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

Deep within the underworld, the burial pit lies silent, save for the corpses of the two "Heavenly Emperors," who, in eternal darkness, recount the arduous journey to the "Tao" and the chilling price they paid.

The five progenitors stood side by side outside the burial pit, while the newly born Golden Soul Progenitor returned to the Calamity Plateau and to the coffin corresponding to Him, detached from worldly affairs.

"With my own accumulated experience, plus the burial of the Underworld Emperor in one lifetime, I am only enough to transform into five lifetimes and evolve into five progenitors."

"The sixth progenitor was born only after the celestial realm of an era was buried and the Heavenly Emperor was offered as the final sacrifice."

The Red-haired progenitor spoke in a cold and cruel voice, like that of a demon, revealing the truth.

"The further one transforms, the more difficult it becomes. The seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth progenitors will likely face unprecedented difficulties in their emergence, requiring the sacrifice of at least a dozen eras before they can even be born," the Black Blood Progenitor murmured, his voice seemingly containing the bloodlust of eternity.

"The birth of the next progenitor depends on the merits of this Heavenly Emperor's burial pit. Let's wait for the birth of the next Heavenly Emperor!"

Chapter 269 Demons and Monsters in Chaos: The Great Cycle of Reincarnation

Bloodshed in the heavens and the fall of the imperial star have had an impact that spread rapidly to the fragile human realm like a deadly plague.

The mountains and rivers that were once blessed by the heavenly light and full of spiritual energy are now covered with a lingering layer of decay.

The spiritual energy is becoming thin and violent, like water without a source or a tree without roots. When cultivators absorb it, they can vaguely feel the resentment and despair from the heavens mixed in with it. If they are not careful, they will go into qi deviation or become monsters that have lost their minds.

The sky is no longer a clear blue, but a sickly dark red year-round, as if the bloodstains from the fall of the emperor and the immortals are forever frozen in time.

The sunlight turned pale and weak, and the cold wind howled, stirring up dust as if scattering paper money for someone.

The trajectories of the sun, moon, and stars began to show subtle deviations, sometimes daylight was as dark as night, sometimes long nights were difficult to see, the seasons were disordered, and the order of hot and cold was disrupted.

On the earth, disasters occurred frequently: rivers flowed backward, seas boiled, fertile land was instantly turned into barren saline-alkali land, and lush forests withered silently into twisted ghost trees.

Even more terrifying is that, without the suppression and harmony of the celestial order, rifts in the underworld began to appear and expand uncontrollably throughout the human realm. Dense death energy from the underworld poured in, giving rise to more and more powerful bizarre beings.

They no longer hide, but walk openly in broad daylight, hunting living beings, building altars, and performing evil rituals that desecrate life.

The city gods and local deities who once protected the area have either long since vanished with the collapse of the heavens, or they themselves have been tainted by misfortune and transformed into evil gods who act as accomplices to tyranny.

The human world is no longer a paradise, but has been transformed into a bloody purgatory where people struggle to survive.

The cries of the dying filled the fields, white bones lay exposed in the wilderness, and for a thousand miles there was not a rooster's crow.

Faith collapsed, hope vanished, and only despair spread.

In this apocalyptic scene, the Fairy Flying stands alone on the ruins of the already dilapidated Azure Cloud Palace.

He held the Heavenly Master's Five Thunder Token, which once symbolized destiny and orthodoxy, but now felt it was incredibly heavy and... ironic.

He could clearly sense that the mark of Emperor Haochen, who had granted him the talisman and bestowed upon him the righteous law, had completely vanished from the world.

The source that sustained the "Three Days of Righteousness" and supported his belief in eradicating evil... was severed.

“Slaying evil…slaying evil…” he murmured to himself, his voice hoarse and hollow. “The heavens have been overthrown, the Emperor has fallen, and the source of evil reigns supreme in the underworld. For whom am I, the ‘Celestial Master,’ slaying evil? And what is this evil that I am slaying?”

A profound sense of bewilderment, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his once steadfast Dao heart.

