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

Jiuyou finally put up a decisive move.

Instead of repairing it, she directly unleashed a massive phantom of a black coffin.

The massive coffin door burst open above Zhou Ran's head, and deathly energy poured down like a waterfall, completely obscuring his presence as a living person and creating a deceptive illusion that he was "already dead and buried."

The blacklist only applies to living people; the dead are naturally not on it.

Triple protection, layer upon layer, tightly sealed.

The illusory sound's soul shell is dawdling, the bloodthirsty ancestral blood is laying the foundation, and the black coffin of the Nine Netherworlds is feigning death.

The search for the missing person was stalled by these three impenetrable barriers, the target's fate was uncertain, and the search logic began to fall apart.

The process of fading military identification numbers has finally stopped.

The light gray handwriting hung motionless on the edge of the cliff where the name was to be removed from the list.

The prince retrieved the battle flag, his enormous vertical pupils sweeping over the three people below.

"Interesting." His tone now carried a hint of genuinely assessing his opponent.

The silver-white spear in the sky tightened again, and the Moon Emperor's oppressive aura poured down continuously, with two-colored cracks spreading across the entire sky like a spider web.

The prince glanced at the moon emperor, then turned his gaze back to Zhou Ran.

The body it entered had already consumed most of its energy.

With the Moon Emperor pressing down from above and three layers of protection stubbornly refusing to leave below, it's clear that this stain on his reputation is impossible to wash away today.

The prince pulled the flagpole upside down, and the black-gold halo in his vertical pupils began to shrink inward.

"Seven days is just an appetizer."

The sound had no specific location; it seemed to be seeping from underground.

"When I return, I will not bring just a flag."

The black and gold armor collapsed with a crash.

Countless armor plates turned into fragments, embedding themselves in the earth's veins and disappearing without a trace.

The black-gold pillar of light supporting the heavens and earth quickly withdrew from the bottom of the Nine Nether Well, and the shocking crack in the sky began to slowly close.

The prince has left.

The armies of the four regions were instantly thrown into chaos, with the surviving soldiers and officers collapsing to the ground.

The unified military register contained 120,000 dilapidated military records, the affected marks of which were riddled with cracks.

Qin San slumped down in a pit of rubble.

With his broken ribs still embedded in his lung, he didn't say a word, only gripping the black knife tightly in his hand.

In the corner, Xiao Rou hunched her shoulders, holding the almost dead golden gu in her arms.

The insect's shell had seven cuts turned outwards, its wings were broken, all the barbs had fallen off, and its breathing was so weak it was as if it didn't exist at all.

Her bloodthirsty knees slammed against the stone slab, and her drooping right arm stained her red skirt even darker.

After discarding 30% of her ancestral blood, her status as a peak domain lord was significantly diminished.

Huan Yin leaned against the broken wall, panting heavily. Several clear cracks appeared in the soul imprint deep within her sea of ​​consciousness.

The black coffin of the Nine Netherworld was shattered in two layers, its laws completely destroyed.

Zhou Ran sat cross-legged in the middle of the ruins.

The bone dust in his palm had long been blown away by the wind. He had played all his cards and handed over his memories. This expensive debt was finally settled.

He looked down at his left sleeve.

The black lines on the return path are still there.

Although it had faded to only a light gray mark, the remaining lines still throbbed beneath the skin, barely holding onto the thinner thread between the two worlds.

They managed to keep Black Stripes and also kept half of their military status.

Zhou Ran closed his eyes. The memory of his first meeting with Lin Qingxue became a glaring blank canvas in his mind.

He knew perfectly well that he had crossed paths with that woman, but when he really tried to recall what clothes she was wearing, what she said, and from what angle the moonlight shone down—it was all wiped clean, leaving not a single trace.

At the same time, on Blue Star, in Jiangcheng.

Inside the White Tower's main control room, piercing red alarm lights blared incessantly.

Chen Ya stared intently at the main screen, where various data packets were collapsing abnormally in large numbers.

She yanked open the drawer and pulled out the handwritten backup book of original records. She quickly flipped to the corresponding date, her fingertips pressing on the pages.

