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

The first ambush on the eastern front occurred in an abandoned mine pit next to the fifth section of the grain transport road.

Zhou Ran led twenty elite Blood Sea warriors, who ambushed the mine from behind piles of rubble on both sides of the pit.

Two imperial soldiers arrived.

The black and gold armor gleamed a cold white in the hazy sunlight. His footsteps were heavy and even, making a crunching sound as he rolled over the gravel.

Zhou Ran did not allow the elite troops to take action.

Do it yourself.

The first strike of the Primordial Black Blade landed on the shoulder armor of the Imperial Weapon, and the density of mana activated by the Lunar Eclipse Compression Technique forced the Imperial Weapon back three steps.

The regular patterns of the imperial weapon flowed from the shoulders to the whole body, and the honeycomb protection was layered in three layers on the outside of the armor.

Zhou Ran changed the angle of his second cut, slashing upwards from the bottom.

The blade sliced ​​through the weakest seam at the waist of the Emperor's Armor, and a burst of black-gold sparks erupted from the point where the Emperor-level dark patterns and the rules of the Imperial Court collided with the blade.

The Emperor's weapon's belt broke.

The lower body armor came off, revealing the torso made of regular fragments.

As Zhou Ran slashed in with his third strike, another Imperial Weapon's fist slammed into his left arm.

The sound of bones cracking came from the elbow joint, sharp and piercing.

The burlap wrapped around his left arm was torn apart by the force of the punch, and the broken bone fragments pushed up a sharp bulge from under the skin.

Zhou Ran was blasted away by the iron fist, his back slamming against the mine wall, and rubble collapsed down with a crash.

He gritted his teeth and stood up.

My left arm is twisted at an abnormal angle and is completely useless.

Twenty elite members of the Blood Sea rushed out from both sides at the same time, their magic power combined to form an array. The core of the array used crimson chains driven by the Bloodthirsty Ancestral Blood to bind the limbs of the second Emperor Weapon.

The imperial weapon struggled three times, and seven chains snapped.

That's enough. Three strikes were enough for Zhou Ran to shatter the upper body of the number one imperial weapon.

The moment the Primordial Black Blade pierced the body of the rules, the five patterns on the blade's surface simultaneously surged. Imperial blood seeped from the shattered fragments of rules, being absorbed without a trace by the dark patterns on the blade's surface.

At the point where the sixth line of the pattern ended, the light swelled forward an inch.

Seven days.

Within seven days, Zhou Ran led his team to kill twelve Imperial Soldiers on the eastern front.

They risked their lives in every match.

In the third round, Di Bing kicked him in the chest, breaking three ribs, with the fragments sticking out and puncturing half of his lung.

He squatted in the corner of the mine and coughed for two minutes, his bloody spittle mixed with white bone fragments. After he finished coughing, he got up and continued to slash with his second knife.

In the fifth scene, the meridians in his right arm, which had been welded with the blood of the Bloodthirsty Ancestral Blood, shattered once again. The meridian walls broke into fibrous strands, and the weld scars were completely torn off.

When Qin San arrived after the battle, he saw Zhou Ran using his magic to stuff the scattered tendrils of his meridians back in one by one, in a manner similar to sewing clothes.

Qin San's back molars ground out a muffled sound, and he turned and left.

In the eighth game, his left arm was fractured for the second time.

The bone below the elbow joint shattered into six pieces, and it was only thanks to magic that the bone fragments were pressed into the muscles and kept from falling off.

The twelfth match.

The moment the last wisp of imperial blood was completely absorbed by the Taihuang Black Blade, the sixth pattern burst forth from the severed head.

The light traversed the last two-thirds of the blade in one go.

All six background patterns are illuminated.

The Taihuang Black Blade emitted a long, resonant hum, and the temperature of the blade changed from icy to warm. The depth of the dark patterns increased by 20%.

The buzzing sound entered Zhou Ran's dantian.

The framework of the Lunar Eclipse Compression Technique was pushed to its critical point by the impact of the formation of the sixth pattern.

