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

He defied the heavens, transforming into a dark red blood light that burned intensely and tore through everything, slashing fiercely at that cold eye of law! This was a devastating strike originating from the extraterrestrial demon!

The hazy gray beam of light and the dark red blood-red light collided violently in mid-air!

There was no sound, no explosion, only utter annihilation!

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"Roar--!"

Faintly, it seemed as if a silent roar containing pain and rage came from the heavens above!

But Loran's devastating strike finally exhausted all its power. His body began to disintegrate inch by inch in the gray beam of light, and the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Blade let out a mournful cry of unwillingness before shattering into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

"Hahaha! Fate! How does it feel to be wounded?! Though I die, I have left an eternal scar on your perfect world! It was worth it!" Loran let out a final, mad, and exhilarating laugh before completely dissipating into the gray beam of light.

The eye of law in the sky slowly healed the tiny crack, but its light seemed to have dimmed considerably.

It swept coldly across the mountains of Heavenly Army corpses and the ravaged earth below, then slowly disappeared.

There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.

The newly arrived Holy Soul Guards were filled with unprecedented shock and a trace of fear as they looked at the holy blood scattered on the ground and the fragments left behind by a colleague.

The villain was finally killed.

But the price was the fall of nine Holy Soul Guards, and even... the supreme destiny seemed to have paid a price for it!

This news cannot be concealed or downplayed.

Although Loran is dead, he proved in the most insane and violent way that even the might of Heaven can be shaken! He caused the Holy Soul to bleed and the Mandate of Heaven to be damaged!

His shadow, like a nightmare, will forever be etched in the hearts of all who know it. The seemingly impregnable ruling order has developed real, visible cracks.

Chapter 227 High-Ranking Martial Arts: Fallen Angel Reincarnation

Although Loran was killed by the Mandate of Heaven, his insane feats of severely injuring the Mandate of Heaven, shedding blood on the Holy Soul, and slaughtering the Heavenly Army before his death had already spread like the wildest spark among the vast majority of the people and the lowly, thanks to the countless "black jade pendants" scattered in various places and the epic passed down by word of mouth. Even many ancient people's eyes lit up and regarded him as a god.

The "Path of the Soul"—this forbidden path that does not rely on physical aptitude, does not concern itself with bloodline, and only cultivates the will of the soul—has become the only light in the darkness for countless desperate people.

Despite the efforts of the Celestials and their henchmen, the ancient people, to slander, block, and destroy information about it, fragments of conversation, rudimentary visualizations, and even the symbolism of the black jade pendant have still fostered a growing undercurrent of faith among the lower classes.

Occasionally, a lucky individual will sense a faint inheritance through the jade pendant and begin to condense their soul power. Although the power is weak, they will truly see the hope of breaking free from their shackles.

A long-suppressed force is growing underground, brewing the potential to spread like wildfire.

This naturally provoked even more brutal suppression from the Celestials. Operation "Purification" was launched, and anyone suspected of practicing or spreading the Mind and Soul Path was killed instantly without trial! The bottom of the entire world seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, bloody net.

Meanwhile, in the deep courtyard of the Mo family, one of the three ancient families of Piwei City, a completely different scene unfolded.

In a secluded courtyard of the Mo family, in a room lavishly decorated yet exuding a chilling atmosphere, the young Mo Cheng suddenly slammed a jade ornament in his hand onto the ground, scattering shards everywhere.

His face was pale, his lips bloodless, and his body so thin that a gust of wind could blow him over. Only in his eyes burned a venomous and frenzied flame that was completely out of place with his frail body.

"Useless! All of you are useless! You can't even serve a cup of hot tea properly!" he cursed sharply. A female slave knelt on the ground in front of him, trembling, her forehead cut by a shard of metal, blood mixed with tears flowing down her face.

"Young master, spare me! This servant knows she was wrong!" The female slave kowtowed repeatedly.

"Know you're wrong? What good is knowing you're wrong?" A morbid excitement appeared on Mo Cheng's face. He suddenly pulled out a short whip with fine barbs. "Your blood, you wretched servant, is more useful than your brain!"

The whip whistled as it fell, carrying with it the twisted joy and cruelty of the boy. He relished the feeling of controlling the life and death of others, of inflicting pain at will. Only in this way could he slightly vent the endless humiliation and resentment he felt as a direct descendant of the Mo family, yet due to his congenital deficiencies, physical defects, and martial arts cultivation being inferior even to that of a collateral descendant! The cold stares from his family, the ridicule from his peers, and his father's disappointment all transformed into intensified torture of the weaker among them.

Suddenly, the steward rushed in and whispered a few words in his ear. Mo Cheng waved his hand, and the female slave, who had already died in a pool of blood, was carried out by several male servants.

“The Way of the Soul… Ancestor of Slaying Heaven…” Mo Cheng murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with an intense longing.

The news brought by the steward concerned the infamous demon lord Loran and his lineage. Especially crucial was the most important point—this path doesn't rely on the physical body or blood; it focuses solely on cultivating the soul!

