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

The Chaos God Chains shone brightly, carrying the Supreme Beings who were screaming in despair, like packaged goods, and were slowly dragged toward the entrance of the Yin-Yang Chaos Gourd.

What awaits them is an endless "bloodline contribution" and a "glorious future" of becoming the protagonist of erotic novels.

In the sea of ​​stars, only the thunderous shouts of "The God Emperor is wise!" from hundreds of millions of cultivators and the faint, mournful cries of the former supreme beings echoing in the corners of the universe were left.

Chapter 238 The Great Emperor of Joy: The Immortal Gate Opens Wide

Time flies, and a decade has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, an unprecedented grand Daoist rhythm, like a gentle yet unstoppable tide, slowly spread across every corner of the three thousand worlds.

At the summit of the heavens, where the cosmic barrier and the end of all paths once stood, countless rays of auspicious light burst forth, weaving together the outline of a colossal gate whose grandeur and antiquity defy description.

Although the door was not fully open, the wisps of energy leaking from the crack were pure, lofty, and contained vitality and principles that transcended the mortal world, causing all cultivators above the Divine Realm to tremble.

The gates to the celestial realm have reopened after thirty million years!

"They've arrived!" Some old folks were so excited that tears streamed down their faces. They knew the significance of this moment from dusty books and fragmented legends.

"The gate to immortality opens, and emperors ascend! This is an unprecedented opportunity!" The newly promoted god emperors of this era felt the attraction emanating from behind the gate, as well as the sense of the "tribulation to become an immortal" descending from the darkness, and their hearts were filled with excitement.

In an instant, the starry sea trembled, and countless powerful auras of divine emperors soared into the sky, transforming into dazzling streams of light, rushing towards the immortal gate without hesitation, preparing to trigger the immortal tribulation and ascend to the legendary supreme world.

This is the end of their long and arduous journey.

However, at this moment of global uproar and fierce competition among emperors, the Hehuan Divine Emperor's Daoist temple—the Hehuan Heavenly Palace—was unusually calm.

Loran and the Western Wilderness God Emperor stood side by side on the clouds, gazing at the spectacular sight that shook the universe.

Xi Huang still held her Golden Dragon God-Slaying Spear in her hand, the tip of the spear trembling slightly, as if it were also resonating for the opening of the Immortal Gate, but she remained as steady as a divine mountain.

"You naughty thing, aren't you in a hurry?" Xihuang turned his head and looked at Loran beside him.

With their combined strength, they would undoubtedly be among the first to ascend to immortality.

Loran gently stroked the Yin-Yang Chaos Gourd floating beside him. The gourd's surface had a restrained luster, yet it seemed to contain the profound depth of the entire universe.

He shook his head and smiled:

"What's the rush? We've been doing this for thirty million years, a little longer won't make a difference. Madam, have you forgotten how those supreme beings of the forbidden zones fell? Information asymmetry can lead to huge losses."

His gaze was profound, as if it could pierce through the not-yet-fully-opened gate to see the unknown world beyond.

"The Immortal Realm has been closed for thirty million years. What is it like inside? Have the rules changed? What is their attitude towards those who ascend from the lower realms? Do they welcome them with open arms, or... do they see them as easy prey?" He spoke calmly, yet he pointed out the most crucial question.

Upon hearing this, Xihuang's expression also became more serious.

Indeed, venturing into a long-closed and unfamiliar place carries unpredictable risks.

"So what are your plans?"

Luo Hehuan smiled slightly and gently touched the Yin-Yang Chaotic Gourd with her fingertip.

"Naturally, we should first send 'people' to scout ahead and find out what's going on."

As he finished speaking, chaotic energy surged from the gourd's mouth, and in the next moment, several streams of light flew out of the gourd and landed in front of the two people.

Upon closer inspection, these were not living creatures, but rather several "puppets" of various shapes and sizes.

However, their aura was extremely strange. They were not inanimate objects, but rather carried a faint yet extremely pure spirituality. At their core, one could vaguely sense a spiritual imprint that originated from the same source as Loran.

What's even more ingenious is that Loran used unparalleled methods to simulate the fluctuations of a God Emperor on their bodies!

"This is..." Xihuang was somewhat surprised.

“I used the remains of those ‘abandoned’ supreme beings, combined with the imprints of the will of all living beings, to create the immortal puppets,” Loran explained. “They are not highly intelligent, but they are capable of executing simple exploration commands and can use secret techniques to provide real-time feedback on what they see and hear.”

"Most importantly, they bear the label of 'ascended beings,' which is perfect for us to see whether what awaits us behind the gates of the immortal realm is celestial nectar or a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire."

Having said that, he moved his divine sense slightly, and those "Immortal Probe Puppets" transformed into streams of light, blending into the light of those eagerly ascending God Emperors, and inconspicuously shot towards the slowly opening gate to the Immortal Realm.

Luo Hehuan waved her hand leisurely, and a light screen condensed from chaotic energy appeared in front of her. The light screen displayed blurry, jumping scenes, which was the first-person perspective that the "Immortal Explorers" were about to transmit back.

