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

He was never able to reach the transcendent state described in the scriptures, "The calamities of heaven and earth are far away, but my life is boundless," and always felt that there was an unbreakable membrane between them.

Now that the Dao heart is shattered, this thin membrane has also broken!

He clearly sensed that a strange power, hidden deep within his Heavenly Skill and already perfectly integrated with his Daoist essence, was taking advantage of his inner demons erupting to frantically alter his physical body and primordial spirit!

"Ughhhh—!" he screamed, clutching his head, feeling his consciousness being torn apart.

A cold, dark second consciousness, filled with tyranny and destructive desires, is growing from the depths of his primordial spirit, entwining his origin like vines, trying to drag him into eternal darkness and take his place!

Just as he was struggling most fiercely against the demonic thoughts within him, he suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply!

In the center of the quiet room, an ancient corpse had appeared out of nowhere!

The ancient corpse was pale and lifeless, covered in thick, curly black hair that subtly echoed the red hair growing on its own body, making it appear even more ancient, deathly, and ominous.

It stood there quietly, its empty eye sockets "staring" at Qingxiaozi. There was no killing intent, no oppressive aura, yet it made Qingxiaozi feel a chill that froze everything from the depths of his soul.

"Who?! Get out!" Qingxiaozi was horrified. Almost instinctively, he pointed his fingers like a sword, and a dazzling sword aura, condensed from his life's cultivation, tore through the air and slashed fiercely at the black-haired ancient corpse!

The sword energy pierced through the ancient corpse's body, as if passing through a void, and even severed the stone door of the quiet room in the Lanxiao Palace. The sword energy penetrated the entire palace, soaring into the sky and reaching the ninth heaven, its magnificent power shocking all living beings.

The ancient corpse remained completely still; not even a single black hair on its body was disturbed.

"Illusion? Inner demons?" Qingxiaozi's mind was even more confused.

"Master! What's wrong?!" Just then, the little disciple who had closed the door heard the commotion and poked his head in with a worried look on his face.

Qingxiaozi was in a state of extreme madness and fear, his mind in chaos, and he superimposed the intruding figure with the strange ancient corpse in front of him! He thought the ancient corpse had moved and pounced on him!

"You wretch! You dare to come again!" His eyes were bloodshot, and in a fit of rage, he unleashed an even more ferocious sword aura!

"Pfft——!"

The young disciple, only fourteen years old and filled with affection for him, was instantly torn to pieces by the incomparably sharp sword energy before he could even utter a cry of alarm! Warm blood splattered throughout the quiet room and also splashed all over Qingxiaozi's face.

The smell of blood assaulted his senses, and his apprentice's terrified and bewildered eyes before his death were like the sharpest dagger, piercing his last shred of reason.

"Ah—!!! My disciple!!!" He let out a heart-wrenching wail, looking at the wreckage on the ground, and then at his own hands, stained with his disciple's blood and covered in red hair, he completely went mad.

He pointed at the still-standing, motionless, black-haired ancient corpse, roaring, questioning, and crying out as if insane:

"It's you! It's all your fault! The Tribulation Transcending Heavenly Technique! What the hell is this thing?! Tell me!"

"Why are you haunting me?! Why are you leading me astray?! Why are you harming my disciple?!"

"Tribulation... Tribulation... Hahahaha... What kind of being needs to constantly undergo tribulations? Immortals? Gods? No... No!"

"Even if one becomes an immortal... it's nothing more than a single tribulation in the Three Nine Heavens... Gods?... Gods follow the will of Heaven... they are free from calamities and hardships!"

As if he had grasped something crucial, a brief moment of clarity flashed in his manic eyes, and he roared out the chilling answer to the ancient corpse:

"Only the most powerful and evil beings that defy the heavens! Only demons that are intolerable to heaven and earth! Will attract endless heavenly tribulations! And must they constantly 'cross' them!"

"This 'Transcending Tribulation Heavenly Technique'... it's not meant to make people immortal... it's meant to make people... demons! To make people ominous monsters like you! Isn't that right?!"

The ancient corpse, which had been lifeless, had its pale, stiff face suddenly twitch slightly at the corner of its mouth, creating an incredibly eerie and terrifying "smile."

A cold, lifeless thought, seemingly originating from the deepest depths of the netherworld, resounded directly within Qingxiaozi's soul, confirming his guess:

[Finally... do you understand...?]

[Transcending tribulation...becoming a demon...]

Qingxiaozi was struck dumb, frozen in place. All his struggles, all his anger, all his regret, all turned into boundless despair and coldness at this moment.

The path he pursued throughout his life, the achievement he was so proud of, turned out to be, from the very beginning, a path of no return that he had meticulously crafted into an unparalleled demon.

