Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

"It's like boiling a frog in lukewarm water. If the water is boiling from the start, the frog will jump out quickly. But if the water is heated slowly, by the time the frog realizes something is wrong, it's too late."

The Western Wilderness God Emperor revealed a wild smile.

"You wicked thing, you really figured out those old fogies in the forbidden zone. Even if they aren't God Emperors at their peak, as long as they stay clear-headed, they won't be fooled by your little tricks."

"They are usually asleep, waiting for the day when the gate to the immortal realm will open again as prophesied. Now you only draw a small amount each time, always stopping at a small amount that won't wake them up, so they won't notice."

"The less they can detect it, the weaker their cultivation level; the weaker their cultivation level, the less they can detect it."

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have already tested it on several supreme beings in the forbidden zones, otherwise you wouldn't have grasped it so subtly."

Upon hearing this, Lorraine couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.

"Just thinking about how these supreme beings from forbidden zones will launch a dark upheaval and reap the rewards of all living beings, only to find out that they are just useless old men and women who have been drained of their vitality countless times makes me want to laugh!"

Chapter 236 The Joyful Emperor: Dark Turmoil

Deep within the desolate Star Ruins, a piece of mysterious ice, larger than a galaxy, quietly cracked, the cracks spreading and emitting a mournful cry that made all the stars in the heavens tremble.

The first wisp of energy awakened, carrying the coldness and greed accumulated over millennia, like a ferocious beast driven mad by hunger, finally opening its scarlet eyes.

"Time flies by in the slumber, and it's time to harvest the seedlings again!"

"Immortal Sect, oh Immortal Sect, I have waited so long for you!"

The Primordial Forbidden Zone has awakened.

Almost simultaneously, the Burial Cave of Demons, the Fallen Immortal Ridge, the Styx Ten Thousand Caves Mountain... one after another, these forbidden names that only appeared in the oldest nightmares lit up with their light.

Indescribable, terrifying wills swept across endless star fields, engulfing vibrant worlds.

Having slumbered for too long, they need the essence of life, the souls of all living beings, to replenish their depleted life force, to sustain their barely surviving existence, and to wait for the ethereal gates of immortality to reopen.

Darkness and turmoil descended as expected.

"Insects...offer your blood as food!"

A whisper can shake the laws of the universe more than a billion thunderbolts exploding at once.

The master of the Burial Cave, the Bone Supreme, was the first to step out of his forbidden zone.

He envisioned that this step would shatter the galaxy, cause all things to wail in despair, and make all living beings tremble and prostrate themselves before his boundless imperial might.

However, his steps seemed somewhat unsteady.

The Emperor's bones, powerful enough to crush even a giant star, sent a wave of unprecedented soreness through them.

"What's wrong with me?"

"No, what about my vital energy, my cultivation?"

"I still have a long life ahead of me... Let me calculate..."

At this moment, the old woman from the Primordial Forbidden Zone who was following closely behind—the Supreme Xuanming—also manifested her form.

She intended to begin devouring directly, but as soon as she activated her source energy, her expression changed drastically.

The supreme magical power that was originally as boundless as a vast starry sea is now like a leaky pool, with only a fraction of it remaining. Its operation is extremely sluggish, carrying a heart-palpitating sense of emptiness.

"What's going on?!" she shrieked, her voice distorted with shock and anger.

Not only them, but all the Supreme beings who stepped out of the forbidden zone sensed that something was wrong.

The imperial weapon in hand felt as heavy as a billion pounds, almost impossible to hold firmly.

As he swept his divine sense across the area, he felt waves of dizziness.

That supreme majesty, which should have suppressed all ages and made the universe submit, was now pitifully weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.

They were... as weak as ordinary people recovering from a serious illness!

"Brother Bone Emperor, how much lifespan do you have left?" asked the former Xuanming God Emperor, now the Xuanming Supreme.

"Oh, there are only ten years left!"

"Brother Dao, don't scare me!"

