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

The aura of the early stage of tribulation has dropped from its peak to a stable level, and the light of the demonic patterns on the cyan-black bone armor has also diminished by 30%.

But he did not kneel.

A pair of dark golden pupils peeked out from the gaps in the bluish-black veins.

His pupils reflected the light of the Taihuang Black Blade, Zhou Ran's ethereal figure, and the shimmering military insignia on the dark blue background of the military register.

Zhou Ran pointed the blade at him.

"Return to the ranks, or return to the earth?"

Four words.

The bluish-black light in the side hall dimmed by half as these four words landed.

It wasn't pressed down by the knife; it was taken by Burial Plains himself.

The bluish-black bone armor slowly faded from the body surface.

The ancient demonic runes shrank back under the skin, and the veins gradually disappeared inch by inch.

The crack between his eyebrows closed, and the fragments of the Emperor's son sank back into the deeper layers of his skin.

His magical power fluctuations dropped from the early stage of the Tribulation Transformation to the late stage of the Nascent Soul Transformation.

Zangyuan knelt on one knee on the ground.

The old armor of the grain transport soldier was shattered on the ground. He was shirtless, and the dark blue veins on his skin had not yet completely faded.

He raised his head.

Its pupils were dark gold, completely different from the bronze artifact that had been polished for forty-seven years.

The dark golden iris holds the weight of countless years; three words are insufficient to describe it, it must be measured in thirty thousand years.

"Your subordinate has been waiting for the new emperor for thirty thousand years."

Zhou Ran loosened his grip on the knife slightly.

Zangyuan straightened up from his kneeling position and reached his right hand behind his back.

Insert your five fingers into the joint between the bones in the middle of the spine and stretch them to both sides.

The spine is cracked.

It didn't shatter.

It is precisely divided into two halves along a pre-set dividing line.

The medullary cavity on the inside of the spine had been hollowed out, and a dark gold bone fragment the size of a thumb was embedded in the cavity.

There are words engraved on the bone fragment.

The strokes are extremely deep, the knife work is sharp, and the force of the beginning and ending strokes is consistent with the background pattern of the Taihuang Black Knife.

The words of the night bear the weight of the sky.

"Ye Futian left a secret edict."

Zang Yuan removed the bone fragment from the spine and presented it to Zhou Ran with both hands.

The light in those dark golden pupils finally gained warmth.

"It has been hidden in the spine of my subordinates for 30,000 years."

The characters on the bone fragments are extremely small.

Zhou Ran took it and looked at it closely.

The secret edict consisted of only one line.

Every word carried the power and killing intent of the previous Demon Emperor from 30,000 years ago.

After reading that line of text, Zhou Ran stood in the side hall for a long time.

The knife rests on the ground.

Something was churning in my pupils, bubbling out from the deepest part of them.

He tucked the bone fragment into his sleeve.

When she looked up, the corners of her mouth curved into a very shallow smile.

"Thirty thousand years."

Zhou Ran looked at Zang Yuan kneeling on the ground, his tone even flatter than before.

"We've waited long enough."

He turned and walked towards the door.

After taking two steps, the patterns on the Taihuang Black Blade jumped three times.

The frequency was exactly the same as the two heartbeats from the black coffin last night.

Qin San waited outside the door.

"My lord, what should we do?"

Zhou Ran walked out of the side hall.

The bone fragments and secret edicts of the Night Bearer, hidden in the cuff of his left sleeve, were affixed to the ancient symbols on his wrist; both were generating heat at the same time.

"Let him return to the team."

Qin San was taken aback.

"From today onwards, the burial ground's organizational structure will be transferred from the grain transport troops to the direct command of the Emperor."

Zhou Ran pulled his sleeves up, pressing all the hot items under his palms.

"I will accept what he has been waiting for for 30,000 years."

He turned his head and glanced at Gu Ji.

"Don't pull out that screw in your spine."

Gu Ji touched the back of his neck, looking puzzled.

"Once the contents of the secret edict are deciphered, that screw will be the key to open the next door."

Zhou Ran strode towards the main hall.

The patterns on the Taihuang Black Blade were still pulsating.

The frequency of the jumps changed from two to three, and the intervals became shorter and shorter.

He didn't mention a single punctuation mark on the secret edict hidden in his sleeve to anyone.