He unearthed not a treasure, but a curse;

He did not cultivate the path to immortality, but rather a demonic body.

Outside the Lanxiao Palace, the Qingxiao Palace still shines brightly.

Inside the hall, the Celestial Master's Daoist heart collapsed, his physical body mutated, and his primordial spirit was invaded. Standing amidst his disciples' blood, he stared at the ancient corpse that symbolized his final resting place, sinking into eternal despair and madness.

From that day on, Qingxiao Palace Master Qingxiaozi went completely "mad".

Sometimes he would sit alone on the roof of Lanxiao Palace, muttering to himself in the empty void; other times he would fly into a rage and go mad, smashing the precious magical artifacts and furnishings in the palace to pieces.

What terrified his disciples even more was that the eerie red hair all over his body grew thicker and thicker, almost obscuring his original appearance. He no longer exuded the pure aura of immortals, but rather a suffocating filth and ominousness.

Several core disciples and elders were deeply worried and tried to approach and comfort him, but all they heard was him repeatedly roaring broken babbling:

"Wrong...all wrong! The Azure Sky Path Scripture is poison! Poison! A curse! You can't cultivate it anymore! Dissipate your power! Dissipate all your power!" He grabbed his eldest disciple's arm, his eyes, cloudy and urgent, on his red-haired face. "That scripture...it originates from the Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Technique...that's not the path to immortality...it's the path to demonic possession! Listen to me! Destroy it!"

The eldest disciple, who was chosen as the next Celestial Master of Qingxiao Palace, suppressed his fear and grief and comforted him, saying, "Master, you are tired. The Qingxiao Orthodox Scripture is the foundation of our sect. It is the supreme Dao that you personally taught us. We disciples have cultivated according to it, which is why we have achieved our current status!"

"No! You don't understand!" Qingxiaozi shoved him away abruptly, pointed to the empty pillar beside the hall, and retreated in terror. "Look! It's back again! That black-haired thing... it's been watching me! It's smiling! It's waiting for me!"

The disciples looked in the direction he pointed, only to find the ornate beams and painted rafters completely empty. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with helplessness and certainty—their master had truly gone mad.

How can you believe the nonsense of a madman? Especially when he wants them to destroy their own foundation and abandon the powerful sect-protecting divine skill they rely on.

In their eyes, Qingxiaozi was merely talking to thin air, battling the illusions created by his own inner demons.

They intensified their search for spiritual herbs and set up purification formations in an attempt to dispel their master's "hysteria," completely unaware that the strangeness originating from the "Transcending Tribulation Heavenly Technique" had already eroded Qingxiaozi's essence. Everything they did was merely hasten the arrival of that final moment.

Looking at the disciples' eyes, which were filled with concern, fear, and disbelief, Qingxiaozi felt a despair as deep as a cold abyss.

No one understood, no one believed.

He was acutely aware that he was sliding into an abyss, yet he was powerless to stop it, nor could he make anyone understand this horrific truth. This lonely lucidity was more torturous than pure madness.

His consciousness became increasingly clouded under the influence of the red-haired man and the struggle for his second consciousness.

His moments of lucidity became fewer and fewer; most of the time, he would just curl up in a corner, letting out meaningless growls, in a daze, "confronting" the black-haired ancient corpse that only he could see.

Finally, on a dark and windy night...

Without warning, a foul-smelling, chilling red whirlwind appeared out of nowhere, carrying with it a flurry of red hair, and hurtled straight towards Lanxiao Palace! The whirlwind howled like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, shaking the palace and causing the array formations to flicker.

Inside the hall, Qingxiaozi, covered in red hair and resembling a monster, seemed to be summoned by something. He raised his head, and a final glimmer of clarity and relief flashed in his turbid eyes.

He let out a long howl that was neither human nor beast, and his figure transformed into a blood-red shadow, suddenly plunging into the roaring red-haired whirlwind outside the hall.

A whirlwind swept him up into the sky, circling several times before disappearing into the vast night sky without a trace, under the horrified gazes of countless Qingxiao Palace disciples.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation and the lingering, eerie stench that hung over the Azure Cloud Palace for a long time.

The Celestial Master, the founder of Qingxiao Palace, transformed into a monster covered in red hair and mysteriously disappeared in a whirlwind of red hair, becoming the deepest and most unspeakable taboo and mystery in the history of Qingxiao Palace.

The disciples kept the news under wraps, only announcing to the outside world that their patriarch had ascended to heaven.

However, only the Lanxiao Palace, which had been quietly reinforced and designated as a forbidden area, and the Qingxiao Zhengdao Scripture, which was regarded as the most precious treasure of the sect and was hidden deep in the bottom floor of the Scripture Pavilion, silently told a terrifying truth about grave robbing, curses, reincarnation, and becoming a demon.

