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

The door to the side hall was closed.

Ming Cang turned the latch all the way in from the outside, glanced back at Qin San, Gu Ji, and Xiao Hongli standing in a row behind him, and swallowed hard.

"The strategist said that for the next two hours, no one is allowed to approach within thirty feet of the side hall."

Those who disobey orders—

"Alright."

Qin San, supporting his injured leg, limped back.

"Can't you understand human language? Just get lost."

Gu Ji followed behind without saying a word. The screw in his spine was slightly hot, making his walking posture more stiff than usual.

Xiao Hongli stood there for a few more glances at the tightly closed palace doors, and when she turned around, her lips were pale.

Chen Ya grabbed her sleeve and pulled her away.

"Stop looking."

Chen Ya's voice was very low.

"The more you look at this kind of thing, the more upset you get."

Xiao Hongli paused for a moment.

"Sister Chen, you're not angry?"

Chen Ya remained silent for a few moments, her grip on her sleeve tightening and loosening.

"What's the use of anger?"

Her voice was muffled.

"If he doesn't break through to the next level, we'll all die together in ten days."

The Allied Forces of the Three Realms won't reason with you, nor will they care whether you come from Earth or some remote corner of the world.

She stopped and glanced back in the direction of the side hall.

"I just hope he comes out alive."

Inside the palace gate.

The formation has been fully activated.

The death energy drawn from the coffin burial domain by Jiuyou blocked all channels through which the aura could leak out. Huanyin's formless domain covered the death energy, completely erasing the entire side hall from the perception network of the sixth heaven.

The bloodthirsty ancestral blood drew array patterns on the ground, emitting a dark red glow and extremely high temperature, making the air within the array range scorching hot.

The three overlapping areas separated the side hall into an independent little world.

Zhou Ran sat in front of the black coffin, with the Taihuang Black Blade lying horizontally on his knees.

The six lines on the blade flickered intermittently.

Huanyin stood directly in front of him.

Bloodlust stands on the left.

The Nine Netherworlds are on the right.

Three women surrounded him, their three distinct auras enveloping him in the center.

"The Three Yin Reverse Nurturing".

Huan Yin spoke first, her voice returning to its inherently languid tone, but a faint tension flickered deep within her dark red pupils.

"The forbidden techniques of the ancient demonic sects have not been used since Ye Futian."

"Enough with the nonsense."

Bloodlust ripped open the buttons on his collar, and the imperial blood mark on his collarbone emitted a blazing light in the air.

"How do I do it?"

Jiuyou didn't speak, but directly placed his palm on the lid of the black coffin.

The deathly aura emanated from her palm, spreading along the coffin wall and finally converging on the spot on the coffin lid where Zhou Ran's name was engraved.

Huanyin walked up to Zhou Ran, bent down, placed her hands on the coffin walls on either side of him, and brought her face very close.

"The core of the Three Yin Reverse Nourishment is to infuse your meridians and primordial spirit with the essence of the three pure Yin bodies at the Tribulation Transcending stage without reservation."

The impact was so great that it was enough to forcibly pry open the barrier between the Nascent Soul and Void Refinement stages.

Her breath brushed against Zhou Ran's cheek.

"The price is that the cultivation levels of the three of us will each drop by at least one small realm, and we will not be able to recover in a short period of time."

Our fighting strength will be greatly reduced before the arrival of the Three Realms Allied Forces.

"In other words..."

Zhou Ran looked up and glanced at the three faces in turn.

"You're betting that my combat power after breaking through to the next level can fill the gaps left by the three of you."

"If you can't fix it."

Bloodlust grabbed his collar, his crimson pupils shoved in his face, his voice a mixture of threat and pleading.

"I will personally stuff you into this coffin and nail you to death."

Jiuyou's voice drifted over from the side, cold and devoid of warmth.

"The coffin was originally reserved for him."

Whether it gets nailed down or not, we'll see when the time comes.

Zhou Ran looked at the three pairs of eyes, each a different color.

"start."

Huanyin moved her hands from the coffin wall to his shoulders, her palms resting on his shoulder blades.

Dark red primordial soul power surged into his meridians, burning hot.

The Soul Imprint of the Same Frequency erupted with a blinding red light at the point of contact between the two, binding Huan Yin's domain and Zhou Ran's primordial spirit together in an extremely intimate way.

Bloodlust approached from the left, the Ancestral Blood Spear planted beside him, and grabbed his left arm with both hands.

The vitality and killing intent of the 300,000 Blood Demon Army mingled together, transforming into a crimson torrent that surged into his meridians.

That force was extremely domineering, completely disregarding any gradual approach, and directly smashed into his dantian.

Zhou Ran's body trembled, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Jiuyou made the final move.

She did not directly touch Zhou Ran's body, but instead poured death energy into the black coffin, and then, through the name engraved on the coffin wall, made the coffin burial law resonate with Zhou Ran at a unique frequency.

Extremely cold death energy climbed up from the soles of his feet, enveloping Huan Yin's scorching heat and bloodthirsty rage in a layer of frozen bone.

The three forces collided within Zhou Ran's body.

The extreme interplay of ice and fire caused every meridian in his body to scream.

The three old cracks on the primordial spirit wall burst open under the enormous impact, and were then blocked by three forces from three directions at the same time.

The blockage was even worse than before, but the process nearly shattered Zhou Ran's consciousness.

He gritted his teeth, the Taihuang Black Blade vibrating on his knee, all six of its patterns lighting up, releasing a chilling aura that helped absorb some of the impact.

The barrier to becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator has begun to loosen.

A tiny crack appeared at the bottom of an iron wall.

The light shining through the crack was extremely faint, but it was definitely there.

"Soon."

Huan Yin's voice came from beside him, clearly panting.

Her source energy output was accelerating, the color draining from her face at a visible rate, and a few more strands of silver appeared in her hair.

The situation is even worse with bloodlust.

The infusion of ancestral blood was draining her foundation; the imperial blood mark on her collarbone flashed wildly, scorching her skin.

She bit her lip until it bled, and her bloodshot eyes were full of veins, but the force she used to infuse the blood didn't diminish at all.

The Nine Netherworld's coffin burial law weaves a thread through the gaps between the three forces, guiding the violent energy towards the dantian.

Her figure appeared and disappeared in the deathly aura, and a layer of black frost hung on the edge of her robe.

The cracks in the barrier are widening.

Zhou Ran could hear the creaking sound coming from the iron wall.

The cracks spread upwards from the bottom, and with each inch they expanded, the three empresses' faces grew paler.

Five inches.

one foot.

Three feet.

The barrier cracked open, revealing a dazzling, orderly starry sky behind the crack—the Refinement Realm.

Zhou Ran's consciousness began to extend towards that starry sky.

At that very moment, deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, in a certain corner, a long-forgotten silver light suddenly burst forth without warning.

The Moon Emperor's will.

The silver parasite that should have been tricked away in Huanyin's illusion, burned out by bloodlust, and intercepted by Xiaorou still remained.

The silvery intent expanded rapidly under the nourishment of the three Tribulation Stage origins.

Its tentacles entangled the regular starry sky peeking through the cracks in the barrier, and it gripped the door that was about to be pried open.

Zhou Ran's breakthrough process has stalled.

"The Moon Emperor—"

Huan Yin's soul imprint sensed the change in her sea of ​​consciousness, her dark red pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, her voice carried genuine fear.

"She's stealing your breakthrough fruit!"