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

The Moon Emperor killed someone, and his blood splattered across the Six Heavens.

Ye Futian intercepted the blood and hid it in the Demon Emperor's essence.

The Imperial Court pursues blood, specifically the information contained within it.

Zhou Ran recalled the three words received from the dark gold mark on the Bloodthirsty Collarbone: Forbidden Item, Awakening, and Law.

The locations of forbidden items on Blue Star are recorded in the fragments of the catalog sealed by the Blood of Sin.

And the blood of sin has already merged into his Demon Emperor origin.

He looked down at his chest.

The Demon Emperor's essence was silently circulating deep within his dantian. Within that ball of black and gold energy, it was unclear which strand was the foundation left behind by Ye Futian and which strand was the blood of the Sixth Judge.

Article 3.

The characters are engraved on the extremely narrow ridges on the side of the bone fragment, so small that you have to hold the bone fragment three inches away from your eyes to see them.

"The bone pen has two uses."

The first option is a retrial.

Using true memory as ink, I have revised the existing judgment, as you already know.

The second type is the written judgment.

After the scribe's broken bones are reforged into a pen, the scribe can write a completely new judgment.

This is not a change of the old judgment, but a new one. The price is no longer memory, but lifespan.

The sentence is one year, and it cannot be revoked.

He was sentenced to one year in prison.

Zhou Ran's short pen could change three judgments, but the price was three pieces of true memory.

However, if we use the second method, without changing the old judgment, we can directly write a new judgment—

The Imperial Court's judgments follow a top-down hierarchical system.

The Imperial Court has found the Moon Emperor guilty, the Imperial Son has the right to enforce the law, and the Six Heavens should be cleansed—these are all “already-determined judgments.”

A revised judgment can only be made minor adjustments within the existing framework, limited by the upper limit of the original judgment.

The judgments are different.

A written judgment is a verdict created out of thin air. It is not within the framework of the Imperial Court, nor is it bound by the rules of the Imperial Court.

It's like adding a page to the imperial court's legal code.

The price is lifespan.

A new verdict, costing a year of life.

Zhou Ran stared at the line of words on the bone fragment for a long time.

The lamplight flickered twice in the halo of the Soul Abyss Stone, and his shadow swayed on the ground.

Ye Futian hid these three messages in the spine of the burial site and waited for 30,000 years.

What we've been waiting for is a new Demon Emperor to read it.

Zhou Ran placed the bone fragment on his chest.

Dark gold patterns seeped from the surface of the bone fragments into the clothing, penetrating the skin and flesh, and sinking inch by inch into the outer wall of the Demon Emperor's essence.

The information on the bone fragments merged with the origin, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

He had just finished collecting the bone fragments when he heard Mingcang's stumbling footsteps coming from the direction of the main hall.

The underworld warehouse practically rolled into the side hall.

He clutched the military register in his hand, all ten fingers covered in ink, half of his hair was disheveled, and there was a crooked handprint on his left cheek, left when he crawled out from under the table.

"Emperor!"

"Imperial Mark... Imperial Mark signal updated!"

Mingcang's voice was strained, and he could barely breathe.

"The results of the Imperial Court's inspection... have been delivered ahead of schedule."

It was ready two weeks ahead of schedule.

Zhou Ran stood up.

Mingcang spread the military register out next to the black coffin, and the translation records of the imperial insignia signals filled three whole pages.

The first two pages contain standard censorship language, layer upon layer of bureaucratic jargon and platitudes.

Page 3 —

Mingcang's finger touched the last line, his fingertip trembling so much that he couldn't hold the pen.

"The Imperial Son has been reinstated. He has been granted the authority to annihilate entire domains."

The Soul Abyss Stone in the side hall flashed twice.

Zhou Ran lowered his head and read the original text of the imperial court's reply word by word.

Domain extermination permissions.

The Emperor's son can legally, thoroughly, and without leaving any trace, erase an entire Heaven.

It's not just erasing names, it's annihilating entire domains.

Erasing names only kills people. Domain annihilation authority kills people, the earth, the sky, and the rules.

