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

Inside the side hall, the pale blue halo of the Soul Abyss Stone was dimmed by the six-line pattern of the Primordial Black Blade.

With his eyes closed, Zhou Ran had already deduced the twelve characters in his mind to their fullest extent.

Every stroke, structure, and even the flow of magical power when the brush was put down was clearly etched in his mind.

"The power to destroy a domain is invalid without the Emperor's approval."

Fourteen characters.

There were two more characters than the estimated twelve.

A lifespan of 1,400 years.

His lifespan limit in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm is two thousand years. He had previously burned his life force and suffered internal injuries, so he was already dissatisfied with it.

If we deduct 1,400 years, he and Huanyin will each have to bear 700 years of the burden.

Huanyin said it would take sixty years to buy an unbreakable thread. Now it's been seven hundred years.

Zhou Ran opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the top-grade Soul Abyss stone slab that Ming Cang had just delivered.

The stone slabs were polished smooth as a mirror, exuding a sense of weight and weight that could bear the weight of rules.

He did not hesitate any longer.

The ten-day deadline left him no room for negotiation.

Zhou Ran gripped the white bone pen.

The moment the magic power flowed into the pen bone, deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the dark red soul imprint fragment belonging to Huan Yin suddenly lit up.

A channel of resonance was instantly established, binding the two together on a rule-based level.

He raised his hand, the tip of his pen hovering half an inch above the Soul Abyss stone slab.

Put pen to paper.

The moment the first stroke of the character "域" touched the stone slab, an indescribable, terrifying suction force surged into Zhou Ran's body along the pen.

It's not draining mana, it's draining life.

Zhou Ran clearly felt that something most primal and vibrant within him was being forcibly stripped away.

His skin lost its luster at a visible rate, and a strand of black hair at his temples turned gray instantly.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the fragments of Huan Yin's soul imprint trembled violently, and a dark red light flickered wildly, sharing the burden of this terrifying power of deprivation.

Outside the door, at the top of the main hall of the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace.

Huan Yin was originally leaning against the edge of the throne, resting with her eyes closed.

The moment Zhou Ran put down his pen, she suddenly opened her eyes, her dark red pupils contracting sharply.

She groaned, her body swaying slightly, and gripped the armrest of the throne tightly with one hand, her nails scratching five deep white marks into the hard material.

A strand of silver hair emerged from her cascading black hair and fell down her cheek.

"Seven hundred years..."

Huan Yin gritted her teeth, but a chilling smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Zhou Ran, you really don't hold back."

Instead of severing the soul imprint, she actively channeled more of her original soul power through the passage, desperately resisting the backlash from the rule that was stripping her of her lifespan.

Inside the side hall.

Zhou Ran's pen did not stop.

"Exterminate", "of", "power".

With each character written, the pale gold glow on the white bone brush intensified, while Zhou Ran's face grew paler.

When the word "nothingness" was written, the earth veins of the entire Sixth Heaven suddenly emitted a muffled rumble.

This is not a physical tremor, but a lament produced when the underlying rules are forcibly disrupted.

Beneath the Nine Nether City, Zang Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes, and the fragment of the Emperor's Armor between his brows flashed with a blinding red light.

"Rule tampering?!"

Zangyuan was horrified and suddenly stood up.

He had been lying low in the Sixth Heaven for forty-seven years and knew all too well the absolute nature of the Imperial Court's rules.

Even the emperor's son can only act within the framework of the rules.

And now, someone is forcibly stuffing things into the Imperial Court's underlying code!

"Has he gone mad? A book judge of this level could turn a Tribulation Transcending stage cultivator into a dried-up corpse through backlash!"

Zangyuan stared intently in the direction of the Demon Palace, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Inside the side hall, Zhou Ran's movements had become extremely slow.

"本", "帝", "首", "肯".

Sweat mixed with blood trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the Soul Abyss stone slab, where it was instantly evaporated by the power of the White Bone Pen's rules.

Although his left arm was forcibly fixed by magic, he was now experiencing excruciating pain from the broken bones due to the backlash of the rules.

He gritted his teeth and forced back his cry of pain.

Within her sea of ​​consciousness, the fragments of Huan Yin's soul imprint had dimmed to an extreme degree, as if they might extinguish at any moment.

"Hold on," Zhou Ran roared inwardly.

The last four words.

"皆", "为", "无", "效".

The moment the last stroke was made, the bone pen emitted a crisp cracking sound.

The three-inch-long pen bone turned into a puddle of dust, which spilled from between Zhou Ran's fingers.

On the Soul Abyss stone slab, fourteen large characters burst forth with dazzling black and gold light.

The light did not spread outwards, but instead pierced through physical space and slammed into the underlying rule network of the Sixth Heaven.

"boom!"

The entire sky of the Sixth Heaven turned into an eerie dark red at this moment, with countless black and gold chains appearing and disappearing in the clouds before vanishing into nothingness.

Zhou Ran leaned against the black coffin, exhausted, panting heavily.

He glanced down at himself in the water mirror.

His temples were graying, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. His once vibrant life force was now waning.

His lifespan of seven hundred years is over.

But as he looked at the fourteen characters on the Soul Abyss stone tablet, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Highness, your trump card is useless."

Outside the door, Huanyin pushed it open and entered.

She walked very slowly, her steps no longer as light as before.

The dark red dress was still flamboyant, but her black hair was now streaked with obvious silver strands.

She walked up to Zhou Ran, looked down at him, her gaze sweeping over his graying temples before finally settling on the Soul Abyss stone slab.

"Fourteen characters." Huan Yin's voice was a little hoarse, but her tone still carried that calculating edge.

"I have been at a disadvantage for six hundred and forty years."

Zhou Ran looked up at the silver strands in her hair, but didn't say anything.

Huan Yin suddenly bent down, placed her hands on the black coffin beside Zhou Ran, brought her face close to his, and stared intently into his eyes with her dark red pupils.

"Zhou Ran, how do you plan to pay this debt?"

Zhou Ran met her gaze and spoke calmly:

"Our lives are intertwined, so why distinguish between us?"

Huan Yin paused for a moment, then straightened up and let out a soft laugh.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

She turned around, her back to Zhou Ran, her voice regaining its usual languidness.

"Quickly adjust your breathing."

"That mad dog, the Imperial Prince, is almost here."

As Zhou Ran watched her retreating figure, the gray lines on his left wrist throbbed slightly.

The fourth stroke completes the final form.

Beyond the Sixth Heaven, amidst endless void turbulence.

A massive black-gold warship is propelling forward at a speed that tears through space.

On the deck of the warship, thirty-six peak-stage Integration Realm Imperial Soldiers stood like statues, their bodies radiating cold, rule-based fluctuations.

On the throne at the highest point of the warship sat a figure clad in heavy black and gold armor.

The third secondary body of the Emperor's son.

He had no facial features; his face was a deep black-gold vortex, and at the center of the vortex, a dark red rune representing "Domain Annihilation Authority" was slowly rotating.

"Three more days."

The alternate voice was like the scraping of metal, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"The anchor point of the sixth heaven's earth vein has been locked. Set up the formation immediately upon arrival."

Thirty days?

"I only need half an hour to reduce that ant named Zhou Ran, along with this entire world, to nothingness."

He raised his hand, and a palm-sized array plate appeared in his palm.

The array plate was covered with densely packed imperial court runes, and at the center, nine points of light represented the nine confluences of the earth veins of the Six Heavens.

Once this array plate is implanted into the core of the Sixth Heaven, the Domain Annihilation Authority will be fully activated.

Just then, something unexpected happened.