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

One by one, the spiritual pills covered with mysterious silver patterns cracked open, transforming into large mouths and small eyes, and then growing thin and short limbs, resembling a bean-like person.

"Croak! Run!"

"The Human Alchemist has slain a demon!"

"He's an expert, retreat quickly!"

The group of Pill Demons instantly shed their disguises and transformed into formless, shapeless secret demons, returning to the outer void with the medicinal essences they had seized. The Pill Spirit Sect Master, despite his painstaking efforts, had only managed to kill two or three Pill Demons—better than nothing.

What he didn't notice was that among this group of Pill Demons, there was one that was extremely special. Instead of returning to the outer void, it turned back halfway and returned to a mountain range in the human world. In the mountain cave, Loran was holding a fragment of the Dao Fruit, comprehending the Great Dao. With a casual move, he absorbed this special Pill Demon into his body.

Loran's eyes lit up: "It's actually the Upper Niwan Pill, which can reduce the dangers of Nascent Soul formation! Brilliant! Another profitable day."

The Huixin Sect, which had been suffering terribly from the robbery, quickly joined in the mockery when they saw that their old rival, the Danling Sect, who had always laughed at them, was also suffering terribly from the Dan Demon.

It should be noted that alchemy is at the top of the hierarchy of cultivation arts, and these alchemists have always been arrogant and disdainful, but cultivators simply cannot do without them.

Now these alchemists are suspected of being set up, and everyone has joined in the mockery.

Then they heard a joint statement from the entire alchemy community, not just the Danling Sect.

"Given the current chaos caused by the Pill Demon, we alchemists have suffered unnecessary risks while refining pills. Therefore, anyone who seeks pills from alchemists should bear the additional losses caused by the Pill Demon."

No! The group of cultivators who had been watching the spectacle suddenly burst into cries of despair!

If one alchemist, or even an entire sect, raises prices, cultivators can resist. But if the entire alchemy world raises prices together, who can stop that?

"Damn it! These Dan Demons are no good!"

Chapter 166 Cultivating Immortality in the Underworld: Doing Big Things!

It was just another ordinary day. No, wait, where would the concept of "day" and time come from in the void of the heavens?

A demon, fresh from its journey to the human world and with a full belly, drifted peacefully in a dark place.

The void here flows with extreme stability and tranquility, while being permeated with a serene yet inescapable primordial darkness, making it an excellent resting place that it has discovered.

Today, it felt cold sweat pouring down its face, even though the Mystic Demon doesn't have the physiological function of "sweating".

In this dark place, a terrifyingly powerful demon has been sitting cross-legged for some unknown time. It extends a thousand hands and a thousand eyes, gazing upon all worlds from the darkness.

The Mystic Demon was so frightened that it wet itself. You should know that there are many conflicts among Mystic Demons, and devouring other Mystic Demons is one of the ways for them to become stronger.

To avoid becoming the prey of this terrifying demon, the little pill demon hurriedly descended to the mortal realm following a newly sensed fluctuation of pill energy, without any intention of observing or considering the situation.

Recently, those bastard alchemists in the human world have become quite cunning. They have not only developed a series of methods to deal with the pill demons that try to steal their pills, but some unscrupulous alchemists even use pill refining as bait to capture these pill demons.

It should be noted that these mysterious demons are also important materials for refining some demonic spells in the human world.

This thousand-armed, thousand-eyed demon was none other than Loran in disguise. With the support of abundant resources, Loran easily reached an extremely high realm.

Loran did not intend to follow the conventional path for the Refinement of Void and Integration of Body realms after the Nascent Soul stage. In his view, the Nascent Soul, Refinement of Void, and Integration of Body realms were essentially the same, merely subdivisions of a larger realm.

For geniuses, the boundaries don't need to be divided so finely; dividing them too finely would only stifle their free expression.

In Loran's cultivation system, the first stage is the Acquired Realm, followed by the Innate Realm (equivalent to the sum of Foundation Establishment and Core Formation). After reaching the Innate Realm, one advances to the Purple Mansion (equivalent to the sum of Nascent Soul and Deity Transformation). After the Purple Mansion comes the Primordial Spirit (equivalent to the sum of Refining Emptiness and Body Integration). Then comes Returning to Emptiness or Mahayana, and finally, Transcending Tribulation to become an Immortal.