The entire Sixth Heaven was erased from the map of the myriad realms, as if this world had never existed.

The coffin wall pressed against the back of the ghost's body, and the ghost's legs could no longer support it.

Zhou Ran's grip on the Taihuang Black Blade was remarkably steady.

His knuckles were white, and veins bulged from his wrists to his forearms, yet the knife handle remained perfectly still in his palm.

"Anything else? Read it all."

Mingcang swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva and turned to the last half-line.

"Complete the cleansing of the Sixth Heaven within thirty days. If any traces of causality from the direction of Blue Star remain at the core coordinates of the Sixth Heaven... they will also be included in the elimination list."

The side hall fell silent.

It was so quiet that you could hear the humming of magical energy flowing inside the Soul Abyss Stone.

Zhou Ran closed the military register, his tone so even that even Ming Cang felt a chill run down his spine.

"Go and call everyone over here."

All the lights in the main hall were on.

Qin San was the first to arrive.

The Primordial Black Blade was held horizontally at his waist, and the patterns generated by the Domain Heart Pill illuminated half of his body.

He clenched his teeth as he stepped into the hall. He hadn't heard any news yet, but just by looking at Ming Cang's half-dead expression, he knew that what he was coming for was not good.

Bone Silence followed behind, dragging its half-rusted metal spine.

The screw at the back of his neck was still turning, its creaking sound blending with his footsteps, sounding like an old wind-up toy.

Bloodlust, carrying a long spear, swaggered in through the west door.

Her red eyes swept over the faces in the hall, and she slammed the butt of her spear against the ground.

"Who died?"

"He's not dead yet."

Zhou Ran sat on the king's chair, with the military register spread out on his lap.

"But we don't have much time left."

Huanyin drifted in silently through the side door, her dark red dress sweeping across the floor as she sat down beside the long table.

She didn't speak, but her dark red eyes had already sunk to their deepest depths—her calculating mode was fully activated.

The Nine Netherworlds arrived last.

Barefoot on the stone slabs, her black dress trailing behind her, her face as white as paper.

She walked to the darkest corner behind the hall and stood there, the black lines between her brows flashing on and off.

Six people.

Zhou Ran turned to the translation page of the military register, where Ming Cang's handwriting was crooked but every character was clear.

"The Imperial Court's acceptance results were released ahead of schedule. The Imperial Son was reinstated and granted additional authority to destroy domains."

The Sixfold Heavenly Cleansing will be completed within thirty days. All causal traces in the direction of Blue Star will be included in the eradication list.

Zhou Ran's tone remained flat throughout, as he read out a death notice.

The temperature inside the hall plummeted.

Qin San's knuckles, gripping the knife hilt, turned completely white.

Veins bulged from his wrist to his forearm, and the patterns induced by the Domain Heart Pill lit up uncontrollably by 30%, indicating that his body had entered a state of combat readiness.

"Domain annihilation authority..."

Qin San managed to squeeze out a few words.

"So they're going to dig up the ground too?"

"Land, canopy, rule-based base, and earth vein nodes are all reduced to zero."

Ming Cang's voice came from behind the military register, muffled, as if something was pressing on his throat.

"The Sixth Heaven will completely disappear from the Imperial Court's map of all realms. It's as if it never existed at all."

The tip of the bloodthirsty spear pierced the stone slab, going two inches deeper.

Crimson ancestral blood seeped from the tiger's mouth and flowed down the gun barrel.

"Domain Annihilation? Domain Annihilation's territory? Those bastards from the Imperial Court can just sit there and talk their way out of it?"

Her red eyes burned like two balls of fire.

The voice rolled out from the bottom of his chest, each word carrying the ferocity accumulated by the Blood Sea Lord over three thousand years.

The dark gold imperial blood mark on her collarbone twitched three times, making her shoulders shake.

Huan Yin crossed her arms over her chest, the sharp light in her dark red eyes sinking deeper and deeper.

Thirty days.

Her voice was half a octave lower than usual, and all her languidness was gone.