"Not relying on the physical body... not relying on the physical body!" Mo Cheng laughed wildly, as if grasping at a lifeline. "Hahaha! There's always a way out! My talent, Mo Cheng's talent, lies not in the physical body, but in the soul! This is my true path! Once I obtain it, I can trample all those who look down on me under my feet! Torture them! Destroy them!"

His thirst for power reached its peak in an instant. He used all available family resources, frantically searching for any clues related to the Soul Path and the black jade pendant.

His tyranny thus intensified, and any servant who failed to perform their duties could become the target of his venting and "practice," euphemistically called "forging their soul resilience."

Heaven rewards those who persevere, or rather, the devil's bait was finally sniffed out.

After dealing with a "dutiful" servant in an extremely cruel manner, Mo Cheng unexpectedly obtained a clue amidst the desperate cries of his family—the servant's son seemed to be secretly worshipping a black, blood-stained jade pendant.

Mo Cheng immediately led his men to interrogate the child, and finally, in the child's desperate gaze, he obtained a broken fragment of a black jade pendant that appeared to have been subjected to an explosion.

Holding the jade fragment in his hand, Mo Cheng trembled with excitement. He returned to his secret chamber, dismissed his attendants, and, following the most obscure method passed down, concentrated all his will, channeling his weak yet resentful spiritual energy into the jade fragment, shouting madly:

"Ancestor! Pass on your legacy to me! I'm willing to give everything! Transmit the Dao of the Soul to me! I want power! I want all those who have wronged me to pay the price!!"

He shouted repeatedly, as if he were going mad.

Finally, the broken jade pendant began to heat up slightly, and a faint yet grand and eerie voice resounded directly in his mind:

"Tsk tsk... Such intense resentment, such pure malice... Truly... a wonderful talent."

Mo Cheng was overjoyed: "You...you are the Ancestor of Slaying Heaven?!"

"A wisp of remnant soul remains, clinging to this fragment of the life artifact." The voice was full of temptation. "Boy, do you crave power? Do you yearn to transcend the shackles of this physical body?"

"Yes! Yes! Ancestor! Please teach me!" Mo Cheng knelt on the ground, extremely excited.

"Good. Since you have this mindset and have found my token, you are destined to meet. Open your heart and mind, accept the mark of my inheritance, this is the supreme method of the Way of the Soul..."

A stream of seemingly profound and mysterious information about a technique that directly addresses the very essence of the soul flooded into Mo Cheng's mind.

The powerful force described in it—controlling all things with one's soul, shattering shackles with one's will, and even possessing bodies for rebirth and immortality—completely captivated him, leaving him with no doubt!

He eagerly opened his mind and greedily absorbed the "knowledge," his soul welcoming the so-called "inheritance mark" without any defenses.

Just as he was completely immersed in his fantasies about future powers, a sudden change occurred!

Deep within the "inherited information" that surged into his soul, a wisp of the purest and most essential Heavenly Demon Soul Seed, hidden extremely deep within, suddenly erupted! It was no longer knowledge, but transformed into the sharpest and most greedy will to plunder, instantly piercing and taking control of Mo Cheng's defenseless soul core!

"Ughh ...

Narolan has long since perished, but what this lingering demonic thought needs is not a successor, but a perfect vessel that willingly offers itself up for possession!

"Why...why?!" His remaining consciousness cried out in despair.

"Why?" Loran's eerie, icy voice echoed in his shattering soul. "When you killed so many servants before, did you ever care why?"

"No...that's different, they're just a bunch of ants...I'm different!" Mo Cheng wailed.

"They're all the same, you idiots!"

"Your willingness to open your heart has saved me a lot of effort. I will gladly accept your resentment, your memories, and your identity. As for your soul, it will become the first resource for my rebirth."

The next moment, Loran's powerful and extremely high-level demonic thoughts completely crushed and devoured Mo Cheng's resentful yet extremely fragile consciousness.

Possession completed.

Inside the secret room, "Mo Cheng" slowly opened his eyes.

It was still that pale, sickly body, but the resentment and madness that once filled those eyes had vanished, replaced by a bottomless darkness, a playful look, and a hint of sinister disdain for all living beings.

He moved his fingers slightly, feeling the frailty of this new body and the meager yet deeply resentful essence of its soul.

“Hehehe... Young Master Gu Min? An interesting identity.” He chuckled softly, his voice carrying Loran’s unique magnetic tone. “His body is a bit weak, but his soul has a good ‘flavor’. Moreover, this identity makes it convenient for me to secretly observe this ‘wildfire’ that started because of me.”

He sensed the scattered information about the spread of the Soul Path and the cruel suppression by the Celestials in his mind.

“Suppress them. The more you suppress them, the fiercer the flames will burn. Desperate souls are the best fuel.” He walked to the window, looked at the imposing Mo family walls outside, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “And I will, at the right time, add another handful of firewood to this flame.”

"Let's start by... sorting out this poor wretch's memories and playing the role of this 'young master' properly."

The demonic energy of Loran is reborn through this body. A grander, more hidden storm is quietly brewing within the body of this ancient youth.

At this moment, above the Heavenly Capital, a celestial being who was undergoing ascetic practices opened his eyes.

"It seems the distraction has taken over a new body. Not bad... casting a wider net always has some benefits."