He tried to circulate the "Three Days of Righteous Law," but found that the pure and holy power of the Dao, when circulating in his body, actually caused a violent conflict with a deeper foundation that had long been integrated with his physical body and primordial spirit!

That's the mark left by the "Transcending Tribulation Heavenly Skill"!

The "Three-Day Righteous Law" bestowed by the Emperor is like trying to graft new branches onto a tree whose foundation has already been laid by the "Transcending Tribulation Heavenly Skill." It appears to be lush and leafy, but in reality, its essence remains unchanged.

Now that the orthodox power of the Heavenly Realm has dissipated, the root of the "Transcending Tribulation Heavenly Technique," which had been temporarily suppressed, has begun to backfire wildly!

"So... I've never been able to get rid of it all along..." A bitter smile appeared on Fei Xianzi's face.

He recalled the fate of the first patriarch, Qingxiaozi, the ominous end of his predecessors, and the red-haired monsters he had seen in the underworld... It turned out that the so-called transformation and the so-called righteous path of the Celestial Masters were nothing but a mirage, a dream that delayed the final judgment.

He felt a familiar, terrifying itch deep within his body.

Looking down, one could see wisps of eerie red hair emerging uncontrollably from beneath the skin of the back of the hand, carrying the same aura as the red-haired monsters of the underworld.

The Qingguang of "Three Days of Righteousness" attempted to purify, but it was like a drop in the ocean, instantly overwhelmed by the eerie strangeness originating from the source.

His consciousness began to cloud, countless frantic babblings echoed in his ears, and hallucinations arose before his eyes.

His magical powers and cultivation were at their peak, showing no signs of aging. But weren't all the Celestial Masters of the past destined for an untimely end?

Am I getting old?

Flying Fairy seemed to have realized something. Perhaps, the moment of the ominous invasion was not when our lifespan was about to end and our blood and energy were declining, but rather when our Dao heart was aging and decaying.

He staggered down the broken walls and ruins of Qingxiao Palace. The disciples and followers around him had already died or scattered in the previous calamities, and no one could see their revered Celestial Master anymore. At this moment, he was walking step by step toward the same fate and end as the ancestors of all generations.

On a cold, windy night, Fei Xianzi came alone to the back mountain, to the ruins where the red-haired monster that his ancestor (the fourteenth generation Celestial Master) had been sealed away.

His red hair had grown thick, his body was hunched, and the last glimmer of clarity in his eyes was about to be devoured by madness.

"Grandmaster...Master...Disciple...has arrived..."

He let out a sigh that sounded both liberating and endlessly sorrowful.

In an instant, a cold wind howled, and a foul-smelling whirlwind of red hair appeared out of nowhere, completely engulfing him.

In the whirlwind, his originally ethereal figure was completely distorted and transformed, eventually turning into a red-haired monster with bloodshot eyes and a violent aura.

This newly born red-haired monster glanced one last time at the ruins of Qingxiao Palace, which held the weight of his life's struggles and dreams. Then, it let out a non-human howl and, following the call from the depths of its bloodline, was swept up in a red-haired whirlwind, breaking through the boundary between the human and the underworld, and heading straight for that unfathomable world that had devoured so many of its ancestors... the Netherworld.

After the wind passed, only a few strands of red feathers remained, along with an endless, suffocating sense of tragic fate.

The last Celestial Master of Qingxiao Palace could not escape the curse that originated from the very foundation of his cultivation technique.

Those who fight against evil will ultimately become evil themselves.

Those who seek the truth will eventually become demons.

This is like an unbreakable, blood-red cycle that hangs over the heads of all those who cultivate the "Transcending Tribulation Heavenly Technique" and its derivative methods.

Time can have the appearance of smoothing over all wounds, but it can also bury the bloodiest truths.

The world, once drained of its vitality and shattered of its laws, has slowly begun to repair itself after a long period of silence long enough for civilizations to cycle through several times.

Like a field scorched by wildfire, after being nourished by rain and dew for several springs and autumns, it will stubbornly sprout new buds.

The sparse spiritual energy began to flow again, and the disordered laws gradually stabilized, providing the initial cradle for the birth of new life.