Loran is now at the peak of her primordial spirit stage and will soon be able to advance to the Void Returning stage. During this time, Loran also obtained two more fragments of Dao Fruit.

One of the fragments is a missing part of the "Great Immortal Technique of Killing and Absorbing Spirits," which came from a rising star in the demonic path. He rapidly grew stronger through rampant killing and cultivated the "Great Asura Blood River True Scripture," earning him the reputation of "the greatest demonic genius in five hundred years." When Loran captured him, he was already preparing to advance to the Nascent Soul stage in the demonic path.

Another fragment is quite magical, with a system called the "Multiverse Fishing System". It offers one chance to fish across the myriad worlds every month, but the items caught are rather random, ranging from trash to spiritual treasures.

The host of this system deeply understood the true meaning of the Dao of Survival, and managed to survive all the way to the Nascent Soul realm without gaining any fame in the cultivation world. However, thanks to the dedicated search of Luo Lan, the system was eventually found.

The great immortal technique manifested by this system is called the "Great Immortal Technique of the Myriad Manifestations of the Void," which is a fragment of the Dao Fruit of the Void Dao. It is through his understanding of this great immortal technique that Loran can travel freely to various realms of the void like a Void Mystic Demon, instead of being confined to the Tongming Realm.

Loran stood amidst the darkness left over from ancient times, using the minor immortal technique "Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes"—a technique he had comprehended from the "Great Immortal Technique of the Myriad Phenomena of the Void"—to observe all realms.

From Loran's perspective, the many smaller worlds, such as the Transparent Realm, are attached to the much larger realm of the Great Dove Heaven, like a school of fish following the Fish King as they drift through the void.

There are many other Fish King Realms like Da Jiutian in the void. These realms, along with their subordinate small worlds, move through the void like a well-ordered school of fish.

However, collisions can occasionally occur due to turbulent currents in the void. Each collision represents the overthrow of one or even countless species and civilizations, signifying the arrival of a massive interdimensional war and a turning point in the rise and fall of a world.

The Void Demons are a group of parasites that roam the Void Sea, occasionally burrowing into a world to absorb enough nutrients before slipping away.

Suddenly, an invisible voice of the Great Dao spread throughout the void sea, and the group of secret demons, like a swarm of bloodthirsty sharks, surged toward the place where the voice originated.

Loran knew that this was the world withering away, a small world had reached its end, and this world would be like a flower in the void, bearing the sweetest fruit in the last moment of its withering.

This is the most fundamental essence of the world. Not only the Mystic Demon, but Loran also saw some terrifying auras from other large realms staring at this world that was about to be destroyed, just like the Taotie.

Some of the mystical demons couldn't wait any longer; they had already burrowed into the world on the verge of destruction, preparing to scavenge the scraps that the big shots didn't want.

Beside the final fireworks, in the depths of ancient darkness, Loran stood silently, like a solitary sculpture.

His gaze pierced through the mists of time, gazing upon the rise and fall, glory and disgrace of this world.

The world before him unfolded like a giant scroll, then slowly closed.

He witnessed the world's decay, a poignant beauty beyond words. Once bustling cities had become ruins, once lush forests had turned to wasteland, and once noisy crowds had vanished into the dust of history. All of this played out before his eyes like a movie.

However, amidst the great tide of the world's decline, he also saw a glimmer of hope.

It was the birth of a new world, like a tiny wave struggling to rise and fall amidst surging waves. Though small, it contained boundless vitality, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

Loran gradually gained some insight. He realized that existence itself is a matter of chance, like a wave rising and falling in the ocean, which could be swallowed up at any moment.

Nothingness, however, is the eternal destination.

No matter how glorious or magnificent this world was, it will eventually return to nothingness.

And everything we experience, whether joy or pain, will eventually vanish into nothingness.

In that instant, Loran seemed to touch the true meaning of the universe, and his mind became incredibly open, as if he had merged with the entire universe.

