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

The news spread like an invisible ripple among the high-ranking immortals and gods. The Emperor was mysteriously and severely injured, and the Heavenly Realm was sealed off! In an instant, beneath the seemingly calm Cloud Sea Immortal Palace, undercurrents began to surge wildly.

Inside the Xuanji Palace, the chaotic star will, the Xuanji Demon, ceased its meaningless deductions. Its hollow "gaze" pierced through the palace walls, looking towards the direction of the Mi Luo Heavenly Palace. A trace of greed and impatient excitement spread through its cold will.

"The power of the end... so pure... it is his calamity, and also our opportunity..."

Inside the Hall of Wonderful Laws, the runes and laws twisted and flickered. The cold and ruthless will of the Wonderful Laws Demon issued a series of commands that seemed to conform to the rules, but were actually ingeniously adjusting the defensive nodes of the Heavenly Realm and isolating the forces of the loyalists.

"Order is about to be reshaped..."

Inside the Crimson Blaze Manor, the raging battle intent of the Crimson Blaze Demon was almost uncontrollable, causing the space around the manor to distort slightly.

"Fight! Devour him! Only then can I attain true freedom!"

Meanwhile, the celestial officials and generals who had long been corrupted or harbored demonic thoughts were exchanging glances in various secret ways in different corners, activating hidden formations or mobilizing their troops, waiting for the final signal.

The entire celestial realm was like a giant powder keg, waiting for just one spark.

Mars arrived sooner than expected.

Just as the Emperor was in seclusion, his chamber enveloped in celestial light, fiercely battling the power of the Yellow Springs within him, a roar filled with madness and greed shattered the tranquility of the Heavenly Realm:

"Hao Chen! Now is the time to offer up your Dao Fruit!"

The Crimson Demon struck first!

He manifested a demonic shadow ten thousand feet tall, his body burning with dark red demonic flames that were no longer the flames of glorious battle, but filled with the desire for destruction and devouring. He punched the core restriction of the Miro Heavenly Palace!

Almost simultaneously, the Xuanji Demon caused the celestial orbits to become reversed, causing countless stars to dim and their trajectories to become disordered, transforming into destructive streams of chaotic light that crashed into the area where the loyalist immortals and gods were gathered!

The Demonic Law directly distorted some of the Heavenly Laws, causing the loyal immortals and gods to feel a sudden stagnation when using their magic power, as if they were being bound by invisible shackles!

"Protect the Emperor!"

Although the loyal immortals and gods were initially terrified, the Emperor was still there, and the decree was conveyed by an invisible and vast divine thought. Led by a group of powerful immortal officials and divine generals, they rose up in resistance.

The Heavenly King of the Guardians summoned the Exquisite Pagoda, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed being. Star Lords and Divine Generals from all sides displayed their supernatural powers, clashing fiercely with the rebels!

In an instant, divine light and demonic energy intertwined and exploded, creating a deafening roar.

The majestic Lingxiao Palace was struck by a demonic light, and a corner of it collapsed with a deafening roar, turning its glazed tiles and golden jade into dust. The immortal waters of Yaochi were stained red with filthy blood, and the spiritual roots of the Peach Garden withered and died.

The once peaceful cranes and auspicious beasts scattered in terror, or turned to ashes in the energy storm.

In the heavens above the human realm, the sun and stars appeared in broad daylight, followed by a torrential downpour of blood rain, and the mountains and rivers wept.

The world was in turmoil, and all living beings lived in constant fear, their hearts filled with a sense of impending doom, and the cries of all things echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

This is a sign that the Emperor is injured and the Heavenly Realm is in chaos; it is the prelude to the collapse of order!

Just when the rebellion seemed poised to engulf everything, deep within the Miro Heavenly Palace, the tightly closed meditation chamber suddenly burst open!

A figure slowly stepped out; it was none other than Emperor Haochen! His face was still pale, and there was even a trace of undried golden imperial blood at the corner of his mouth. His aura fluctuated, clearly indicating that he was still recovering from serious injuries.

However, his eyes still contained the majesty of ruling the heavens and the cold killing intent!

"I am not dead yet."

