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

But what he was going to confront was the domain annihilation authority personally granted by the Imperial Court.

That is the highest executive authorization in the Imperial Court system, second only to the Emperor's Son himself.

The cold, impersonal feedback from the pen bone stood firmly in his mind.

Two words: a century.

A complete judgment requires at least twelve words.

One thousand two hundred years.

The lifespan of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage is approximately a few years.

Write a judgment, and one-fifth of it will be lost.

Write three lines, and you'll only have 240 years left to live.

He placed the bone pen on the military register, his fingers resting on the bone surface of the pen handle, without picking it up.

I felt the faint pulsation emanating from beneath the bone with my fingertips.

The frequency of that pulsation was out of sync with the heartbeat, more like the last breath of the pen-bone still lingering deep within, a breath that hadn't completely dissipated even after countless years.

The third incarnation of the Emperor's son will arrive in ten days.

Thirty-six peak-stage Integration Emperor Weapons led the charge, followed by an Emperor's son clone with Domain Annihilation Authority.

Zhou Ran mentally reviewed the numbers.

The Primordial Black Blade with its six-patterned base, combined with the Lunar Eclipse Technique at the late Nascent Soul stage, can withstand a direct charge from an Emperor-level weapon.

However, the domain annihilation authority is not for killing people; it is for erasing the entire foundation of the Six Heavens rules.

Rules and regulations are things that cannot be changed with a knife.

Unless he can write a hedging ruling at the rule level.

"If I could write a decree to invalidate the Emperor's son's domain annihilation authority..."

He muttered half a sentence to himself, but before he could finish, the latch on the side hall door snapped open.

The door was blasted open from the inside by a dark red magical force.

Huanyin pushed the door open and entered in a way that was not as languid as usual. The hem of her dark red dress brushed against the threshold, and half of the neckline was frayed as she walked in a hurry.

She spotted the white bone pen in the military register at a glance.

Then I saw Zhou Ran's expression.

Zhou Ran watched her walk in.

The three words left by Ye Futian on the knife's surface flashed through my mind: Don't believe her.

He didn't show those three words on his face, but his fingers paused for a moment on the pen.

Huanyin stood at the door, the sharp light in her dark red eyes sinking layer by layer until it reached the very bottom.

She walked over at a moderate pace, walked around the black coffin, and stopped about half a zhang away from Zhou Ran.

"They're calculating what they could trade their lives for again."

The tone didn't sound like a question.

Zhou Ran looked up at her.

Huan Yin's face appeared slightly softer than usual in the pale blue halo of the Soul Abyss Stone, but deep within her dark red pupils, calculations and something else were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish the main point from the secondary one.

"If I could write a decree to completely invalidate the Imperial Son's Domain Annihilation Authority within the Sixth Heaven, would you say it's worth it?"

Huanyin did not hesitate.

"value."

Zhou Ran stared into her eyes for two breaths.

Huan Yin tilted her head slightly, her dark red eyes meeting his gaze without flinching.

"How many lines do you plan to write?"

One is enough.

The domain destruction authority takes effect when all nine leyline anchor points are simultaneously stabilized.

I have already had Qin San fill the foundations at the nine intersection points with fragments of Soul Abyss Stone, which can physically delay the process.

However, if the Emperor's third clone personally sets up the formation, the counteracting effect of the Soul Abyss Stone won't last more than three days.

Zhou Ran tapped the handle of the white bone pen with his fingers.

"I need to add another blow at the rule level."

Write a judgment.

It requires my lifespan of 1,200 years.

Huan Yin's fingers moved in and out of her long sleeves, then relaxed and then moved in again.

The turmoil churning within his dark red eyes could no longer be contained, and a portion of it emerged from its deepest recesses.

"One thousand two hundred years."

She repeated the number.

"Your lifespan limit in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm is two thousand years."

If you lose 1,200 years, you'll still have 800 years left.

It looks sufficient, but the remnants of the Emperor's Blood Dark Nails on your body are still slowly eroding the foundation of your primordial spirit.

Considering the hidden injuries you sustained during those seven days of relentlessly slaying imperial weapons, your actual lifespan is unlikely to exceed three hundred years.

Zhou Ran remained silent.

Every number Huanyin mentioned was correct.

She walked to the military register and reached out to press the end of the bone pen.

The moment the fingertip touched the bone surface, the pen bone emitted an extremely faint buzzing sound, even lighter than the flapping of a mosquito's wings.

The moment the buzzing sound entered Huan Yin's sea of ​​consciousness, her brow twitched slightly.

"This pen identifies the person."

Huanyin's tone changed.

All her languidness was gone, replaced by a seriousness that Zhou Ran had never heard from her before.

"The pen forged from the bones of the scribe will only recognize the scribe whose causal relationship has intersected with that of the scribe."

You can grasp it because the hidden mark of the pen-holder is etched deep within your causal network.

She withdrew her finger and looked at Zhou Ran.

"But the soul imprint is also a kind of causal intersection."

Zhou Ran's eyelid twitched.

The illusory sound began to press deeper into the outer layer of consciousness.