The resilience of civilization is beyond imagination.

Although the path to immortality has ended, the flame of life has not been completely extinguished.

In those most remote and inconspicuous corners, perhaps in broken little worlds overlooked by the strange race, or in fragments of a grotto-heaven that stubbornly retains a trace of innate energy, a very small number of mortals and even low-level cultivators who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe survived with difficulty, like embers in the wind.

They lost their supernatural powers of flying and disappearing, and forgot the profound and unpredictable laws of Taoism. They could only learn to survive again in the most primitive way on the ruins, establish settlements, and continue the faintest pulse of civilization.

Regarding the glory of ancient times, only fragmented and distorted myths remain, which, through oral transmission, have become a blurry silhouette of the "Golden Age".

That "great sacrifice" that swept across the three realms has long since faded into obscure ancient legends in the long river of time. Only on some of the oldest secret realms and broken steles, some indistinct fragments remain about "the calamity of the heavens collapsing" and "the annihilation of all spirits," which later scholars regard as the magnificent imagination of our ancestors about an irresistible natural disaster.

New tribes began to rise from the ruins, establishing city-states and developing a civilization vastly different from the one before them.

Among them, there are occasionally those with extraordinary talents who can sense the strange energy flowing between heaven and earth and discover ways to strengthen themselves and prolong their lives.

Through countless generations of accumulation, exploration, and sacrifice, a brand new, seemingly smoother path to heaven has gradually been opened up.

Finally, in a turbulent era, by the grace of destiny, a brilliant and powerful individual, gathering the wisdom and strength of an era, successfully broke through the boundary that had plagued all living beings for millennia, ascended to heaven, and stepped into a vast and boundless new world, yet seemingly ancient and desolate—the celestial realm that had once been thoroughly cleansed.

The arrival of the Ascended was like a stone thrown into a still lake. A continuous stream followed. With immense power, they dispelled the desolation, reshaped the landscape, and established order.

After conquests and alliances, the first ascendant was honored as the new emperor, and the new Heavenly Court was founded here.

The celestial palaces and temples have risen again, but what surrounds them is not the glory of the past, but the vitality of new life.

Celestial officials and divine generals each performed their duties, and the laws and decrees of Heaven were re-established. They looked down upon the mortal realm, guiding the prosperity of countless lands, creating a scene of renewal and renewal.

The new Heavenly Emperor made a vow to cleanse the Three Realms, conquer the Underworld, and completely resolve the dark root of the demonic chaos.

At this moment, in the human realm, in the southern state of Nanli, on the outskirts of the desolate mountain range.

Lin Feng suddenly sat up from the damp moss. A severe headache made his vision go black, and he smelled blood on his chest.

The unfamiliar primeval forest, filled with a faint fishy smell and the stench of decaying vegetation, was a far cry from the scene in his cramped rented room.

"Am I... traveling through time?"

The jumbled fragments of memories in his mind told him that this was a dangerous world where demons roamed and martial arts could lead to divine powers.

The boy he possessed was just an unlucky guy who encountered a low-level demon wolf on his first trip into the mountains with a demon-hunting team, and was betrayed by his unscrupulous friends in a panic due to excessive fright.

Just as despair gripped Lin Feng's heart, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind:

[Ding! Strong will to survive detected in the host. Demon Hunting System successfully activated!]

[Core Function: Hunt demons and monsters to obtain energy points. Energy points can be used to: 1. Directly improve martial arts cultivation; 2. Deduce, optimize, and fuse martial arts techniques and spells.]

[New player gift pack has been issued: Basic Breathing Techniques (can be deduced), Basic Fist Techniques (can be deduced), Energy Points *10.]

Lin Feng was stunned at first, then a surge of immense joy welled up inside him! As a seasoned bookworm who had read countless online novels, he knew all too well what this meant! This was his greatest asset in surviving and even reaching the pinnacle of this dangerous alien world!

Just then, a low howl of a wolf came from not far away, the grass rustled, and those eerie green eyes reappeared—the demon wolf that caused the original owner's death had returned!