The paper is white.

The ink evaporated right before her eyes, stroke by stroke, leaving not even a mark from the ballpoint pen.

Above the six heavens dome.

The illusory image of the Moon Emperor only paused for three more breaths.

The silver light began to recede, and the blood-dripping silver moon climbed upwards.

Before leaving, he casually remarked, his tone indifferent as if it were none of his business.

"If you can force it to retreat, I won't bother making this trip again next time."

Unless you return the blood of your sins to me.

The silver moon disappeared into the void.

As the silvery light faded, the sky returned to its dark, gloomy state, leaving behind only numerous cracks in the air that had not yet healed.

When Zhou Ran opened his eyes again, the three empresses, all with injuries, had already gathered around him.

Ignoring his broken bones and mangled flesh, he focused all his attention on the deepest part of his mind, where a foreign object had appeared.

A faint silver thought clung stubbornly to the crevice of his primordial spirit, carrying the cool and aloof aura unique to the Moon Emperor.

Zhou Ran slowly clenched his fist inside his sleeve.

This thought remained silent and still, without a trace of murderous intent; it simply lingered there quietly. It was watching.

Zhou Ran withdrew his divine sense from the silvery intent.

That wisp of something lay quietly at the very bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness, motionless and unresisting. But it was watching.

He can't worry about that for the time being.

"Mingcang".

Zhou Ran opened his eyes and first looked at the military register.

The unified military register was protected by Gu Ji with his life. The light on the hundreds of thousands of military records on the register was dim, but it was still pulsating.

Ming Cang lay beside the military register, his arms tightly wrapped around the corner of the register, blood from his nose dried on his chin, and bloodshot veins in his eyes as dense as a spider web.

"Your subordinate is here."

Mingcang's voice trembled violently.

He was thrown three zhang away by the Emperor's son's recoil, and the back of his head hit the stone slab. He still has tinnitus.

"Report loss".

Mingcang's fingers trembled as he opened the military register.

Hundreds of thousands of military registers were arranged densely, and a considerable portion of them had changed from golden to dark yellow, some even fading to grayish-white.

"The total number of military personnel in the four regions is over 374,000."

The overwhelming force of the Emperor's arrival affected the entire army, causing varying degrees of damage to 123,600 military records.

Mingcang's voice gradually calmed down.

Reporting numbers was his forte; once he started working, most of his fear would be swallowed.

"Approximately 8,000 people have been seriously injured and require more than half a month of closed-door recuperation."

Of those injured, over 30,000 can recover within seven days. The rest sustained minor injuries that do not affect their duties.

He turned to the next page.

"The Nine Nether Well was shattered from bottom to top. The Cold Algae producing area was completely destroyed, and the earth veins from the third to the seventh layer were broken, making it impossible to provide any cultivation resources in the short term."

Jiuyou stood by the ruins, listening to the whole thing with a blank expression.

The place where the Crimson Scales had filthied was bombed again by the Imperial Prince. The forbidden area, which had been cultivated for 30,000 years, was now reduced to ashes.

"Due to the Bloodthirsty Empress drawing ancestral blood to fight, the Blood Sea Ancestral Pool's reserves have dropped to 70%, and it will take three months to fully recover."

Bloodlust clicked his tongue but didn't say anything.

The result of the bloodshed of the three ancestral bloodlines was that the Emperor's name-erasing banner was delayed by a few breaths.

"After the natal musical note of the Illusionary Sound Empress was implanted into the Primordial Black Blade, her cultivation level dropped by half a level to the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm."

Three cracks appeared on the soul imprint, delaying the connection with the Emperor's soul by about half a breath.

Huan Yin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and glanced at Ming Cang with a half-smile.

"It's just a half-breath, it's nothing."

Ming Cang closed the military register and looked at Zhou Ran one last time.

"The Emperor's White Bone Brush has been exhausted, only one line of the Primordial Black Blade remains, two meridians in the left arm are broken, and the Demon Emperor's original essence is about 40% remaining."