The existence of the world is merely a rise and fall of the great tide of the void; this seemingly empty void is the true unchanging entity.

What is eternal is not eternal, and what is not eternal is eternal!

The more we seek eternity, the more we head towards destruction.

Therefore, to obtain true eternity, one should seek it from destruction.

Just like Loran's "Myriad Transformations to Seize Truth" Heavenly Demonic Power, only by destroying false appearances can one obtain eternal truth.

Once you understand the Tao, you will naturally reach that level.

Loran successfully transcended the realm of primordial spirit and entered the realm of returning to emptiness, and then quickly reached perfection in the realm of returning to emptiness.

In other worlds, Loran would be preparing to undergo tribulation and become an immortal at this time.

Loran comprehended the Great Destruction Path of the Heavenly Demon, and the heavens and earth would not send down heavenly tribulations to help him become an immortal.

What Loran realized was invisibly in line with a hidden link in the Great Dao: destruction is also a link in the world, and only through destruction can there be new life.

The darkness left over from the ancient times transformed into a black cloak, which Loran wrapped around himself. The thousand-handed and thousand-eyed demon god fled into the apocalypse, experiencing the meaning of impending destruction and hidden vitality.

Loran realized that he now needed a Great Dao node that could drag all realms into destruction. This node might be called the Nine Netherworlds, or it might be called the Ruins of Return.

Let him be the greatest robber since the birth of all realms! He will steal all the essence of creation born at the end of all realms!

What you keep in mind will eventually come to pass!

At this moment, in a realm of brilliant civilization, a celestial realm where gods sing praises, aboard a colossal ship roaming the void... one after another, majestic beings opened their eyes, as if sensing something!

"It seems that another fellow Daoist has embarked on the path of Dao Lord!" exclaimed the divine being, bathed in endless divine light and wearing an imperial crown.

"Your Majesty, what were you saying just now?" A goddess who seemed to embody all the beauty in the world asked curiously from a staircase beneath the God Emperor.

The God Emperor remained silent. To Him, those who had not yet embarked on the path of the Dao Lord were ultimately not fellow Daoists, but merely passersby in His long journey of seeking the Dao.

As for the rest, he could joke around and laugh, and he wouldn't mind repeating it a thousand times.

But some things, if you don't understand them, you simply don't understand them, and He's too lazy to explain them further.

Chapter 167 Death: The Beginning

"My name is Kurosaki Ichigo, and I'm 15 years old. I live on the second floor of the Kurosaki Clinic in Karakura Town, with my father and two younger sisters. I'm a second-year student at Karakura First High School, and my father requires me to be home by 7 PM. I don't smoke or drink. I go to bed at 11 PM and get a full eight hours of sleep every night. Everyone says I'm perfectly normal, except..."

Ichigo Kurosaki always considered himself an ordinary Japanese high school boy who was just able to see spirits, until one day he met a black-clad Shinigami with an onion-shaped haircut.

"If you want to save your family, you have to become death yourself."

Rukia Kuchiki, the Onion Head Reaper, handed over her Zanpakuto, pointing it directly at Ichigo Kurosaki.

"I will share my Grim Reaper powers with you. Once you obtain these powers, there will be no turning back!"

Rukia Kuchiki's warning was like a gentle breeze, lightly brushing past Ichigo Kurosaki's ear, yet it did not shake his resolve in the slightest.

This man, with a gaze as firm as a rock, on that sorrowful rainy night, Kurosaki Ichigo experienced the pain of losing a loved one, a pain he could not bear.

From that moment on, he vowed to protect his family no matter what and never let them suffer even the slightest harm again.

Now, facing Rukia Kuchiki's obstruction, Ichigo Kurosaki did not hesitate at all. He stood tall, like a sturdy tree, firmly rooted to the spot.

His steps were firm and powerful, each step like a declaration of war against fate.

Rukia Kuchiki's Zanpakuto flashed through the air, aiming straight for Ichigo Kurosaki. However, Ichigo did not flinch; he met the flash head-on and thrust forward without hesitation.