The Haotian Mirror in his hand floated up on its own without needing to be activated. Although its light was not as illuminating as it had been in its prime, it was more refined, like the first ray of light at the beginning of creation, carrying an unquestionable power of "definition" as it swept across the battlefield!

Wherever the mirror light passed, the chaotic star trails were forcibly straightened, the distorted laws were directly torn apart, and the dark red demonic flames contracted sharply as if they had encountered their nemesis!

The Emperor took a step forward, causing space to fold, and appeared directly in front of the Crimson Demon's enormous demonic shadow, seemingly casually striking out with a palm.

"boom--!"

The towering demonic shadow was as fragile as paper, a huge, transparent hole punched into its chest, and demonic blood (or rather, solidified battle intent) sprayed out like a waterfall! The Crimson Demon let out a painful roar, its aura instantly weakening.

He then looked at Xuanji Demon, his gaze like lightning: "Playing with the stars? I'll show you what the true cycle of heaven is!"

With a turn of the Haotian Mirror, its light transformed into countless chains of divine order, piercing directly through the void and firmly locking down the chaotic will of the Xuanji Demon. Countless illusory stars representing the "correct" trajectory crushed down, obliterating its chaotic essence.

The Demon of Wonderful Laws attempted to bind the Emperor by twisting the Heavenly Laws, but the Emperor merely snorted coldly: "I am the Heavenly Laws!"

The invisible shackles imposed upon him shattered instantly, and the Demon of Wonderful Laws suffered a backlash, with the runes and symbols around his body flickering and almost collapsing.

Although the Emperor was seriously injured, he was still like a pillar of strength. His appearance instantly stabilized the loyalists' position and launched a fierce counterattack, crushing the rebels!

"Impossible... The gap can't be that big!" Xuanji Demon's eyes were filled with madness. "You were clearly seriously injured, how could there still be such a huge gap?"

The Emperor's expression was cold: "Yes, I have become weaker."

"But! This doesn't mean you've become stronger, my old friends!" The Emperor said with a hint of pity. "You've all cultivated for so many years, how can you still cling to the foolish idea that becoming a demon will make you stronger?"

"If becoming a demon makes you stronger, then how can we immortals seize the rightful place in the Heavenly Realm? Fools!" The Emperor's cold rebuke caused the demons' expressions to change drastically.

"But I don't want to become stronger..." a demon-possessed fairy muttered to herself, looking inward at her revitalized spirit after her demonic possession. "I just don't want to grow old!"

The Emperor heard her whisper and his expression changed drastically.

"Getting old?! Your rebellion wasn't about becoming stronger?! Nor was it about seizing power in the Heavenly Realm?!"

"The heavenly realm enjoys eternal bliss and longevity, so how can there be talk of aging?"

A mutation occurred!

With defeat seemingly inevitable, utter madness and despair filled the eyes of the three immortal demons and countless fallen immortals and gods.

"Since that's the case... then let's all... return to eternal silence!" Xuanji Demon let out its final shriek.

"Embrace the 'Golden Soul'! End this pointless struggle!" The Mystic Demon declared coldly in a strange and unfamiliar tone.

"We... will go first! We'll wait for you at the end of thought, Hao Chen!" Chi Liao Mo roared, taking the lead in completely abandoning himself and letting his consciousness sink into that cold, absolute "nothingness".

Like an avalanche, the light in the eyes of countless fallen gods and immortals quickly dimmed and froze, like puppets whose souls had been taken away, leaving only empty shells.

Their rigid, dwindling consciousness transformed into streams of dark golden energy, resembling twilight, converging towards the center of the battlefield.

Time in the celestial realm seemed to freeze at that moment; all sounds—the roar of battle, the howls of immortals and demons, the cries of all spirits—came to an abrupt halt.

An absolute, suffocating silence descended.

Immediately afterwards, not through the ears, but in the deepest part of the consciousness of all living beings, a sigh resounded, as if from the beginning of the universe, or as if heading towards the end of heat death.

In the void, a being formed purely from solidified wisdom, rigid consciousness, and thoughts heading towards ultimate twilight began to manifest.

It has no fixed form; it is like the final echo after all thought has ceased, the grave of concepts.