"Farewell, fellow Daoist!"

As the countdown ended, the once majestic and awe-inspiring Skeleton Supreme, whose imperial might shook the three thousand worlds, instantly transformed into a lifeless skeleton, collapsing into the void of the universe.

Just as the supreme beings were filled with doubt and uncertainty, trying to find the root cause, the three thousand worlds below did not fall into the despairing silence as expected.

On the contrary, billions of stars and countless worlds lit up at the same moment. It was not the divine light of resistance, but a kind of... indescribable, fervent, and excited aura.

Countless cultivators, from Qi Refiners who had just begun to understand the basics to Saint Lords who dominated their regions, and even some old monsters with obscure auras and one foot in the Emperor Realm, all rose into the sky from their respective caves, mountain gates, and even the streets and alleys of the city.

In their hands, almost everyone held a book, whether it was a jade slip, a book, or a book imprinted with divine thought, with six large characters on the cover that flowed with ambiguous Taoist charm—"The Secret Manual of Universal Harmony".

They looked at the withered and decaying supreme beings of the forbidden zones in the starry sky, their eyes filled not with fear, but with an almost manic burning passion, as if they were examining a group of walking, peerless treasures.

As the Universal Joy Plan was rolled out across the Three Thousand Worlds, some wise individuals and seasoned monsters gradually guessed the terrifying objective behind this massive plan.

And then... hurry up and practice!

Even if I get caught and beaten to a pulp by the God Emperor, I'll accept it if I can have my stamina drained.

"Long live the Great Emperor Hehuan!!!"

"loyalty!"

"In my heart, there is only one sun in the three thousand worlds, and that is Her Majesty Hehuan!"

Having tasted the benefits, many monks fervently supported Loran, and their chaotic, fanatical spirits, laced with incomprehensible profanities, swept across the starry sky like a tsunami.

Hundreds of millions of cultivators, like locusts attracted by the scent of blood, swept up the strange Yin-Yang Dao rhythms triggered by the operation of the "Secret Manual of Universal Harmony," and, under the convergence of the Imperial Weapon Yin-Yang Harmony Chaotic Gourd, rushed towards those bewildered Supreme Beings of the Forbidden Zones.

The scene was utterly absurd. The Dark Sovereign, who should have been reaping lives, had become the target of "replenishment."

Streams of faint but endless energy, drawn from the body of every cultivator practicing the "Secret Manual of Universal Harmony," emanated through some mysterious connection in the dark, traversing the void and precisely binding those supreme beings.

The Demon Cloud Supreme was filled with shock and anger, and tried to activate the Imperial Weapon Cloud Demon Seal to suppress himself, but the Demon Seal only swayed and could not even emit a decent dark light.

Xuanming Supreme screamed and unleashed Xuanming Ancient Cold Qi. The familiar Daoist rhythm of cultivation made her body stiffen, and her already weak cultivation level was slightly reduced.

They were like a group of exhausted old elephants, falling into a swarm of frenzied ants that possessed methods specifically designed to subdue them.

"He! Huan!"

The Supreme Xuanming spat out this name through gritted teeth. While these former supreme beings slept, a descendant had actually laid out a shocking trap targeting all the supreme beings of the forbidden zones!

Amidst this extreme chaos, deep within the starry sky, several figures quietly emerged.

Among them, a man and a woman were at the very front.

The Western Wilderness Goddess was still dressed in a sleek battle dress, her posture as upright as a spear. She looked at the absurd scene below, her lips twitched slightly, and she silently gripped the Golden Dragon God-Slaying Spear, which was wrapped in the phantom of a golden dragon and exuded a murderous aura.

"Bad guys?" She turned her head to look at Loran, who was smiling beside her. "How many are we going to kill this time?"

Loran leisurely stroked the Yin-Yang Chaos Gourd, which floated in his palm, slowly rotating and emitting countless strands of chaotic energy.

