak Tribulation Transcending experts erupted simultaneously from three directions.

The first to unfold was the Formless Realm of Illusory Sound.

A dark red illusion barrier rose from the south, and the soul power of 30,000 Illusionary Demon Guards converged into a giant screen, blocking the Emperor's pressure from the outside.

Hundreds of phantoms flew out from the barrier, each bearing the cultivation fluctuations of a late-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivator.

A bloodthirsty sea of ​​blood pressed in from the west.

The crimson blood energy surged into a tsunami, and the military spirits of the 300,000 Blood Demon Army transformed into a tangible attack, carrying the violent power of the Ancestral Pool's essence blood, and slammed fiercely towards the location of the Emperor's son.

The Nine Netherworlds blocked all escape routes from the north.

The deathly aura condensed into hundreds of layers of coffin shadows, completely surrounding the ruins of the Nine Nether Well.

Each layer of the coffin is engraved with the most ancient Nine Netherworld Restriction, designed specifically to suppress beings above the Tribulation Transcending stage.

The sealing formation set up by the three peak Tribulation Transcending experts was enough to trap any known sixth-level Heavenly Realm expert.

The prince raised his right hand.

Extend your index finger.

A gentle tap.

The three-sided formation shattered simultaneously.

The barrier of illusion was pierced, the soul power connection of the 30,000 illusionary guards was broken, and hundreds of phantoms turned to ashes.

The bloodthirsty sea of ​​blood paused for a moment upon contact with that finger, then surged back, and the attack of 300,000 military souls was all deflected back to the main formation.

The coffin shadow of the Nine Netherworlds collapsed layer by layer from the outside in, and the death energy was crushed into dust by the black gold rules.

One finger can break through three formations.

Huan Yin let out a muffled groan, and dark red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Bloodlust was knocked back a hundred feet by the blood energy he had just deflected. When he finally managed to stabilize himself by planting his spear in the ground, his tiger's mouth was already split open.

The Nine Netherworlds are the most tragic.

The coffin shadows were connected to her innate laws, and the backlash from the shattering of hundreds of layers of coffin shadows pressed down on her, turning her pale face transparent.

The Emperor's vertical pupils turned towards the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace.

No nonsense.

It stretched out its right hand, its five fingers grasping the Devouring Demon Palace.

Zhou Ran only saw the sky shatter.

The space hundreds of feet above the Devouring Demon Palace was shattered by someone's grip. Spatial fragments fell one after another, each carrying a destructive cutting force.

The top of the observatory was cut off by one-third, the stone pillars were broken, and debris flew everywhere.

Qin San tackled Ming Cang, and the Taihuang Black Blade drew an arc of light, cleaving the spatial fragments above their heads. But there were too many fragments to follow.

Gu Ji rushed forward and used his body to block Jun Ce, but his back was cut by three pieces of spatial fragments, leaving deep wounds that exposed bone.

Xiao Rou's eight-winged golden gu spread all its membranous wings, creating a carapace barrier above her head, with four of its barbs being severed by spatial fragments.

Zhou Ran gripped the Taihuang Black Blade tightly.

All seven lines lit up, and all the mana of the peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator poured into the blade.

The natal musical note left by Huan Yin vibrated violently beside the third pattern, and the Formless Domain unfolded from the blade, blocking the three nearest spatial fragments for him.

The bloodthirsty domain lord's mark burned in his palm.

The soul power of the 300,000 Blood Demon Army surged into his meridians through the seal, pushing his attack power to its limit.

Zhou Ran drew his sword.

He leaped up from the observatory.

The distance of several hundred feet shortened beneath his feet.

The Demon Emperor's essence poured out from the depths of his dantian, enveloping his entire body in golden light.

At this moment, the seven patterns on the Taihuang Black Blade shone brightest, each one buzzing, trembling, and roaring.

One strike, and all is lost.

It slashed at the black and gold palm that was still suspended in mid-air.

The moment the blade touched the black-gold palm, Zhou Ran heard a crisp sound.

It wasn't the sound of a hand shattering.

It was the seven patterns on the Taihuang Black Blade, three of which were destroyed.

The recoil force traveled straight through the Taihuang Blade, penetrating all of Zhou Ran's meridians.

The Emperor's black and gold hand is connected to the entire system of rules.

With this slash, he single-handedly used his flesh and blood to break through the iron wall.

Zhou Ran flew out horizontally.

The spine was bent under the force, and the ground beneath the body collapsed inch by inch.

Amidst the tumbling rocks, he was forcefully pressed deep into the earth veins of the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace.

The soil and rocks burst open.

The ground collapsed into a deep pit, about three zhang in diameter.

An earthen dragon rose into the sky, obscuring the remaining observatory.

Qin San's eyelids twitched wildly, and the earth beneath his feet trembled repeatedly.

The emperor's son did not look even halfway up to the bottom of the pit.

He withdrew his right hand, and the regular patterns on the black and gold armor leaf flowed and intertwined, showing no effect from the previous impact.

Coughs emanated from the bottom of the pit, filling the air with a fishy stench.

Zhou Ran, using the Taihuang Black Blade as support, climbed up from the rubble.

His jaw was stained with blood, two veins in his left arm were severed, and his sleeves were stained bright red from the elbow down.

Currently, four lines on the blade are lit up, while only a gray mark remains at the fifth line.

The Demon Emperor's essence surged within his dantian, but was constrained by the stagnant meridians.

The body was supported by the mana of the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.

However, for those at the level of the Son of God, the mid-stage of the Divine Transformation Realm and the stage of the Unified Body Realm, though different in their paths, ultimately lead to the same goal: submission.

Zhou Ran rose abruptly from the ground, slashing horizontally with his black blade.

With the second strike, he reduced his strength by three-tenths, concentrating all his power on the edge of the blade, just an inch ahead.

Not seeking to kill the enemy, but merely to test the depth of the opponent's rules and barriers.

The blade sliced ​​into the black and gold patterns on the surface of the Emperor's armor.

The water curtain parted to both sides, and the blade passed through and immediately closed.

Another pattern disappeared from the surface of the Taihuang Blade.

Only three remain.