"Alright, Madam, please sit down." He pulled Xihuang down to sit, and a pot of celestial tea appeared before them, steaming hot. "Let's see what kind of 'immortal' place this so-called Immortal Realm is."

He took a sip of tea, his eyes gleaming with calculation and anticipation.

"If you feel right at home, then we can ascend to heaven later. If... hehe, then we might have to upgrade our 'All-People Joy Plan' and create a 'Celestial Realm Special Edition'."

Looking at him, who seemed so calm and collected, even plotting how to "trick" the Immortal Realm, Xihuang couldn't help but smile.

The gates to immortality have been opened, but Loran's "ascension" will obviously not be so simple.

A preliminary investigation into the immortal realm has quietly begun.

The beings in the celestial realm may not yet realize that what they are about to face is not only ascendants from the lower realms, but also a "trouble" that has already laid out contingency plans and habitually controls the overall situation.

.........................

Inside the "Hehua Zizaitian" (Hehua Zizaitian), Urban Loran raised his eyebrows in a strange manner, winking at Hehuan Loran.

"Will she run in the Western Wilderness?"

Hehuan Luolan looked at him speechlessly.

"You share memories with me, how could you not know that?"

“Alas! You’re wrong about that,” Urban Loran waved his hand. “When you reach our level of cultivation, you’re no longer confused about your self-awareness by simple memories.”

"Memories are memories, but there always feels like something's missing. Only you, the one who actually did it, have the right to speak on this!"

"Hiss~ If you insist on saying that..." Hehuan Luolan thought for a moment, then smiled and said with certainty, "In my harem, Xihuang is indeed the most successful one, even more successful than her sister Yingying!"

"Hmm...it seems my Bayonetta male and female versions are still lagging behind!" Urban Loran pondered. "I should add some more spice and give each of the guys I catch a Hundred Flowers Divine Light. That would surely give them an unparalleled surprise!"

"Sigh...is this a new person?"

At this moment, a man named Loran, dressed in Western-style plate armor but carrying a Chinese-style halberd and with feathers standing upright on his lion helmet, arrived at "Hehua Zizaitian".

Upon seeing Hehuan Loran and Dushi Loran, who were bragging and joking around, Knight Loran's eyes lit up. He quickly rushed forward, grasped their hands, and said affectionately.

"I have spent half my life wandering and have never met a wise ruler. If you do not abandon me, I am willing to take you two as my godfathers."

Hehuan Loran and Urban Loran shuddered. Oh my god, they actually encountered something evil in "Hehua Zizaitian"!

However, the moment the three came into contact, their memories began to be shared.

"No, are you crazy?!" Urban Loran, who had obtained Fengxian Loran's memories, fired the first shot.

“Exactly, exactly,” Hehuan Luolan wiped away imaginary cold sweat, “You scared me to death! To curse me with such a vicious curse, your heart is utterly wicked!”

"'Returning to the Source of Heaven'? How do you possess such bizarre demonic powers? You can even invoke causality when you worship a godfather?!"

"Isn't it good?" Lü Bu chuckled.

"The Mandate of Heaven is to return to the clan, which on the surface means that Heaven has ordained me to return to and strengthen any clan that accepts me, and that I am a successor blessed by the gods."

"But is it really true! Whose clan is this? After I join your clan, will you be the head clan or will I be the head clan?"

"Everything you own in the clan will ultimately belong to me under the witness of destiny. Isn't this a different kind of 'return of destiny to the clan'?"

Lü Bu, the General of the Vanguard, scoffed: "If it weren't for this supernatural power, where would I have gotten this armor and weapon? Not long ago, this body of mine was nothing more than a servant."

Chapter 239 The Godfather's Game: The Barbarians of Chitongchuan Use Sorcery, and the Golden Finch Flower, Loran, Displays Its Divine Power

As the golden sparrows descend to the west, smoke signals rise, and the northern barbarians peek southward, invading the border.

Barbarian sorcerers summon wind and rain, while imperial generals wield their halberds in the cold.

With fighting spirit soaring to the heavens, it shatters evil magic; with spiritual energy piercing the sun, it stabilizes the land.

Red Hare neighs in the wind, startling the barbarian cavalry; Fangtian Halberd guards the foreign lands.

The Golden Flower Empire, which had existed for over three hundred years, boasted a vast territory and numerous cities scattered like stars.

However, beyond the northern border, there are various barbarian tribes that do not submit to the king's rule and specialize in plundering.

Its people are not accustomed to etiquette and music, and are only fond of killing and warfare.

Among the tribes are extraordinary individuals: some berserkers can unleash their bloodline, their fighting spirit burning like blood flames, making them impervious to swords and axes; some great shamans can communicate with ancestral spirits, their spiritual power materializing, able to summon wind and rain, and command ferocious beasts.

In recent years, the various barbarian tribes have united under the leadership of Chief "Bonebreaker" Gol, and have repeatedly invaded the borders, causing immense suffering to the border people.

In late autumn, Gore, the chieftain of the Black Wolf tribe, "Bonebreaker," joined forces with a coalition of 50,000 troops from seven tribes and marched straight towards Chitongchuan, a key town on the northern border of the empire.

