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

The Moon Emperor did not come to save people; she only wanted to protect the end of her Moon Path.

However, the Emperor's son was distracted by the moonlight and couldn't break free. In those few breaths, the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace managed to create a brief opening for breathing.

Zhou Ran swayed in the ruins, his back aching so badly he could barely straighten up, but his mind was working faster than usual.

Two higher-dimensional beings are locked in a power struggle from a distance, and that's the opportunity he seized.

He scattered the bone fragments with his right hand and pulled out the Devouring Heaven Seal from his waist.

The essence of the four regions' earth veins was completely infused into the surface of the seal.

Although the light of the hundreds of thousands of military registers in the unified military roster had dimmed by 30%, as long as it hadn't been extinguished, the lifeline of this world was still in his hands.

Zhou Ran activated his seal technique, forcibly extracting the spatial coordinates embedded in the ground when the Emperor's Son descended into the Nine Nether Well.

The black and gold coordinate fragments were carried away by the earth's vein mud and sand, and were all swept into the bottom page of the Unified Army Register.

When he purged the divine messenger earlier, he used this "closing the door to beat the dog" tactic.

Now that the Emperor's coordinates have been forcibly bound to the ledger, the system's bottom-up reverse investigation is instantly initiated.

The carrier was forcibly secured, and the unified military register emitted a piercing long screech.

Zhou Ran gripped the burning hot Devouring Heaven Seal tightly, his voice echoing through the military records and battle formations, striking the ears of every soldier in the four regions who was still alive.

"You stepped on my territory, so you'll be on trial."

The Emperor's son's enormous vertical pupil finally moved away from the Moon Emperor's direction and locked itself tightly on the seal in Zhou Ran's hand.

A mocking tone, seemingly from ancient times, wafted through the air—it was the contempt of higher rules for ants.

It defiantly defied the silvery moonlight overhead and plunged its right hand into the heavy armor on its chest.

A battle flag with a black and gold background was forcibly pulled out. The flag was three feet square and had no embroidered totems, only words.

The strokes on the flag wriggled back and forth like living things, and the ink was rapidly piecing together to form a shape.

The four large characters were reflected in Zhou Ran's eyes.

[Blue Star Coordinates]

The prince held the flag aloft with one hand, his vertical pupils filled with indifference.

"Judging me?"

It didn't move its mouth, yet the sound it made sent pebbles flying all around.

"I'll uproot you first."

The first stroke of black and gold ink was added heavily to the flag.

As soon as the first stroke was made, the black lines on Zhou Ran's left wrist looked as if they had been branded with a red-hot iron.

The blood vessels throbbed, and a burning heat emanated from the skin and flesh.

The bond connecting the two worlds is being forcibly torn apart by an unreasonable force.

"Well--"

Lin Qingxue let out a muffled groan as she squeezed through the remaining formation.

The sound was extremely brief, followed by deathly silence.

The sound array is broken.

On the other side of the great formation, even though the woman had exhausted her life force, she couldn't withstand this kind of dimensional reduction-level annihilation.

The ink on the flag in the prince's hand had reached the third stroke.

Once it completes the mapping of the entire coordinates of Earth, the black mark on Zhou Ran's wrist will completely evaporate.

This is a very ruthless calculation—severing cause and effect, destroying the crossroads, and the Earth's position will be completely exposed to the Emperor's eyes.

Zhou Ran tucked his right hand into his sleeve, his thumb pressing firmly against the piece of bone fragment that had been pieced together.

The bone was cold, hard, and prickly to the touch, and a speck of gray light flickered restlessly in the middle of the crack.

He still remembered the rules for the scribe.

[This judgment can be revised. The price is true memory, like ink.]

There's only one chance. To reverse the rules, you have to use your own past experiences as a foundation.

The stronger the emotion, the heavier the drop of ink that falls.

Zhou Ran closed his eyes and began searching through his own sea of ​​consciousness. He forcibly pulled those images to the surface—Blue Star. Jiang City. In the cold, icy passageway of the White Tower.

