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

The expansion of the silver concept far exceeded everyone's expectations.

In just three breaths, that wisp of residual consciousness grew wildly under the nourishment of the three Tribulation Transcending Stage origins.

Silver roots pierced into Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness, and branches wrapped around the crack between the Nascent Soul and Void Refinement stages, covering the starlight of rules emanating from the crack.

It is intercepting the flow.

Thirty percent of all the primordial essence poured into Zhou Ran's body was intercepted by the silver will.

The cracks in the barrier stopped widening and even began to close at an extremely slow pace.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The silver thought didn't want to kill him.

It aims to use the essence of the three empresses and his breakthrough opportunity to condense a "seed of rules" belonging to the Moon Emperor and implant it into the foundation of his primordial spirit.

Once successful, every time he mobilizes his cultivation, a portion of the energy will automatically flow back to the Moon Emperor's main body.

"That bitch—"

Bloodlust made her tremble with rage, and murderous intent surged in her crimson pupils, but she dared not stop.

Once her ancestral bloodline is cut off, the balance of the three forces within Zhou Ran's body will collapse instantly, tearing him apart even before the Moon Emperor's will can act.

Huanyin gritted her teeth.

The Soul Imprint of the Same Frequency made her more aware of the situation in her sea of ​​consciousness than anyone else.

The silver intent had already merged with the three fundamental sources and could not be separated from them at all.

Performing the excision would be tantamount to destroying the very essence that the three people had infused into them.

"She was betting on this moment."

Jiuyou's voice was so cold it sounded like it was coming from under a coffin lid.

"Three peak-stage Transcending Tribulation cultivators simultaneously bestowing blessings upon you; such an opportunity cannot be found twice in the entire world."

She doesn't need to do anything; she just needs to wait for you to feed her.

Don't believe her.

The three words that Ye Futian Canying had said resounded loudly in Zhou Ran's mind.

The Moon Emperor has been playing this game from the very beginning.

Transactions, intelligence, spells, and even that personal descent—all the "help" was meant to allow this wisp of silver consciousness to take root steadily, so that it could be swallowed whole when the most succulent fruit ripened.

But the Moon Emperor miscalculated one thing.

Zhou Ran closed her eyes.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the roots of the giant silver tree had already occupied 40% of the surface area of ​​the primordial spirit wall, and its branches were desperately extending into the depths of the crack.

In ten breaths at most, the breakthrough passage will be completely sealed off.

Zhou Ran's consciousness sank into his dantian.

Three distinct forces of different colors are surging: dark red, crimson gold, and pitch black.

A faint gray thread was interspersed among the three forces.

Those were the lingering embers of karma deep within his dantian after the gray markings on his left wrist were burned off.

Lin Qingxue's things.

wrong.

It's not just gray lines.

Zhou Ran's consciousness found something else in the corner of his dantian: the data engraved on the golden Gu shell.

The coordinates that Lin Qingxue marked three thousand meters below the foundation of the Blue Star White Tower.

Judgment Seal.

Precise location information of the "Imperial Court Forbidden Items".

After being extracted, this data has been sealed in his dantian in an encrypted form.

He originally planned to use this trump card in the final showdown with the Imperial Court.

Now, it's ahead of schedule.

Thirty thousand years ago, the Moon Emperor killed the Sixth Judge of the Imperial Court and was thus branded with the name "Sinful Blood".

The aura of rules and regulations of the Imperial Court is her greatest enemy.

The coordinate data of the judgment seal carries the frequency of the lowest level rules of the Imperial Court.

Zhou Ran released all the judgment data sealed in his dantian.

The frequency of the Imperial Court's underlying rules slammed into the roots of the silver giant tree.

The effect is immediate.

The silvery thought was met with a violent rejection.

The branches and leaves swayed wildly, and the roots detached one by one from Zhou Ran's primordial spirit wall, revealing a dense network of cracks on the trunk.

As a wisp of the Moon Emperor's true form, the silver consciousness felt an instinctive fear from the deepest part of its soul the moment it sensed the frequency of the Imperial Court's rules.

Its connection with the Moon Emperor's true form was completely severed.

A solitary and helpless thought, without the support and nourishment of its physical form, is nothing more than a gecko's severed tail.

Its tail can move, so it can't become a second gecko.

"Trying to plunder the fruits of my labor."

Zhou Ran opened his eyes, a blood-stained smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Then don't blame me for swallowing your hand along with it."

He neither banished the silvery thought nor destroyed it.

He did something that no one expected.

Eat it.

Under his active guidance, the three streams of origin from the Tribulation Transcending stage, along with the silver will whose escape route had been cut off, poured into the cracks in the Nascent Soul barrier.

The silver consciousness let out a piercingly mournful shriek.