The surface of the gourd shimmered with light, reflecting the Supreme Being's disheveled state and the cultivators' fervor below.

He listened to the question from the Western Wilderness, smiled slightly, and glanced at the Forbidden Zone Supremes struggling, angry, and powerless to resist in the "sea of ​​people," before slowly saying:

"Kill them all? That would be such a waste."

He paused, a mischievous and cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Although these guys have lost their cultivation and are morally corrupt, their bloodlines are among the best in the Three Thousand Worlds. Such a good bloodline sample, it would be a waste not to pass it down!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every supreme being below.

At that moment, the supreme beings of the forbidden zones, who had traversed countless ages and regarded all living beings as ants, collectively shivered. A chill, deeper and more humiliating than the chill of facing death, spread uncontrollably from the depths of their already frozen hearts.

Chapter 237 The Joyful Emperor: The Ultimate Humiliation

Loran's casual words, like a final judgment, shattered the last vestige of hope in the hearts of the forbidden zone's supreme beings.

To pass them down as "bloodline samples"?

An utter disgrace! An unprecedented disgrace!

The Supreme Xuanming was so angry that his joints cracked and popped, and the soul fire in his empty eye sockets throbbed violently, almost bursting out.

"Hehuan! When we roamed the universe, you were not even born yet! How dare you insult me ​​like this?!"

She tried to burn her remaining essence, risking everything, even self-destructing her imperial body, rather than be defiled by this.

However, as soon as she gathered her qi, the Yin-Yang Chaos Gourd turned slightly, and an invisible and intangible yet immense force that suffocated him instantly pressed down, directly shattering the wisp of qi she had just gathered.

The Supreme Being of Immortality wielded the Immortal Sword, its blinding light seemingly piercing through the ages, as if severing all life's chance of immortality. However, a wisp of chaotic energy from the Chaos Gourd descended, instantly silencing the sword energy that was powerful enough to cleave the world.

The two supreme Buddhist deities, Sun and Moon King, attempted to unleash the great supernatural power of the Sun and Moon Revolving Bright King Fire, but were directly struck by several bolts of Heavenly Divine Thunder that shot out from the gourd, causing their brilliant, indestructible golden bodies to crack with unhealable lines.

Not only these few, but all the Supreme Beings felt that the connection between themselves and the Great Dao had become blurred and thin, as if blocked by an incomparably tough barrier, and even self-destruction had become a luxury.

"Insult you?" Loran raised an eyebrow, his smile growing even more gentle, yet chilling to the bone. "I am contributing your last bit of strength to the prosperity of the Three Thousand Worlds."

His gaze swept over the ashen-faced, dying supreme beings, as if he were sizing up a group of... high-quality breeding stock waiting to be slaughtered.

"Besides, so what if I insult you? What can you do about it?"

Loran's arrogant demeanor deeply provoked these supreme beings who were used to being high above, but they could only rage helplessly.

"Look at you all, the Primordial Profound Ice Body, the Undying Bones of Ten Thousand Calamities, the Bloodline of the Nine Netherworld Demon Phoenix... Although your cultivation is ruined and your character is even more despicable, this bloodline and bone structure have been tempered through countless calamities, truly the top samples of the Three Thousand Worlds." He clicked his tongue, his tone filled with the joy of discovering a treasure. "Such a good bloodline, if it were to be cut off now, wouldn't that be a waste of heaven and earth's creation?"

The Western Wilderness God Emperor, who had been gripping the Golden Dragon God-Slaying Spear tightly, loosened her grip slightly. Looking at Loran's "calculating" appearance, the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

She was used to being straightforward and decisive, and finding it difficult to adapt to this... well, "making the most of everything" approach.

But she didn't say anything in the end, only silently casting her gaze into the distance to make sure there were no other changes.

"What...what do you want to do?!" Xuanming Supreme's voice was shrill, filled with undisguised fear.

She had a premonition that what she was about to face might be even more terrifying than the complete annihilation of her body and soul.