First meeting with Lin Qingxue.

The woman stood guard beside the array's core, her entire arm enveloped in silvery magical light.

She turned around, and the moonlight from outside the passage shone on her profile, bringing a relieved smile to her lips.

It was so vivid that he even remembered the frequency of her breathing.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth and made a cut in his own brain.

Raw gouging.

This past, still warm from his body, was forcibly torn from the flesh of his memory.

The vivid, lifelike scene instantly lost all its details.

The light and shadow on the girl's face, the curve of her lips, and even that budding bond were all erased into blankness right before my eyes.

A halo of gray suddenly burst into bright light.

The bone fragments absorbed this expensive memory, and a drop of deathly gray viscous liquid slowly dripped from the tip of the pen.

Zhou Ran grabbed the broken bone.

At this moment, the coordinates on the Emperor's Flag have been written up to the seventh stroke.

Three more taps, and the matter will be settled.

Zhou Ran didn't confront the true form of Mo Mingling head-on; his goal was very clear.

The broken bone pen tip precisely pierced the battle flag, the deathly gray ink crashing violently against the spreading black and gold strokes.

Both are based on the same set of rules. With the remaining permissions left by Ye Futian, the White Bone Pen managed to pry open the Battle Flag's protective layer.

Zhou Ran exerted force with his wrist and wrote four characters in succession: [Target Shift].

The gray ink seeped into the flag, and the black and gold strokes that were originally depicting the blue star suddenly stopped, the strokes of the pen strangely veering off course.

The chains of rules on the flag broke, and like a venomous snake, it turned and plunged into the Unified Army Register, biting fiercely into Zhou Ran's name, following the passage forcibly opened by the remaining bones.

"The Emperor's military rank is fading!"

Mingcang scrambled towards Junce, his voice hoarse from shouting.

On the ledger, the two characters "Zhou Ran" faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The once golden lettering turned gray, and the edges even began to turn white. The laws of the universe were executing a cleansing command, intending to completely remove this person from the world.

Mo Mingling abandoned Blue Star, found a new target, and locked him down tightly.

The prince's vertical pupils looked down upon everything from his superior position.

The fragmented coordinates of the blue star on the flag had already dissipated; it hadn't even tried to stop it. Erasing Zhou Ran, the core figure, would immediately cause the hastily assembled organization of the Four Domains to collapse—a deal that was profitable no matter how you looked at it.

Above the dome, the Moon Emperor coldly stared at the faded characters on the military register below.

The bones were completely pulverized in Zhou Ran's hand and scattered away in the wind.

"stupid."

A cold, clear voice fell from the clouds.

Immediately following, the power of the silvery moon surged, and taking advantage of the moment when the Emperor was distracted to check the target's shift, a silver spear hundreds of feet long pierced towards the Emperor's right hand.

The emperor's son raised the flag to block the attack.

The spear struck the flag, causing it to shatter with a deafening roar. The overflowing shockwaves completely blew away the few remaining black and gold ink fragments on the flag, forcibly abruptly ending the countdown to the Blue Star coordinates.

But Zhou Ran's name is fading in popularity, and that trend hasn't stopped.

A red shadow flashed in the ruins, and Huanyin struggled out from under the collapsed half of the wall.

Her long dress was covered in gray dust. She didn't even care about the cracked soul imprint in her sea of ​​consciousness, staring intently at the name on the military register that was about to disappear.

"Hold on for me!"

Dark red soul power surged out from her ten fingers, directly transforming into a thick, hard shell covering the two characters.

She squeezed every last drop of her signature musical note into her name, managing to slow down the writing process by relying on the connection of shared frequencies.

Bloodlust dragged his severed right arm as he charged forward.

The woman gritted her teeth and, relying solely on the Domain Lord's seal as a bridge, poured the life force of the 300,000 soldiers' souls from the Blood Sea, mixed with her own remaining blood, into the roster.

The ancestral blood soaked through the paper, desperately protecting Zhou Ran's dying flame.