If it were the previous boy, he would probably have been paralyzed with fear again. But at this moment, Lin Feng's eyes shone with an astonishing light!

"Perfect timing! I'll use you as the first sacrifice in my legendary life!"

Without hesitation, he poured all 10 points of energy into "Basic Boxing Techniques"!

[Consuming 10 energy points, the "Basic Fist Techniques" have been evolved into the "Mountain Crushing Fist (Beginner)"!]

A warm current suddenly surged forth, and the techniques for generating power and channeling energy in a set of powerful fist techniques were instantly imprinted deep into his muscle memory! He felt his strength increase several times over!

"Roar!" The demon wolf pounced.

Lin Feng neither dodged nor evaded, but instead lowered his waist and stood at attention, throwing a punch according to the memory in his mind!

A dull thud accompanied the sound of bones cracking! The demon wolf was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than it had come, crashing into a large tree and sliding limply to the ground, clearly beyond saving.

[Successfully hunted down a "low-level demon wolf" and gained 15 energy points!]

The cold, impersonal notification tone sounds so pleasant right now!

Feeling the surging power within him and gazing at the corpse of the demon wolf, Lin Feng laughed heartily, his heart brimming with boundless pride:

"Demons and monsters wreaking havoc? Perfect stepping stones for me, Lin Feng! With this system, demon kings and lords will eventually become resources in my cultivation technique deduction panel! In this life, I will definitely carve out a bright and clear world, reach the pinnacle, and see the scenery above!"

"First of all, I must avenge the blood feud that killed me!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth, thinking of Huang Yuan, his "good friend" who had desperately encouraged him to go into the mountains to hunt demons, but who had deliberately abandoned him after they actually encountered a demon wolf. His heart was filled with hatred.

Anger welled up in his heart, and evil thoughts took hold in his mind. After leveling up by hunting demons, the first thing he did upon returning to the city was to wipe out Huang Yuan's entire family.

Full of vigor, he embarked on his hunting journey. With the help of the system, his cultivation level soared, his martial arts techniques were constantly being innovated, and challenging opponents of higher levels was as easy as eating and drinking.

His name began to resonate among the younger generation in Nanlizhou, and he was regarded as a rising star.

He firmly believes that he is the protagonist of this world and will use the power at his disposal to end the darkness of this era.

Perhaps, in the future he will ascend to the Heavenly Realm and compete with the new Heavenly Emperor who is currently full of vigor!

However, in his countless hunts, occasionally, some extremely subtle and fleeting "noises" would be ignored by him—endless red fur flying, rivers of viscous black blood, and a kind of...cold gaze that seemed to come from the end of all things.

But these feelings were too faint, so faint that they seemed like mere fantasies, and were quickly overwhelmed by the excitement of soaring power and boundless anticipation for the future.

His legend has only just begun to be written.

But the torrent of fate had already quietly changed direction in the depths he couldn't see, surging forward with a hint of imperceptible, cold malice.

Above the starry sky, the newly established Heavenly Court still shines brightly, overlooking countless hopeful new stars like Lin Feng in the mortal realm.

Everything was full of vitality, as if the eternal darkness had long since passed.

However, the burial pit at the deepest part of the underworld remained silent.

The stone coffins on the Shidu Plateau are still waiting.

The shadow of reincarnation has never truly left; it has simply changed its form, quietly planting new seeds in the fertile soil of new life and hope.

Chapter 270 Type-Moon: First Arrival in the Three Kingdoms

Loran sat atop this imperial city, which was clearly not in the style of the Han Dynasty, overlooking the entire new Luoyang City.

As his eyes opened and closed, rays of golden light shot out.

These powerful divine eyes allowed him to take in the entire city of Luoyang and even the entire Sili region. Strictly speaking, he could see even further.

However, the power of these divine eyes was not originally his; he had stolen it.

Since his successful descent into the world, Loran's powerful soul has sensed that the region he is in is covered by a vast system that seems to be integrated with the entire world.

How to put it? This system felt to him like a super-large magic weapon, integrated with the entire country and even the entire planet, just like the thirty-four national treasures he forged in his own world.