This truth, along with the red-haired monster that vanished into the wind, became a sword hanging over the fate of Qingxiao Palace, a sword that could fall again at any moment.

Chapter 261 Demons and Monsters in Chaos: The First glimpse of the secrets

In the Qiankun Hall, Jin Yunzi, whose Taoist robe still bore traces of blood and whose face was as pale as paper, presented the four treasures of Qingxiao—the Qingxiao Sword, the Qingxiao Mirror, the Qingxiao Seal, and the Qingxiao Taoist Certificate—representing the status and identity of the Celestial Master, to Fei Xianzi—the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of the Celestial Master Cave—in front of many true disciples and elders.

"From this day forward, you will be the thirteenth Celestial Master of my Qingxiao Palace!"

Kim Yun-ja tried hard to force a smile, but her muscles were stiff from excessive blood loss.

At this moment, Fei Xianzi's mind was filled only with that indelible mark, a mixture of grief, fear, and despair.

The previous generation of Celestial Masters went from being highly accomplished Taoist masters to becoming ominous monsters, and eventually disappeared mysteriously.

This is more impactful than any written record.

From the moment he learned of it, he secretly vowed that he would dedicate his entire life to uncovering the root of this curse and never let the descendants of Qingxiao Palace experience such a nightmare again!

At the enthronement ceremony, the Fairy Maiden wore a snow-white Taoist robe and a purple-gold crown, receiving the worship of countless cultivators.

He had a handsome face and sharp, lightning-like eyes. His body was filled with Daoist energy that resonated with the fortune of the three hundred miles of mountains and rivers of Qingxiao Palace. His imposing aura rivaled that of the legends left by the founding patriarch, Qingxiaozi.

Fei Xianzi lived up to expectations. Her talent was truly extraordinary, and her comprehension of the "Qingxiao Zhengdao Jing" reached an unprecedented level.

He not only fully mastered all the supernatural powers and spells passed down by the Celestial Masters of all generations, but also innovated on this basis and created several powerful supernatural powers.

He once sat in meditation at the "Enlightenment Cliff" for nine years, watching the sea of ​​clouds surge and comprehending the "Cloud Sea Overturning Heaven Seal". With one seal, it was as if the nine heavens were overturned. He also once drew ten thousand thunders to temper his body at the "Thunder Pool", and cultivated the "Indestructible Thunder Body", with physical strength comparable to ancient mythical beasts.

Under his rule, the power of Qingxiao Palace grew ever stronger, with numerous talented individuals emerging from its ranks. It became the undisputed leader of the righteous path in Zuzhou, its prestige radiating to several surrounding continents. Fei Xianzi herself was even revered as "Fei Xian Zhenjun," implying that she possessed the potential to ascend to immortality.

However, beneath the surface of this prosperous era, undercurrents are surging.

About fifty years after the Flying Fairy ascended to the throne, strange changes began to occur in the world.

Initially, only small-scale reports of unusual ground movements and leaks of yin energy occasionally came from the border regions.

But soon, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The sky, like shattered glass, suddenly cracked open with twisted spatial rifts, their edges flowing with viscous black mist.

These cracks are deadly passages connecting the human world and the underworld!

The turbid, dark energy poured in through the cracks like a flood bursting its banks.

Wherever the turbid air passes, vegetation withers, rivers become polluted, and living beings either turn directly into pus and blood or have their minds corrupted, transforming into monstrous creatures that only know how to kill.

Originally, the lonely ghosts, mountain spirits, and monsters that had been hiding in the mountains and fields and suppressed by the yang energy of heaven and earth, have become incredibly powerful under the nourishment of the turbid energy and have begun to attack human towns in groups.

In an instant, war raged and cries of despair filled the land. Some small border kingdoms were swallowed up overnight by armies of white bones that surged from the earth; some prosperous ancient cities were breached by mutated monsters and turned into ghost realms; and some powerful ghost generals led their followers through stable rifts to invade the human world, seize a territory, and establish ghost kingdoms.

In this escalating catastrophe, the most terrifying being has arrived.

At the "Burial Demon Abyss," located at the border of Zuzhou and Shangzhou, a massive rift that stretched across the sky, resembling a scar torn open by the world, has stabilized.

Accompanied by a terrifying pressure that made the souls of all living beings within a radius of ten thousand miles tremble, a colossal being with a tiger's head and a human body, clad in ancient nether armor, slowly stepped into the human realm, treading on surging nether turbid energy.

It is one of the many underground rulers who govern the vast area of ​​the underworld, known as the "Divine Tiger Lord"!

The appearance of the Divine Tiger Lord was like pouring cold water into a boiling pot of oil.