Her dark red soul power flowed upstream along the consciousness channel, passing through the normally functioning surface defenses and directly into the core area of ​​her sea of ​​consciousness.

The fragment of the same-frequency soul imprint that remained at the edge of the crack in Zhou Ran's primordial spirit was awakened.

The fragments floated up from the surface of the primordial spirit, their dark red light perfectly synchronized with the soul power frequency of the illusory sound's true form.

The fragment spun half a circle above the rift in the primordial spirit, and the buzzing frequency began to resonate with the bone pen under Zhou Ran's palm.

"The soul imprint has been with your primordial spirit for more than half a year."

Huan Yin's voice squeezed out from deep within her chest, and the lazy shell in her dark red eyes completely cracked.

What was peeking out from under the shell made Zhou Ran's fingers pause for a moment on the pen.

"It has already become part of your primordial spirit."

Using my soul imprint as a pen holder, the two of us will share the cost of writing the judgment.

"You lose sixty years, I lose sixty years."

Only the light of the Soul Abyss Stone remained in the side hall.

The white bone pen hummed louder and louder in Zhou Ran's palm.

Huan Yin did not retract her finger from the end of the pen. The dark red soul power on her fingertip flowed along the bone surface, probing, colliding, and biting with the residual aura of the pen-holding official deep in the pen bone.

Zhou Ran looked at her.

His reflection was in Huan Yin's dark red eyes.

The reflection was small, sunk in the depths of dark red, supported by the things that had been piled up at the bottom by years of scheming and pretense.

"A lifespan of sixty years."

You just casually gave it away like that?

Zhou Ran's tone was half a degree lower than usual.

Huan Yin's lips curved slightly.

The curve was shallow, unlike the usual smile that carried eight parts control and one part probing.

This time there's only one point, and that one point is all real.

"Just saying?"

She removed her fingers from the pen, crossed her arms over her chest, and turned her head to look at the Soul Abyss Stone Lamp next to the black coffin.

"I started settling this score the day I came back to life from the crack in your soul."

She turned her head, her dark red eyes meeting his.

"I've been calculating for half a year—how to stay in your sea of ​​consciousness and not leave, how to make the soul imprint grow deeper and harder to pull out, how to make the four words 'intersection of cause and effect' into an unbreakable thread."

Huan Yin's voice dropped halfway down.

"I think it's cheap to buy an unbreakable thread over sixty years."

Zhou Ran loosened his grip on the bone pen slightly.

After loosening it slightly, it tightened again.

He lowered his head.

The white bone pen quietly emitted a faint golden glow in my palm.

At the end of the pen, the warmth left by Huan Yin's dark red soul power had not yet completely dissipated.

"Mingcang".

The sound of Mingcang tumbling over came from outside the door, and he almost tripped on the threshold.

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Prepare the medium for the written judgment. There aren't enough blank pages in the military register, so we'll use the Soul Abyss Stone Tablets."

Ming Cang peeked half his head in through the crack in the door, saw Huan Yin standing opposite Zhou Ran, and then saw the white bone pen between the two of them, before pulling his head back in.

"I will take care of it immediately."

His footsteps faded into the distance.

Zhou Ran stood up.

The Taihuang Black Blade rested on the ground, its six-lined patterns reflecting the pale gold glow of the White Bone Brush in the side hall.

He glanced at Huanyin.

"Sixty years, remember this."

Huan Yin's lips curved into a smile again, the curve slightly deeper than before.

"My accounts are never wrong."

She turned and walked towards the door.

Her dark red dress swept across the stone floor, and as she reached the doorway, she flicked dust off the doorframe with her fingers.

The moment my fingertip brushed against the door frame, I touched the crimson palm print that Bloodlust had left on it last time.

Two red traces of magic squeezed together in the wood grain of the door frame.

Huan Yin's fingers paused for a moment.

She didn't leave her mark next to the handprint. But after she left, an almost invisible dark red line appeared around the edge of the bloodthirsty crimson handprint on the door frame.

The thin line extended an inch into the palm print, following the grain of the wood.

stopped.

The side hall returned to quiet.

Zhou Ran sat back down and placed the white bone pen upright next to the Taihuang black knife in front of his knees.

One stroke of the knife, one stroke of the pen.

One is for slashing people, the other for writing one's fate.

He glanced down at his left wrist; the gray lines on his wrist were still pulsating.

The fourth stroke of the ancient symbol had taken shape. The force transmitted from the direction of Blue Star had increased in speed after he broke through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Ten days.

The third incarnation of the Emperor's son is on his way with thirty-six imperial soldiers.

The Imperial Court's purge team is rushing towards Blue Star.

The Judgment Seal, located three thousand meters underground on Blue Star, remains silent.

Zhou Ran placed the White Bone Pen and the Primordial Black Blade on his left and right knees respectively. He closed his eyes and began to deduce each character of the judgment.

Twelve characters.

Each word can cost you a hundred years of life.

Two people share the burden, each word representing fifty years.

He had to write these twelve characters flawlessly.

Once it's written, it can't be taken back.