Luo Hehuan ignored their fear and questions, and gently brushed them away.

The chaotic light burst forth from the mouth of the Yin-Yang Chaotic Void Gourd, not as a destructive force, but as a transformation into countless fine, silken chains of divine order, precisely binding each supreme being.

These divine chains do not imprison their freedom, but rather delve into their very bloodline, beginning to "imprint" and "analyze" their most essential bloodline information in an inconceivable way.

At the same time, his majestic Daoist voice, accompanied by the power of the Imperial Weapon Yin-Yang Harmony Chaos Gourd, resounded in the hearts of every cultivator practicing the "Harmony Secret Manual":

"Announcement to the Three Thousand Worlds: The 'Supreme Bloodline Optimization Project' has officially commenced. All those who have achieved success in cultivating the 'Hehuan Secret Manual' can apply to obtain a 'Supreme Bloodline Dao Seed' based on their contribution. Refining the Dao Seed can optimize one's innate constitution, enhance potential, and hopefully allow one to glimpse a higher Dao. The first batch of bloodlines open for application are: Primordial Profound Ice Vein, Myriad Tribulations Bone Vein, Nine Nether Demon Phoenix Blood... The contribution point exchange list will be updated immediately."

The news caused an even greater uproar among the already fervent millions of cultivators!

"Supreme Bloodline Dao Seed?! Directly optimizes innate talent?!"

"Heavens! I knew it! Following His Majesty Hehuan means there will be plenty to eat!"

"Supreme Hu Sheng... no, Supreme Skeleton! Your bones... no, your bloodline is truly amazing! I must exchange them for the Myriad Tribulations Bone Vein!"

"Contribution points! Quick! Go complete the dual cultivation tasks in the 'Secret Manual'! Accumulate contribution points!"

Some cultivators who had initially felt a sense of awe or trepidation at the prospect of being "besieged" by the Supreme Being they once looked up to, had their feelings instantly vanished.

The gaze directed at the Supremes was no longer that of "potential recipients of their bounty," but rather that of walking, golden "bloodline gift packages"!

The supreme beings, upon being imbued with the chains of order, clearly felt their most core and proudest bloodline essence being stripped away and replicated bit by bit. That feeling was even more humiliating and despairing than the extraction of their souls.

They became roast ducks hanging in the shop, "commodities" openly sold!

This is a different kind of ultimate insult!

Bai Cinan was just a guy who played around with the fourth guy for three months before Lan Tongtong saw it.

This is equivalent to them being repeatedly drained of their essence by the beings of the three thousand worlds, and then displayed in front of everyone!

"No—!" A supreme being let out a shrill and unwilling roar, trying to struggle, but could not shake the chaotic divine chains in the slightest.

Luo Hehuan watched this scene with satisfaction and smiled at Xihuang, "Madam, you see, even waste can be used to create value. Once these top-tier bloodlines spread, the overall aptitude of the Three Thousand Worlds will surely rise to a new level. At that time, perhaps even more promising talents who are expected to reach the Emperor Realm will emerge."

"Immeasurable merit! Don't you agree, Your Majesty the Buddha?"

"Namo Amitabha Buddha!" ​​The Western Buddha Emperor proclaimed the Buddha's name, then closed his eyes, sat upright on the lotus throne, and ignored the suffering of the human world.

After a moment of silence, Xihuang looked at the Supreme Beings who were roaring in despair but could not even destroy themselves, and then at the billions of cultivators in the star sea who were filled with passion because of this "bloodline project". Finally, he nodded slightly: "You always have these strange and wonderful, yet effective methods."

Loran chuckled, put his arm around Xihuang's waist, and turned his gaze back to those "priceless" supreme beings, saying leisurely:

"Alright, the first batch of 'bloodline seeds' has been collected. Next, we should 'invite' them back to 'rest' properly, and also provide them with some 'hands-on experience' for the compilation of the final chapter of the 'Secret Manual of Union.' After all, practice makes perfect."