The new demonic power that Loran has just mastered is called "Fallen Heaven Reincarnation". In the past, if he lost his physical body in the mortal world, he would be banished back to the void. Only by using the Demonic Path Seizure again could he return to the mortal world.

But ever since he acquired the new demonic power of "Fallen Reincarnation," he could freely possess bodies in the mortal realm without returning to the void. Whether it was a celestial being or this young master from the ancient land, they were merely physical shells he had possessed through the reincarnation of a divided spirit.

To inexplicably engage in a deadly battle with a powerful enemy and offer up one's own life is not the style of this cunning demon!

The best way to understand an opponent is to infiltrate them. He had killed the [Domain Lord] and the [Holy Soul], and wounded the [Heavenly Fate], using the Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Divine Blade to understand many of the mysteries of these three realms.

But to truly understand something, one must experience it firsthand to know what the so-called asceticism, the so-called Brahmanism, and the so-called "divine heat" really represent.

This celestial body was prepared for this purpose.

And the Soul Path he founded? The sparks of the Soul Path have already been ignited, while the one who ignited them is hidden in the shadows that the enemy could not have imagined.

Chapter 228 The Joyful Emperor: The Patriarch of the Path of Human Desire

In the dark and cold starry sky, a figure sat quietly cross-legged in the seemingly unchanging void of the universe, awaiting the arrival of the heavenly tribulation.

This was an androgynous face, a face that could captivate all, a face from which anyone could find a part they liked. He wore a magnificent robe embroidered with a beautiful landscape, and beneath him, a soft armor woven from the finest silver. His ebony-black hair was simply tied in a bun with a purple jade hairpin, giving him an air of carefree elegance and a hint of rebellion.

He unleashed his hidden power, resonating with the cosmic spirit.

The heavenly tribulation has arrived.

The edge of the universe was almost transformed into a sea of ​​thunder. The Five Elements Extinction Divine Thunder, the Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder, the Primordial Magnetic World-Grinding Divine Thunder, the Great Yin-Yang Profound Divine Thunder, the Eight Trigrams Immortal-Slaying Divine Thunder, the Purple Heaven Palace Divine Thunder, the Nine Yuan Star Divine Thunder, the Two Elements Extinction Divine Thunder... Endless thunderbolts descended from nowhere in the void, slashing at this person like swords, as if it were the wrath of the heavens.

The shockwaves of the great calamity spread throughout the three thousand great worlds. Every cultivator with a name and reputation in the heavens could feel the aura of this great calamity and used various methods to look towards the place of tribulation, wanting to see who had caused such a great calamity.

Upon recognizing the person, the cultivators let out cries of agony, their divine thoughts echoing in the void as they denounced the man's numerous misdeeds.

"Heavens are blind! How could someone like this be allowed to become an emperor?"

"This kind of malignant tumor can actually become an Emperor? From now on, I can never look at the God Emperor realm the same way again!"

"Our clan's goddess was abducted by this man. After returning, she claimed to have boundless love and not only slept with all her sisters of the same generation, but also didn't spare her aunt who was only a few years older than her!"

"He doesn't even spare non-humans. After spending a night with the daughter of my Crimson Dragon Clan's chief, he claimed to have obtained the essence of the dragon. He said that the dragon's lustful nature is the way of the dragon, so he went on to pluck flowers from various clans and absorb the essence of each clan into himself."

"Oh? And what happened in the end?"

"She has transformed into a red dragon!"

"Uh...may I ask what your race is?"

"Of course I'm a Crimson Dragon! Do you think I'm still a Crimson Serpent?"

"Uh... okay."

"You pedantic fools, how could you possibly understand the profound mysteries of the Great Law of Human Desire!"

"The patriarch's realm is far beyond the comprehension of you lowly guard dogs!"

"What did the dog do to you? What did the dog do to you? State your name, and I, Panhu, will come to bite you tomorrow."

"I think this young man is quite insightful? We true dragons should spread our seeds throughout the world!"

"Elder Chief, please stop!"

"Your wife and daughter are currently in this man's harem! And the young clan leader is there too!"

"Damn it! When did this happen? Damn it! I will kill him!"

"This is hilarious! I never imagined that my Hehuan sect could produce such a talent!"

"Old Demon Hehuan, don't laugh too soon!"

"You've been in seclusion for too long; you probably don't know that your Joyful Union Sect has long since been renamed the Path of Human Desire!"

"???!!!!"

"Hahaha, you old devil who lechers other men's wives and daughters, you've finally met your match! Let's drink a toast!"

"Sword Master Taibai, stop showing off. I saw your lady having a secret rendezvous with someone else the other day!"

"? Impossible! My senior sister is pure and innocent!"

"Oh, what is your name, madam?"

"What do you mean? Are you also plotting against my Senior Sister Pei?"

"Pei Yuhan?"

"how do you know?"

"Uh... It was a chance encounter, Master Taibai, there's no need to lose your composure."

"Goddess, come back quickly! The clan leader has promised not to beat you anymore!"

"Damn it! You're the Fire Spirit Clan goddess who was converted by the demon of the Human Desire Path? What did you do to my senior sister?"