Even a fraction of the power of rules at the Great Emperor level, even if it's just a wisp of residual will, is enough to act as a terrifying catalyst.

The three peak Tribulation Transcending beings, carrying this power, rushed towards the Divine Transformation barrier.

The iron wall could no longer hold.

"boom--"

The barrier has crumbled.

It wasn't a crack, it wasn't a collapse; it was utterly shattered from the inside out, from bottom to top.

The fragments transformed into countless tiny points of light, flowing into Zhou Ran's dantian and meridians.

The rules of the starry sky bloomed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Refining Void Realm.

Every inch of the earth's veins, every flow of spiritual energy, and every rule node in the Sixth Heaven were all within his perception range.

The Taihuang Black Blade on his knee let out a joyful cry.

The sound was so sharp that it pierced through the triple barrier, traveled out of the side hall, and soared into the sky.

The seventh pattern on the blade, which had been dormant for a long time, slowly lit up amidst the joyful sounds.

A golden-black light emanated from the patterns, carrying a chilling and murderous aura.

The pattern of the seventh background is completely different from the first six - the first six are acquired patterns that the sword master Zhou Ran nurtured with the blood of the emperor and the Soul Abyss Stone, while the seventh carries an aura that is far more ancient than the blood of the emperor.

The original master of the Taihuang Black Blade, Ye Futian, left behind a wisp of his original will deep within the blade.

The moment the seventh rune lit up, the afterimage of Ye Futian reappeared on the blade.

This time, the afterimage didn't say "Don't believe her".

He nodded slightly.

Dissipated into nothingness.

Zhou Ran gripped the Taihuang Black Blade and slowly stood up.

Seven patterns are neatly arranged on the blade, radiating a cold light.

His cultivation level jumped directly from the late stage of Nascent Soul to the early stage of Void Refinement, and the density of his true essence reached a level that even he himself had not expected under the influence of the Lunar Eclipse Compression Technique.

There was another thing in his sea of ​​consciousness.

They have digested most of the silver rule fragments.

Fragments of the Moon Emperor.

It granted Zhou Ran the ability to perceive and interfere with all rule operations that resonate with the Moon Emperor.

The Moon Emperor wanted to plant a seed.

He ate the seeds and the soil along with them.

Huan Yin slumped to the ground, her dark red hair scattered everywhere, with twice as many silver strands as before.

His cultivation level dropped from the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage to the middle stage, and a full 30% of his original essence was drained away.

Bloodlust knelt on one knee to the side, the Ancestral Blood Spear propped against the ground, its shaft covered with fine cracks.

The imperial blood mark on his collarbone had faded considerably.

Jiuyou leaned against the black coffin, her death aura so thin that she herself felt uncomfortable.

The name carved on the coffin lid was exposed after the deathly aura receded, each stroke deeply engraved.

All three empresses were looking at Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran held the Taihuang Black Blade, which was glowing with seven patterns, and looked down at his hand.

His graying temples hadn't turned black, and the fine lines around his eyes were still there, but there was a faint, almost invisible silver sheen flowing across his fingers.

Is it worth it?

He turned around and faced the three women.

Bloodlust raised his head, bloodshot veins spreading in his crimson pupils, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was still not wiped clean.

She stared at Zhou Ran's standing figure for a long time.

She reached out her hand.

Zhou Ran was stunned for a moment, then took her hand and pulled her up.

Bloodlust did not let go after it had secured its footing.

Her fingers gripped Zhou Ran's palm so tightly it felt like she was trying to leave a mark on his bones.

You owe me.

His bloodthirsty voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

"Post-war reckoning"

Huanyin chuckled on the ground.

Her weak smile held a mixture of resignation and smugness.

"My tent is longer than hers."

Jiuyou didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gently tapped the black coffin lid twice.

Two low, resonant sounds came from the coffin.

Zhou Ran helped the three of them up one by one.

His cultivation at the early stage of the Void Refinement realm had just stabilized, but the density of his true essence and his perception of the rules already far surpassed those at the late stage of the Divine Transformation realm.

He divided a gentle stream of true essence into three strands and injected them into the bodies of the three empresses respectively, stabilizing their foundations that were crumbling due to the loss of their original essence.

He pushed open the door to the side hall.

In the corridor outside the door, Xiao Hongli leaned against the wall, clutching a pen in her hand, the cap of which had been chewed out of shape.

Chen Ya sat on the steps, holding the military manual, her eyes still red.

Lin Qingxue was placed on a soft couch at the end of the corridor by Chen Ya. She was wrapped in a thick robe and her face was extremely pale, but her dim eyes were open.

The three women from Earth simultaneously looked up at Zhou Ran, who had walked out of the door.

The aura emanating from Zhou Ran was completely different from what it had been two hours ago.