On this day, urgent reports from the border arrived at the Seventh Legion's headquarters like snowflakes. The legion's commander, Cassius Flavius ​​Marcus, was a veteran of the empire, over fifty years old, with his hair streaked with white, but his eyes still shone like an eagle's.

After reading the military report, he slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "The barbarian chieftain Gor has personally led 30,000 troops and has already crossed the Blackwater River, heading straight for the Red Copper River!"

He immediately ordered the Seventh Wolf Legion and all auxiliary forces to mobilize their 10,000 elite troops and rush to the aid of Chitongchuan under the cover of night.

Upon reaching the Red Copper River, they saw the barbarian army in formation:

Dark clouds loomed overhead, obscuring the sun; a north wind swept across the land, whipping up sand.

The barbarian soldiers arrayed themselves like wolves and tigers, their animal-skin banners obscuring the sky.

The giant Xiong Qiunuan standing at the front was none other than Chieftain Ming Gor.

On the left, a shaman raises his bone staff; on the right, a wolf rider exudes murderous intent.

Suddenly, a loud drumbeat rang out from the barbarian ranks, and dozens of berserkers leaped out bare-chested, their bodies covered in blood-red totems, their muscles bulging, their eyes turning bloodshot, wielding giant axes and heavy hammers, roaring as they charged forward!

The great shaman "Raven-Eyed" Modan raised his bone staff high, chanting incantations, and a surge of immense spiritual power shot straight into the sky. In an instant:

A chilling wind howls, causing even ghosts and gods to grieve; a black mist blankets the world, darkening the heavens and earth.

Countless ghosts appeared in mid-air, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on the imperial army.

The imperial soldiers, upon seeing this, were filled with dread. Cassius hastily ordered a volley of arrows, but the arrows pierced through the ghosts, having no effect whatsoever. Just as morale was about to crumble, a long roar suddenly erupted from the left flank, like a dragon's cry echoing through the heavens:

Cassius was about to give the order when suddenly a long roar came from the left wing, like a dragon's cry echoing through the heavens:

"Evil heretics dare to act so violently!"

How should a general at the forefront dress? As the saying goes:

He wore a red-tasseled crown and gleaming armor.

A scarlet cloak flutters in the wind, a lion-shaped belt binds a tiger's body.

His face was like jade, yet it held a murderous aura; his eyes were like bright stars, piercing with a cold light.

He sat astride the Red Hare, a magnificent steed, and wielded the halberd of Fangtian.

The general who arrived was none other than Loran Luciano Purbus, the deputy commander of the Imperial Cavalry!

This man's ancestors were descendants of people from the East. He led the remnants of his tribe to wander in the empire for five years, serving on the frontier. Due to his exceptional martial arts skills, he accumulated merits and rose to the rank of chief centurion.

Loran, a man of great strategy, saw the barbarians' arrogance today and immediately asked his superiors for permission to personally lead nearly two hundred of his own troops to defeat the enemy.

Loran observed the enemy's formation and saw the shaman performing a ritual, realizing that this was the key to the enemy's victory.

He then brandished his halberd, and his troops divided into three groups: one group of light cavalry drew their bows and arrows to shoot the wolf riders; another group of heavily armored soldiers with spears protected the flanks; and he led several dozen of his personal guards on fast horses, wearing light armor and carrying sharp blades, to circle around the formation and head straight for the shaman!

Loran's fighting spirit surged forth, and a silvery-white aura shot into the sky, rising straight like a plume of smoke.

He brandished his halberd and shouted sternly:

"Imperial warriors, follow me to vanquish the enemy!"

The sound was like thunder, suppressing the ghostly shrieks.

Loran spurred Red Hare forward, charging straight into the enemy ranks. Seeing the ferocity of the approaching general, the barbarian chieftain Gor hurriedly ordered his berserkers to intercept him. The three berserkers unleashed their blood-flame battle aura, their skin turning crimson like iron, and their battle axes and hammers slashed down with a whooshing sound.

"Even a grain of rice can shine?"

Loran laughed loudly, his battle aura condensing on his halberd, transforming into a three-zhang-long silver light. He then...

The halberd strikes like a dragon churning silver waves, its power piercing the heavens like a rainbow breaking through the nine skies.

One halberd pierced through the Blood Flame Armor, two halberds severed the barbarian's waist.

The three halberds swept across the land, changing the winds and clouds; barbarian warriors all fell at their feet.

Three berserkers couldn't even withstand a single blow from him!

Seeing this, the barbarian chieftain Gol hurriedly ordered his berserkers to charge forward, intending to break through the imperial central army.

Unexpectedly, Loran had made arrangements in advance. The Imperial javelin throwers lying in ambush behind the hillside shouted in unison, and hundreds of heavy javelins fell like locusts!

The javelin was designed to pierce heavy armor. Even though the berserkers were tough and thick-skinned, more than ten of them had their chests and abdomens pierced through, and their offensive was halted.

At this moment, Loran had already reached the shaman's front line.