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

"After the Emperor's son is reinstated, the executive body needs to be re-established."

It takes time to build a cohesive execution team.

It will take time to descend to the Sixth Heaven.

Setting up the domain annihilation formation takes time.

She held up four fingers.

"These four steps combined will take at least twenty days."

We have ten days to implement this plan.

Jiuyou spoke from the corner, his voice as faint as the peeling plaster on the back wall of the hall.

"not enough."

Everyone looked at her.

Jiuyou stood expressionless in the shadows, his bare feet treading on the cracked floor tiles.

The stone slabs within a three-zhang radius beneath her feet were all covered with a thin layer of ice, and deathly energy spread silently across the ground.

"The core anchor point of the Domain Annihilation Formation needs to be planted on the main trunk of the Six Heavenly Veins."

The Imperial Court also has a backup of the complete map of the earth's veins that the Moon Emperor scanned.

The prince only needs to follow the map and insert the anchor point at the intersection of the nine main veins, and the formation will be formed automatically.

Jiuyou's tone remained flat, but when she said the words "the formation is self-contained," the thin ice beneath her feet expanded outwards.

"Twenty days is too slow."

"If the imperial prince truly intends to act, fifteen days will suffice."

Five breaths of silence followed in the hall.

In the span of five breaths, Mingcang tapped his pen on the military register twice, but neither time did he write anything.

He couldn't write anymore. His hands were shaking like a leaf, and every stroke he made was off-center by half an inch.

Zhou Ran closed the military register.

Thirty days.

He looked up.

His translucent face was frighteningly pale under the halo of the Soul Abyss Stone, and his primordial spirit was as thin as a window paper after seven drops of imperial blood were extracted from it.

But those eyes were as steady as nails to his face, the light deep in his pupils hard and unyielding, leaving no room for retreat.

That's enough.

Qin San grinned.

The curve of his lips was off—half a bitter smile, and half the kind of expression only a veteran who had worked for this person for a long time would show.

"My lord, what is enough?"

"Enough for this emperor to pay off all debts and collect all outstanding payments."

Zhou Ran patted the cover of the military register, and the background pattern of the Taihuang Black Blade jumped.

"Mingcang, according to the terms of the transaction, send the original text of the Imperial Court's acceptance results to the Moon Emperor. Do not change a single word."

Mingcang paused for a moment, then quickly moved his hands, clamping the pen between his teeth and operating the military register passageway with both hands simultaneously.

The complete waveform record of the Imperial Emblem signal, along with the translated text, was sent out intact through Yue Zhao's secret channel.

"It's been sent."

"Article Two."

Zhou Ran glanced at Qin San.

"The three thousand grain transport soldiers in the burial ground will not move, but starting today, underground ditches will be dug under the roadbed of the eastern grain transport route."

The underground drainage system was laid out according to the intersection of the nine main veins on the complete map of the earth's veins provided by the Moon Emperor.

At each intersection, a cavity three zhang deep was dug and filled with fragments of Soul Abyss Stone.

Mingcang stopped writing.

"Your Majesty, what is this...?"

"If the Emperor's son wants to establish a domain at the intersection and destroy the anchor point, then I will first replace the entire foundation of the intersection."

The attributes of the Soul Abyss Stone are naturally in conflict with the Emperor-level rules.

The anchor points are driven into the Soul Abyss Stone Pile, delaying its stabilization and formation. Each anchor point can delay it for at least three days.

Nine anchor points mean twenty-seven days.

Zhou Ran tapped his fingers on the cover of the military booklet, his rhythm neither too fast nor too slow.

"The Domain Annihilation Formation is not a one-time use formation."

All nine anchor points must be secured simultaneously for the system to start.

"I don't need to destroy the anchor points; I just need to keep them forever just one step away, forever just one step away."

Qin San loosened his grip on the knife slightly.

The bloodthirsty spearhead was pulled from the stone slab, and the fire in the red eyes was still burning, but the direction of the fire had changed, from anger to a thirst for battle.

