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

The silver beam began to converge from the solid object.

The thickness shrank from three zhang to one zhang, from one zhang to three chi, and from three chi to a human-shaped outline.

The outline is clear.

White clothes reaching the ground.

Barefoot on the broken stone slabs, her toes were long and slender, and her skin was as white as jade that had been soaked for thousands of years.

Her long hair cascaded from her shoulders to her waist, the strands shimmering with a cool silver luster, each one like a fine thread spun with moonlight.

His face was fully revealed.

Her profile was so sharp it was almost cruel.

Her cheekbones are clearly defined, her jawline is slightly pointed, and the outer corner of her eye curves into a very narrow arc towards her temple.

A silver vortex swirled deep within his pupils, reflecting the dilapidated outline of the entire Devouring Heaven Demon Palace.

Her lips were so pale they were almost white, and when she pursed them, her expression was unreadable; they were just a thin line.

It was more than ten times more intense than the chilling pressure that came with the arrival of the phantom.

This pressure wasn't aggressive, but it seeped out from the very bones. Standing within a ten-foot radius of her, one needed to expend extra magical power just to breathe.

Princess Yue.

The true form.

The three empresses moved at the same time.

The bloodthirsty spearhead drew a half-arc, and crimson ancestral blood burst from the spear, condensing into a half-blood shield in front of him. His red eyes locked onto the newcomer, and his molars clenched so tightly they rattled.

Huan Yin's dark red soul power spread out into an extremely thin net, covering the dome above the entrance to the main hall.

The barrier of formlessness increased from three to five layers, and the consumption of mana quadrupled. The lazy smile on her face disappeared completely.

The deathly aura of the Nine Netherworlds silently spread to within three zhang of Ji Yue's feet. Her black dress fluttered gently in the flow of deathly aura, and the black lines between her brows contracted to their maximum extent.

The magical power fluctuations of the three peak Tribulation Transcending experts tangled together in the main hall.

The air was compressed and buzzed, all the lights went out, and only the pale blue halo of the Soul Abyss Stone and the silvery-white glow emanating from Ji Yue alternately illuminated every corner of the hall.

Ji Yue's gaze passed over the three women and landed directly on Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran remained seated on the throne.

The Taihuang Black Blade lay across his knees, its last remaining pattern flickering in the silver light.

His left arm was still wrapped in burlap and hung around his neck, while his right hand rested on the cover of the military register.

His face, so pale and ethereal, was shockingly white in the silver light.

But when he sat in that chair, his back was ramrod straight, forming the same curve as the spine of the Taihuang Black Blade.

Ji Yue entered the palace gate.

With each step she took, the rubble beneath her feet was covered with a layer of silvery true essence.

The light membrane collided with the death energy of the Nine Netherworlds, and the two forces silently squeezed, ground, and devoured each other at the contact surface.

The deathly aura of the Nine Netherworlds retreated half a step.

Ji Yue's light membrane did not advance either.

A draw.

Ji Yue stopped six steps in front of the throne.

Six steps is almost like face-to-face contact between experts of this level.

"The Imperial Court has granted the Imperial Prince the authority to destroy the domain, and you're still sitting idly by."

Ji Yue spoke.

The voice of the real body was completely different from that of the phantom. The phantom's voice was distant and cold, separated by the barrier between the two worlds.

The voice of the true body was very close, and every word carried the vibration of the Silver Moon True Essence, which felt like ice water being poured into the brain when it entered the ears.

"interesting."

She looked Zhou Ran up and down.

His silver, swirling pupils swept from head to toe without any concealment. His scrutinizing gaze was akin to turning the pages of a document—cold, precise, and devoid of emotion.

"Your primordial spirit is so weak that you can't even catch a single finger of mine."

The bloodthirsty spearhead protruded three inches forward.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Ji Yue didn't even lift her eyelids.

Her gaze remained fixed on Zhou Ran, as if everyone else in the hall was merely an ornament.

Zhou Ran loosened his grip on the Taihuang Black Blade.

He neither stood up nor looked away.

"Therefore, I need the help of the Moon Emperor."

The tone of this sentence was completely flat.

There was no humility or subservience, no begging or low-handedness.

He laid his weakness on the table, like turning over the bottom cards in a poker game.

You saw it, and I know you saw it, but the right to play the card is in my hands.

Ji Yue's lips twitched.

The thin, almost white lip line curved into a very subtle arc.

"I can help."

She took a step forward.

Six steps become five steps.

The bloodthirsty spearhead advanced three inches further. Huan Yin's dark red soul net tightened.

The deathly aura beneath Jiuyou's feet intensified.

Ji Yue didn't care at all.

Another step forward.

Four steps.

Three steps.

Two steps.

With her final step, she walked to a point one step directly in front of the throne.

Her arm rose, and long, slender fingers emerged from her wide, silver-white sleeve. Her nails were trimmed very short, the tips gleaming with a pale silver light.

The index finger touched Zhou Ran's forehead.

ice.

The moment the liquid entered his skin from his fingertips, all the meridians in Zhou Ran's body spasmed simultaneously.

The temperature of the Silver Moon True Essence was three degrees lower than that of the deathly aura of the Nine Netherworlds, but it was different from the dullness of the deathly aura.

The Silver Moon True Essence is alive, flowing, and possesses a chilling precision.

Silver light seeped from Ji Yue's fingertips into Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness.

It was not an attack. It was not surveillance.

It is an extremely ancient magic mark.

Zhou Ran had never seen the pattern of the brand before. The strokes were rounded, and there were no sharp angles at the turns, which was completely different from the square engravings of the imperial court system.

It's more like something older than the Imperial Court.

"Learn my skills first."

Ji Yue's fingertip lingered between his brows for three breaths.

Within three breaths, the basic framework of the imprint of the technique had sunk into the outermost layer of his memory.

She withdrew her finger.

Zhou Ran's face was reflected in his silver vortex pupils.

"If you can learn it, you'll survive."

I can't learn it—

Ji Yue turned around.

The white dress drew an arc in the air, and her long hair swept past Zhou Ran three inches in front of her, the ends of her hair gleaming with a cold silver light.

"I will personally collect your body, so those three women won't have to fight over it."

The hall fell silent.

After Ji Yue finished speaking, the bloodthirsty spear tip twitched twice.

It's not fear, it's that when you get extremely angry, your muscles tense up and relax uncontrollably.

Huanyin's fingernails were pulled off the armrest of the chair, leaving ten deep dents.

Her dark red eyes stared at Ji Yue's back, the calculation and hostility in her gaze swirling into a thick, inky mass.

Jiuyou stood expressionless in the shadows, the cracked floor tiles beneath his bare feet widening further. The gap in the coffin lid was three inches larger than before.

Zhou Ran touched his brow.

The location where the incantation was branded still retained the coolness of the Silver Moon True Essence, seeping into the bone crevices and causing a faint soreness.

He glanced down at his left wrist.

Hui Lu jumped once.

The third stroke of the ancient symbol is growing.

The three radicals, combined with the previous two, are almost enough to form a complete character.

The force that swept across the barrier between the two worlds from the direction of Blue Star moved three times faster the moment the Moon Emperor's true form descended.