In an instant, the Zanpakuto pierced through Ichigo Kurosaki's physical body without any resistance, reaching straight to his soul.

As the Zanpakuto pierced through, the Shinigami's spiritual pressure surged into Ichigo Kurosaki's body like a raging torrent.

This body, brimming with potential, was like a powder keg waiting to be ignited. Under the impact of spiritual pressure, it began to unleash powerful energy.

Kurosaki Ichigo's pupils contracted sharply, his gaze piercing through the vast blue light and landing on a little boy with black hair.

The little boy's face was extremely similar to Xia Li's, as if they were carved from the same mold.

However, beneath that similar appearance lies an indescribable sorrow, as if it were permeated by eternal loneliness, which is heart-wrenching.

"Brother, you've finally come to see me!" The little boy's voice was filled with undisguised joy. He waved happily to Ichigo Kurosaki, seemingly full of anticipation for this reunion.

A strange feeling welled up in Kurosaki Ichigo's heart. He subconsciously touched his orange hair and said somewhat awkwardly, "Uh... I only have two younger sisters, no younger brother. Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Although he said this, his heart was full of doubt.

He could clearly feel the close connection between himself and the boy, as if their souls had long been intertwined.

In this mysterious blue light, Ichigo Kurosaki's thoughts were gradually drawn back to the past.

He recalled the time he had spent with his sisters, their laughter and tears. Now, this suddenly appearing little boy filled him with conflict and confusion.

Tears welled in the little boy's eyes as he whispered, "Brother, don't you remember me? I've been waiting for you for so long..." His voice was like a gentle breeze, lightly brushing past Ichigo Kurosaki's ear, yet stirring up a ripple in his heart.

Ichigo Kurosaki frowned deeply as he tried to recall the boy's figure deep within his memory. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the corresponding figure.

"Who are you?" Kurosaki Ichigo's voice trembled slightly as he stared intently at the little boy, as if trying to see the truth hidden deep within his eyes.

The little boy's bright eyes dimmed for a moment, but he quickly covered it up and waved to Ichigo Kurosaki as if he didn't care.

"My brother has now awakened the power 'over there' too, so he'll have many more opportunities to come see me in the future..."

"See you next time!"

"My name is Kurosaki Kazuyuki, big brother, remember my name! Next time, make sure you pronounce my name correctly."

The black-haired boy began to dissipate into a pale blue light.

"Wait..." Kurosaki Ichigo stretched out his right hand and reached out in the direction where the boy had disappeared. His intuition told him that this boy was someone very important to him.

However, this dark blue space was rapidly disappearing, and Ichigo Kurosaki felt his mind return to reality.

He stretched out his right hand, intending to call out to Kurosaki Kazuyuki, but instead found himself gripping a massive Zanpakuto.

Rukia Kuchiki's eyes widened: "To have such a huge Zanpakuto... your spiritual pressure is extraordinary..."

Before the two could continue their conversation, the Void, which had been coveting the soul for a long time, rushed over with a gust of evil wind.

"Watch out!" Rukia Kuchiki shouted.

Ichigo Kurosaki's body reacted faster than his brain; before Rukia could warn him, he had already swung his Zanpakuto.

This strike was a perfect coordination of strength and skill; the dazzling blade light effortlessly reduced the attacking evil spirit to nothingness.

Rukia Kuchiki was dumbfounded. As a Shinigami with over a hundred years of training experience, she immediately recognized the terrifying swordsmanship hidden beneath Ichigo Kurosaki's seemingly casual strike.

But isn't Kurosaki Ichigo just a teenage high school student in the modern world? How could he have such terrifying swordsmanship skills?

At first, Rukia thought she was seeing her brother wielding a sword. Well... to say something a little offensive to her brother, Rukia felt that even her powerful brother might not be able to wield such a perfect sword strike.

Kurosaki Ichigo was also incredibly surprised. From the moment he grasped the Zanpakuto, he felt as if his own flesh and blood had come alive, and a familiar aura surged within his spiritual body.

He swung the sword purely on instinct, but when he continued to swing, he could no longer find the feeling of the first strike.