It is—the progenitor of the Golden Soul!

His appearance did not bring about an energy storm, but it caused the laws of the entire battlefield to fall into a strange "stagnation".

The loyal gods and immortals were horrified to find that their thinking had become sluggish, their magical powers were sluggish, and even maintaining their fighting spirit had become extremely difficult.

The invisible "gaze" of the Golden Soul Ancestor transcended everything and landed on Emperor Haochen, who was still fighting, but whose face was extremely pale.

There was no attack, no murderous intent.

The Golden Soul Ancestor merely "existed" there, and the concept of "Twilight of Thought" that it represented, like an irresistible fate, like the pervasive night, gently yet cruelly enveloped Emperor Haochen's still brilliant but now cracked primordial spirit.

"Uh……!"

Emperor Haochen was struck as if by a heavy blow. His body swayed violently, and he spat out a mouthful of imperial blood that was filled with a sense of decay!

He felt his consciousness, his primordial spirit that was capable of deducing the heavens and possessed wisdom as vast as the sea, was cooling and stiffening at an alarming rate!

Countless memories blurred, and his understanding of the Great Dao receded like the tide. An irresistible weariness and yearning for the void, originating from the depths of his soul, weighed down his will like an immense burden.

The celestial light surrounding him flickered like a candle in the wind, and the brilliance in his eyes quickly dimmed. The supreme will that had sustained him through this battle was being forcibly dragged into an eternal twilight.

The Emperor has been defeated.

It was not defeated by force, nor by injury, but by this unsolvable conceptual erosion targeting "thinking" itself.

The Heavenly Palace, in its deathly silence, sank into final darkness. The arrival of the Golden Soul Ancestor brought this rebellion to a near-desperate end.

Chapter 268 Demons and Monsters in Chaos: The Burial Pit of the Heavenly Emperor

Just as Emperor Haochen's primordial spirit dimmed and his foundation crumbled under the "twilight of thought" of the Golden Soul Ancestor, almost losing his ability to resist, the fragile barrier between the Heavenly Realm and the Netherworld emitted a piercing sound like shattering glass, unable to withstand the pressure!

“Crack—boom!”

Above the Miro Heavenly Palace, the Zhou Tian Star Array, which was personally laid out by Emperor Hao Chen and should have been impervious to all magic, was forcibly torn open from the outside by a force that combined five extremely strange concepts, creating a huge gap that stretched across the sky!

Beyond the gap, there was no longer a dazzling galaxy, but a surging, filthy aura of death from the underworld!

Led by the five progenitors, "Red Hair, Black Blood, White Fiend, Purple Spot, and Yellow Springs," a bizarre clan, like a flood of the Styx River bursting its banks, swept into the Pure Heaven Realm, carrying countless twisted and howling monsters with it!

They had waited too long for this moment. With the Emperor severely injured and the Heavenly Realm in turmoil, this was the perfect opportunity to hold the final "Grand Sacrifice," transforming these high and mighty immortals into resources for their own growth!

"The hunt begins!" The red-haired progenitor's voice was filled with boundless madness and hunger.

"The fruits of immortality and divinity are the most delicious offerings!" The filthy blood river flowing from the Black Blood Ancestor swept directly towards the immortals and diviners whose minds were sluggish due to the influence of the Golden Soul Ancestor.

Wherever the White Demon Ancestor passed, celestial palaces withered and spiritual energy died out.

The Purple Spot Ancestor distorted space, dragging hordes of celestial soldiers and generals into an incomprehensible nightmare dimension.

The Yellow Spring Ancestor then went directly to the dying Emperor Haochen, and the Turbid Flow Battle Halberd condensed once more, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The celestial realm has been completely transformed into a battlefield and a hunting ground! Immortals and gods have fallen like raindrops, and their immortal essence, Dao fruits, and even their despairing thoughts have been greedily absorbed by the strange race.

A cruel and dark "doomsday ritual" targeting the entire celestial realm has officially begun!

In the core battlefield, the five progenitors, along with the formless yet omnipresent Golden Soul Progenitor, surrounded Emperor Haochen.