But when he reached the entrance of the main hall, he stopped.

Mingcang rushed out from inside and almost bumped into the hilt of his sword.

"Your Majesty! The Moon Emperor has replied!"

The Moon Road is opening for the second time, and she's here early!

Ming Cang spread the military register out in front of Zhou Ran.

Three lines of silver lettering appeared on the last page.

First line: "The Imperial Court Cleanup Team has departed."

Second line: "Target: Blue Star"

The third line reads: "Arrives in two days."

The ancient symbols and bone fragments containing the secret edict in Zhou Ran's sleeves ignited simultaneously, the heat shooting from his wrists to his shoulders.

The gray lines on his left wrist twitched.

After one strike, the gray line broke for a moment, then reconnected.

"Pass on the order."

General Zhou closed the book, his tone so flat that it was completely indistinguishable from the others.

"The entire army is on high alert. When the lunar route opens, I will personally receive them."

Even as the side hall door closed behind him, Zhou Ran could still hear Qin San and Gu Ji's footsteps in the corridor.

The two men escorted Zangyuan back towards the camp, one after the other. The sound of their boots rolling over the stone slabs grew fainter and fainter until they were swallowed up by the thick walls of the Devouring Demon Palace.

Zhou Ran sat back down next to the black coffin in the side hall.

The pale blue halo of the Soul Abyss Stone covered the ground.

He placed the Taihuang Black Blade on his lap and took out the dark gold bone fragment from his sleeve.

The bone fragment pressed against his palm, its heat making his hand numb.

That heat wasn't from magical burning; it was from 30,000 years of time compressed into a bone the size of a thumb, which, once warmed by a person's body heat, desperately surged out.

The words of the night bear the weight of the sky.

One line.

Every stroke carries the unique killing intent of that previous Demon Emperor.

The strokes are horizontal and vertical, with no restraint at the beginning and no mercy at the end, which is in line with the background carving method of Taihuang Black Knife.

When Zhou Ran first glanced through the side hall, he only got a general idea of ​​what it was like.

Now that he was seated, he used his magic to probe deep into the bone fragments, and the complete information emerged one by one from the dark gold patterns in the bone seams.

Three.

The first inscription is carved on the front of the bone fragment, and the characters are the deepest.

"The Emperor's son is not a creation of the rules."

The Imperial Court has seven judges under its jurisdiction. The seventh judge has never appeared in the world, and his executor is the Emperor's son.

If the emperor's son dies, he can be replaced.

The emperor's son is alive, and cannot be recalled.

The executor and the judge share the same book of cause and effect; wherever the judge hides, the emperor's son is anchored there.

To destroy the emperor's son, first sever the causal anchor point for the judge.

Zhou Ran went over this passage in his mind three times.

The imperial prince was not born a disaster, but rather a hand sent by the seventh judge of the imperial court.

The executor can be replaced—kill this one, and the Imperial Court can just put in a new shell.

However, the Judge's true form shares the Book of Cause and Effect with the Emperor's son. As long as the Judge's true form's causal anchor point is found, the Emperor's son's origin can be severed from the root.

Ye Futian obtained this intelligence 30,000 years ago, but didn't have time to use it.

The second inscription is on the back of the bone fragment, and the characters are two shades lighter than those on the front, as if the hand was trembling when it was carved.

"The source of the sinful blood - Princess Yue killed the sixth judge of the Imperial Court 30,000 years ago."

When the Sixth Judge defected from the Imperial Court, he carried with him a forbidden catalog. Before his death, he sealed fragments of the catalog into his own blood.

Ji Yue slashed him, and his blood, a product of his sins, splattered across the six heavens. I intercepted and sealed it within the Demon Emperor's essence.

The Imperial Court's confiscation of the blood of the guilty is not for the purpose of apprehending the perpetrators, but rather to destroy the fragments of the forbidden catalogue that the Sixth Judge carried with him during his defection.

Zhou Ran's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists.

The sin of blood is not the sin of the Moon Emperor.

It is the blood of the Sixth Judge, the blood of the traitor who died under the Moon Emperor's blade.

The thing the Imperial Court has been chasing for 30,000 years is not a mistake made by the Moon Emperor, but a forbidden catalog that the Sixth Judge stole from the Imperial Court.

That catalogue recorded the location and weaknesses of all the forbidden items in the Imperial Court.