The major celestial dynasties, holy lands, and ancient families were instantly alarmed, and they all activated their reserves and prepared for battle.

The distress signal sword streaked across the sky like a meteor, converging on Qingxiao Palace, the leader of the righteous path.

Flying Fairy felt duty-bound to step out of seclusion and lead the elite of Qingxiao Palace and the allied forces of various factions to the Burial Demon Abyss.

It was an epic battle. With a roar, the Soul-Devouring Tiger Lord could summon the winds of the Netherworld, capable of corroding bones and consuming souls; its claws could tear through the void; its eyes could unleash ghostly flames that scorched mountains and boiled seas. Its Netherworld army was like a surging tide, fearless and undaunted.

The Flying Fairy displayed his unparalleled charm, comparable to that of the First Ancestor.

He rode on auspicious clouds, wielding the Azure Sky Sword. The Nine Shao Sounds evolved into unparalleled Daoist sounds, making his sonic killing technique incomparable. The Cloud Sea Overturning Heaven Seal pressed down, as if the entire blue sky had fallen. His indestructible thunder body clashed head-on with the Netherworld Claws, unleashing a deafening metallic clang.

Sword energy swept across thirty thousand miles, and lightning illuminated nineteen provinces! The battle was so fierce that the heavens and earth changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, and the landscape around the Burial Abyss was completely altered.

In the end, with her superior orthodox Xuanmen cultivation and exquisite supernatural abilities, Fei Xianzi severed the Netherworld Bone Spikes that the Divine Tiger Lord was so proud of with a single sword strike, severely injuring him and forcing him back to the edge of the Netherworld Rift.

However, just as the massive body of the Divine Tiger Venerable was about to disappear into the churning turbid air, its gaze, filled with resentment and a strange sense of inquiry, locked onto the pure and powerful Daoist aura of the Azure Sky True Path Scripture surrounding the Flying Fairy.

It paused slightly, as if trying to recognize something, then a highly anthropomorphic smile, full of mockery and sudden realization, appeared on its ferocious tiger face, followed by a maniacal laugh that shook the world:

"Hahaha—! I wondered who this deity was, capable of harming my very essence! So… so you cultivate this 'Tribulation-Crossing Immortal Technique'! Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Fairy Flying! Your fortune, your cultivation, are nothing but a mirage, a castle in the air! I will await the day when you meet your untimely end and fall into the abyss! At that time, let's see if you can still uphold this 'righteous path' and fight me again! Hahaha—!"

The maniacal laughter faded away as his figure disappeared completely into the crack, but the vicious and certain prophecy, like the coldest thorn of curse, pierced deeply into the heart of the Flying Fairy and the ears of all the righteous cultivators who heard it.

The fairy stood in the void, sword in hand, her robes fluttering, her fairy-like figure unchanged, but her heart was already churning with turbulent waves.

The Underground Lord not only recognized some of the origins of his martial arts, but also directly pointed out the ultimate fate of the Celestial Masters of all generations—an unfortunate end in their later years, and their bodies falling into the netherworld!

"An ominous end... and the root cause lies in the Netherworld?" The Flying Fairy gazed at the crack spewing ominous energy, his expression more solemn than ever before. With the turmoil in the mortal realm still raging, he, as a Celestial Master, had a responsibility to protect all living beings.

But the words of the Underground Lord pointed him in the right direction—the truth about the curse of Qingxiao Palace, the horror hidden behind the "Qingxiao Righteous Path Scripture," the answer lies in that place of death!

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and thoughts, turned around, and his gaze swept over the allied cultivators below, who were exhausted from the battle but were now secretly watching him with subtle glances. His voice echoed throughout the surrounding area:

"Fellow Daoists, the flames of war in the mortal realm have not yet been extinguished, and we have an inescapable responsibility! Once the demonic influence has been eradicated and the chaos quelled, I, the Flying Fairy, will personally venture into the Nine Netherworlds to seek justice from the Lord of the Underworld and from all living beings there, for the sake of my Azure Cloud Palace and for the sake of this bright and clear world!"

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators were shocked. They admired Fairy Fei's sense of responsibility and courage, but also felt a chill run down their spines at the unfathomable Netherworld.

A journey through the underworld, a quest for destiny and redemption, has quietly begun in the heart of the Flying Fairy.

Chapter 262 Demons and Monsters in Chaos: The Corpses Are Singing

Previously, Loran had never imagined that the world of corpses would be so lively.

These are songs that the living cannot hear, but to the ears of the spirits, all sounds are not silent.

When the tide of life recedes from the banks of the body, this newly exposed mudflat is not lifeless.

It echoes with the lingering sound of the tide, immersed in a deeper, more ancient dialogue.

Their songs are not uttered by the throat or tongue, nor are they carried by the air.