The Silver Moon True Essence and the Demon Emperor's Origin completed their first full fusion cycle within the meridians, doubling the density of the True Essence.

The bottleneck of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm has been broken.

The moment the magical power surged from his dantian into his limbs and bones, Zhou Ran was lifted three feet off the ground by the shockwave.

All six patterns on the Taihuang Black Blade were fully unfurled, with dark patterns spreading outward from the blade surface, covering an area of ​​five zhang in radius.

The burst of magical energy surged out from the abandoned mine along the eastern grain transport route, piercing through the six layers of the sky's protective canopy and reaching directly beyond the dome.

When Ming Cang sensed this fluctuation in the Nine Nether City, two of the pen handles in his hand broke.

"Late-stage Nascent Soul Realm—Emperor Venerable has broken through!"

On the last page of the military register, a line of silver lettering appeared.

Ji Yue's message.

"Your breakthrough has caused quite a stir."

The Emperor's third clone has already turned around and set off ahead of schedule. Ten days.

When Zhou Ran emerged from the mine, his left arm was crooked, his chest was dented, and the blood foam at the corner of his mouth was still fresh. The Taihuang Black Blade was propped up on the ground, and the light from the six background patterns illuminated the rubble beneath his feet in a black-gold hue.

He glanced down at Ji Yue's name in the military register.

Ten days.

The price of the breakthrough was that our position was exposed.

The Emperor's third incarnation departed ahead of schedule and arrived at the Sixth Heaven in ten days.

Zhou Ran closed the military register, gripped the Taihuang Black Blade, and headed towards Jiuyou City.

After taking three steps, the gray line on his left wrist twitched. The fourth stroke of the ancient symbol was taking shape.

Lin Qingxue is still moving.

The Imperial Court's cleanup team is still on its way.

He quickened his pace.

When Zhou Ran returned to the side hall, he closed the door tightly.

It was bolted from the inside.

The magic was infused into the wood fibers of the door panel, sealing the entire door into a single iron plate.

Sounds from outside can't get in, and sounds from inside can't get out.

He sat down next to the black coffin.

The Taihuang Black Blade rested in front of his knees, its six patterns glowing steadily.

The mana of the late-stage Nascent Soul stage circulated more than three times more smoothly in his meridians than before. The framework of the Lunar Eclipse Compression Technique had begun to merge with the Demon Emperor's origin, and the black-gold energy ball deep in his dantian spun faster and more steadily.

However, his left arm was broken twice, three ribs were broken, and although the cracks in his primordial spirit were mostly repaired, his foundation was still weak.

The combined losses from killing twelve imperial soldiers in seven days would be enough to keep him bedridden for a month.

He didn't have a month.

Ten days.

Zhou Ran pulled a three-inch-long short pen from his sleeve.

White Bone Pen.

The pen bone felt slightly warm in my palm.

The three-inch length was shorter than his little finger, and the fine lines engraved on the bone surface shone with a pale golden light under the illumination of magic.

The bone is warm and smooth, and the feel of holding it in your hand is similar to that of a living person's wrist bone.

A pen forged from the broken bones of a court official.

He already knew the first usage, so the judgment was changed.

Using true memories as ink, he revised the existing judgments of the Imperial Court.

The price is memory; for every change in judgment, a segment is lost.

The second usage—

The secret edict written on the bone fragments of the Night-Bearing Sky was written very clearly.

The judgment was made in writing.

To write a new judgment out of thin air that has never existed in the Imperial Court's legal code.

The author can write whatever he wants, and what he writes has the same effect as the original judgment of the Imperial Court.

The secret edict stated that the price was one's lifespan. The sentence was one year.

Zhou Ran probed his magical power deep into the bone of the brush.

The moment the lingering aura of the scribe collided with his magic power, a set of data that had never appeared before was imprinted on the wall of his sea of ​​consciousness.

The secret edict gave the bottom price.

The actual cost of a judgment is linked to the authority level of the judgment target; the higher the authority of the target, the more lifespan each character consumes.

Changing a trivial rule resulted in a one-year sentence; the secret edict was right.