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

The moment the Soul-Suppressing Wedge was driven into the spine of the evil dragon.

The last trace of demonic energy and the last bit of Buddhist vow power in Zhou Ran's dantian were completely drained.

This means that the black jade unicorn that had submitted to his willpower and demonic energy has completely lost control.

Therefore, he had to get rid of his left arm first.

Otherwise, that beast would surely tear me to pieces.

But the dominoes falling is just the beginning.

It's included in the storage ring.

The 108 Soul-Suppressing Nails, having lost their demonic power, became nothing more than scrap metal devoid of any spiritual energy.

This means that he has no way to stop Ye Futian from forcibly taking over his body.

Most importantly, if that evil dragon isn't sealed away...

The backlash from the tremors of the dragon veins is already shattering the earth's veins.

If it cannot be sealed within three breaths, the underground palace will collapse first.

The dragon's energy surged upwards to the surface, turning the entire capital city into a living tomb.

Further on—the fate of the entire Xia Kingdom collapsed.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth and completely sank the last section of the Soul-Suppressing Wedge into the dragon bone.

The runes lit up.

The dragon's hoarse wail echoed through the underground palace, circling again and again, growing weaker and weaker.

The enormous creature finally collapsed at the bottom of the abyss, its black scales fading and revealing golden rock veins once more.

The cost was too high.

But he had no choice.

But Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness was already an empty city.

The severed arm on the ground instantly transformed into a ball of blood-red flame.

Once the black jade unicorn sensed the scent of freedom, it rushed out like a madman.

In the end, only that small piece of Qilin bone remained.

Zhou Ran didn't have time to go see it.

Because something happened on the high platform.

The jade skeleton of Li Chengfeng, which had been sleeping for two thousand years, emitted a dark, ominous light from between its bones.

The frequency of the light was exactly the same as that of the Qilin bone on the ground.

Two primordial forces of the same origin collided in mid-air, separated by a distance of over a hundred meters.

The void shattered.

A shadow condensed at the point of impact.

Three zhang tall.

The body was covered in heavy armor, with hollowed-out faceplates, and no eyes or mouth.

He gripped a black iron halberd in his right hand, and the space itself cracked in the direction the halberd's tip pointed.

It wasn't cut; it collapsed on its own, revealing a spiderweb-like pattern, because it couldn't withstand the weight of that will.

It is merely a projection of the remnants of will.

However, the intensity of the pressure was beyond the scope of the Nascent Soul stage.

Transformation into a deity.

Zhou Ran's breath hitched for a second.

He knew all too well what the Nascent Soul stage meant.

If you stand still and take the hit, the recoil from your protective qi alone would be enough to crush a Foundation Establishment cultivator into mincemeat.

Moreover, he can't even muster the full power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator right now.

The Purple-Gold Demonic Fire Lotus Platform rapidly contracted from outside the body, channeling all remaining power back into the dantian to defend the last line of defense of the divine platform.

Zhou Ran's vision began to darken at the edges.

It's not because of weakness.

It's because something deep within the sea of ​​consciousness has awakened.

A pair of eyes.

He slowly opened his eyes in the deepest darkness of his consciousness.

Ye Futian waited for this day, and his bones almost rotted away from waiting.

He endured being burned by the traitor's Buddha light.

He endured being ambushed and having his food stolen by that wretched mushroom.

He endured being used as a pawn, a laborer, tricked out of his martial arts techniques, and used as a whetstone in the conflict between the two sides.

He remembers every single account.

The Demon Emperor's patience is longer than anything else.

This is exactly what he's been waiting for.

The Soul-Suppressing Wedge is ruined.

The Buddhist vows have been exhausted.

All 108 Soul-Locking Nails became useless.

The most troublesome part, the massive arm, the little brat removed it himself.

There is no purer place in the world than this.

"Good disciple."

The hoarse voice seeped upwards from the foundation of consciousness.

"I'll gladly accept this perfect body."

"Go and rest on your way to the Yellow Springs."

My final words to you are from your teacher.

On the imperial road, there are no friends, and certainly no room for your womanly compassion!

A massive demonic thought burst forth in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Transforming into countless black tentacles with barbs, they flowed upstream along the meridians, heading straight for Zhou Ran's soul essence.

Zhou Ran let out a muffled groan.

He wanted to curse again.

But my mouth was no longer under my control.

The purple-gold light in his eyes faded inch by inch, replaced by a thick, deathly black.

Consciousness plummeted from a great height, plunging into a bottomless quagmire.

But before it sank completely, Zhou Ran did one last thing.

Nobody saw it.

Just as he hit the ground, his right hand touched that section of the Qilin bone with his fingertips.

A wisp of almost non-existent divine soul burrowed into the bone crevice through the fingertip.

Then, Zhou Ran's eyes went completely extinguished.

then.

He raised his head again.

Her facial features haven't changed.

The outline remains unchanged.

That handsome, cold face remained unchanged.

But the contents inside were completely different.

The dead black pupils were unfocused and cold, possessing a condescending quality only found in creatures that had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

He twisted his neck.

A popping sound in my cervical spine.

Demonic energy surged at the severed point on his left shoulder, conjuring up a phantom arm of black mist out of thin air.

He flexed and extended his fingers a couple of times, then clenched his fist.

Ye Futian greedily savored every inch of the young body's texture.

His cultivation level has plummeted.

But this foundation...

He personally trained them.

Those dirty Buddhist vows are gone.

It was even more perfect than his original demonic body!

Worth it.

Before he could even express his feelings...

Above their heads, the three-zhang-tall phantom raised its halberd.

The overwhelming pressure of a Nascent Soul level being, carrying the remnant soul of battle intent from two thousand years ago, crushed down without reservation.

The night sky looked up, its head bowed.

He didn't take the hit head-on.

The Demon Emperor is not a reckless fool.

The black mist arm disintegrated in front of him, transforming into dozens of snake-like streams of demonic energy that dispersed and rushed toward the joints of the phantom.

At the same time, he stepped back to the side, using Zhou Ran's physical body as a shield between himself and the illusory figure.

He was certain that Li Chengfeng wouldn't dare to really fight this body.

Beneath the Demon Eye.

He clearly saw Zhou Ran separate a wisp of his divine consciousness and enter it.

In the Demon Emperor's eyes, Zhou Ran's actions were far too childish.

The phantom paused for a moment.

The halberd's edge deviated by half an inch.

But half an inch is not enough.

The blast wave did indeed make way for the blast.

Ye Futian was sent flying backward, crashing into the stone wall and leaving a deep, human-shaped crater.

Gravel fell from above, hitting him, or rather, Zhou Ran's shoulder.

He climbed out of the pit and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The phantom did not pursue.

The faceless armor was facing him.

Behind the hollow visor, there were no eyes, but the weight of that gaze was sharper than a real blade.

The halberd's blade slowly lowered, pointing towards his chest.

That's not the starting stance for a killing move.

That was scrutiny.

It's the expression of someone standing at the pinnacle of martial arts, looking down at those who have fallen.

"Your name is Ye Futian."

The sound emanated from the phantom's body.

There is no opening or closing of the lips, no vibration of the Adam's apple; it is the will itself that is vibrating the air.

"A dignified Demon Emperor has actually stooped to possessing the body of a junior."

Ye Futian's expression crumbled.

"I am but a remnant soul!"

Moreover, the Demon Emperor's actions are none of your business, you insignificant wretch.

He roared.

"A mere minor cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage."

In my prime, you couldn't even defeat a single hair of my divine power!

"perhaps."

A phantom image raises a halberd.

"But you're not at your peak right now."

The halberd's edge sliced ​​through the air, aiming straight for his throat.