Huan Yin's lips curved into a smile, and the scheming thin film resurfaced in her dark red eyes.

"This is the real reason why you made Qin San desperately mine the Soul Abyss."

Soul Abyss Stones aren't for strengthening subordinates... at least not entirely.

Zhou Ran didn't respond to that.

He turned to the last page of the military register.

The Moon Emperor's reply has arrived.

The silver lettering floated on the paper, a single line.

Mingcang leaned over for a look, and his legs began to go weak again.

"I, the Emperor, have come in person."

Three days later, bring enough of your sincerity.

The silver light of the two characters “亲来” was more than three times brighter than that of the other characters.

The Moon Emperor is coming to the Sixth Heaven.

It's a relative.

Zhou Ran closed the military register and leaned back in his chair.

The gray pattern of the "Return Path" under the left wrist cuff jumped, and the heat of the ancient pattern symbol jumped from the wrist to the shoulder.

Thirty days.

With the authority to annihilate the domain pressing down, the Imperial Court's purge team rushed towards Blue Star, and the Moon Emperor's true form would descend three days later.

All the pieces are accelerating towards the center of the board.

Zhou Ran closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes, there was a very faint curve at the corner of her mouth.

"Mingcang, deliver a message to Zangyuan."

"Your subordinate is here."

"Tell him that I already know about the news that the Imperial Court has reinstated the Imperial Prince."

"Have him add a piece of information to the Imperial Court in his next routine report."

Mingcang pricked up his ears, waiting for the rest of the story.

"It is said that—after receiving the news of the domain annihilation authority, the current ruler of the Sixth Heaven vomited three liters of blood on the spot, and the cracks in his primordial spirit expanded to an irreparable degree. The three empresses' magical power was exhausted, and their defenses completely contracted."

The Sixth Heaven has no strength left to fight.

Mingcang paused for a moment.

Qin San grinned.

He slung the bloodthirsty gun barrel over his shoulder, his red eyes practically overflowing with fighting spirit.

Huanyin tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her dark red pupils curving into two arcs.

Jiuyou remained expressionless, but the area of ​​the cracked floor tiles beneath her feet shrank back.

The deathly aura has subsided.

Mingcang put pen to paper.

The pen strokes were both swift and steady; this time, my hand finally stopped shaking.

three days later.

The Devouring Heaven Demon Palace's Star Gazing Platform repaired half of the dome's sky, creating a crack in the hazy heavens.

Silver light poured down.

This time, the silver light is different from every previous one.

The silvery light that descended upon the phantom was diffuse, as if diluted with water, spreading across the ground like a thin layer of frost.

This time—the silver light solidified into a solid pillar, crashing onto the open ground in front of the main hall of the Devouring Demon Palace. The sound of the stone slabs shattering spread in all directions from the epicenter, and the walls of the entire palace trembled.

A surge of magical energy erupted from within the silver pillar.

It's neither a Nascent Soul nor a Tribulation Transcending.

The moment Qin San's aura level surpassed Qin San's, his knees bent slightly.

The screws in the spine of the bone-dead man made three sharp clicking sounds and then stopped—the screws dared not turn any further.

Ming Cang sat down directly on the ground, the military manual slipped from his hand and hit his foot without him feeling any pain.

The tip of the bloodthirsty spear was aimed at the center of the silver beam, and the red pupils narrowed to the smallest point.

Her arms were trembling slightly, and the blood from her tiger's mouth dripped down the gun barrel.

Huan Yin's dark red soul power was running at full speed on the outer layer of her consciousness, and the perception barrier of the Formless Illusion Technique was laid out in three layers.

She sat cross-legged beside the long table inside the palace gate, her fingers gripping the armrests of the chair, her ten fingernails embedded in the wood.

Jiuyou stood barefoot behind the main hall.

Deathly energy spread from beneath her feet, covering half the floor of the hall. The lid of the black coffin automatically opened a crack—the magical artifact, driven by its owner's instincts, went into a state of alert.