At this moment, the emperor's robes were tattered, golden imperial blood intertwined with corrosive filth, and his primordial spirit flickered like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.

The erosion of mental twilight made it incredibly difficult for him to even concentrate, and the protective aura around him had long since dimmed to the point of being like a firefly.

But he still stood, his spine unbent, and though his eyes were dim, he still retained the last vestige of dignity that belonged to the Heavenly Emperor.

"Haochen, your era has ended." The Yellow Spring Ancestor declared indifferently, raising his battle halberd.

"Your demise will bear witness to the ultimate truth of our 'Dao'!" the red-haired progenitor sneered.

There were no heroic declarations, only the most brutal encirclement and slaughter.

The five progenitors attacked simultaneously, unleashing five bizarre conceptual powers representing the end, like five all-consuming dragons, bombarding the lonely figure in the center from all directions.

The Haotian Mirror let out its final mournful cry, countless cracks appeared on its surface, and its light was completely extinguished.

The Emperor attempted to raise his hand to activate the last primordial power of the Heavenly Realm, only to find that even this final authority had become unattainable due to the interference of the Golden Soul Ancestor.

"In the end... it was still... beyond saving..." A barely perceptible sigh was drowned out by the violent roar of energy.

The radiant light of the Heavenly Emperor, which had shone for countless years, was utterly annihilated in this battle.

The body of Emperor Haochen collapsed and shattered under the combined attack of the six ancestors, eventually turning into specks of light dust with a mournful Daoist charm. Only an immortal imperial corpse, devoid of all vitality and spirituality and covered with various strange traces of erosion, slowly floated in the void.

Blood rained down from the sky, and all people grieved!

A sorrow originating from the very source of the world swept across the three realms.

The ancestors did not destroy the emperor's corpse. Instead, with an almost ritualistic solemnity, they carried this relic, which symbolized the supreme authority of the old era, back to the underworld, heading straight for the deepest and darkest forbidden zone.

Having traversed endless silence and chaos, they arrived at a place.

Here, there is no clamor of the underworld, only an absolute silence, a silence where even "nothingness" itself seems to find rest.

Before me lay a burial pit of immense size, beyond description. It was neither naturally formed nor dug by human hands; rather, it was a fragment of the "Tao," one of the ultimate destinations of "existence."

On the pit wall are engraved ancient marks that are not written in any known script, yet whose meaning can be instantly understood by anyone who sees them—the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit, where only emperors are buried.

Within the burial pit, an ancient pressure permeated the air, causing even the ancestors to restrain their auras, along with... a deeper, dormant aura of the source of "demons."

The Red-haired Ancestor personally threw the mangled corpse of Emperor Haochen into this vast and boundless burial pit.

The emperor's corpse slowly sank and finally lay quietly at the bottom of the pit.

Only now did it become clear that the burial pit was not empty. Beside the Emperor's corpse lay the "first corpse."

The corpse had red hair and blue scales, with crown-like horns on its head. It wore an ancient imperial robe embroidered with the Five Insects Corpse Demon Dao Pattern and the Netherworld Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage. It exuded an unparalleled majesty that had once ruled the kingdom of death, yet it also carried a demonic Dao charm that was of the same origin as the current Ten Capital Ancestor but different in nature, but even more ancient and crude.

His appearance was exactly the same as Loran's!

He is the first incarnation of Loran, and was once the Underworld Emperor who ruled the Netherworld in an earlier era, subduing all ghosts! He is the "predecessor" and "origin" of the current Ten Capital Ancestor!

To seek that "ultimate demonic path" that transcends immortals and gods and surpasses life and death, is not to plunder outwards, but rather... to bury inwards!

Using himself as a grave and the way of the emperor as a sacrifice, burying all past glory, order, and the concept of "life," and undergoing a complete transformation in this Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit symbolizing the end, only then can the demon ancestor, capable of overturning everything and being almost eternal, be born from the extreme of death and the end!

Emperor Haochen became the second imperial corpse in this burial pit.

His demise was not the end, but the beginning of another terrifying cycle.

No one knows what kind of monster will be conceived in this absolute silence and end, or who will be the next "Heavenly Emperor" buried here...