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

He decided to abandon these relatively "safe" areas and venture into the unruly and truly unknown wasteland of the underworld.

The deeper you go, the harsher the environment becomes.

The deathly aura was so dense it was almost tangible, eroding the protective immortal light. Invisible "turbulent currents of law" began to appear in the void, sometimes reversing gravity, sometimes folding space, creating an extremely dangerous situation.

He even saw some enormous, incomprehensible wreckage, half-buried in the underworld, exuding a chilling ancient aura.

In this desolate and lifeless land, he encountered that eerie army of ghosts. They numbered in the thousands, marching in orderly formations in silence.

These ghostly soldiers were not illusory ghosts, but ancient corpses clad in ancient and tattered armor, their skin withered yet exuding an eerie metallic luster, and their eye sockets flickering with ghostly green flames.

What is most unsettling is that their movements subtly carry the coordination and discipline of the living, and one can even sense a concentrated, menacing aura of military formation, which is completely out of place in this desolate underworld.

The Flying Fairy concealed his presence and observed in secret. He discovered that these ghostly soldiers were guarding a huge coffin in the center, made of an unknown black metal. The coffin was covered with twisted, writhing runes that seemed to be alive, constantly drawing in the surrounding ghostly death energy.

"Such a display is no ordinary ghostly feat; it may be related to the 'Ten Capitals'!" Without further hesitation, the Flying Fairy revealed herself and proclaimed loudly, "You ghostly soldiers ahead, halt! I am the Heavenly Master of Exorcism, appointed by Heaven, and I must examine what you are protecting!"

The procession of ghostly soldiers came to an abrupt halt, countless pairs of eerie green eyes fixed on the Fairy Flying, a chilling killing intent instantly spreading through the air. However, they did not attack, but instead firmly protected the coffin.

Just as Fairy Fei was about to force her way through, the lid of the black coffin suddenly shot into the sky!

A nauseating stench and an extremely foul odor erupted, and a figure slowly rose upright from the coffin.

It was in human form, but its skin constantly oozed a thick, murky yellow liquid, like melted amber, dripping onto the ground and corroding the underworld, causing it to hiss and emit white smoke.

The liquid covered its entire body, obscuring its features, revealing only a pair of emotionless eyes composed purely of yellowish, murky light.

“Disturbing… peace… death…” The hoarse, distorted voice seemed to come from the deepest part of the Netherworld.

Flying Fairy dared not be negligent and immediately used the "Supreme Nine Primordial Evil-Breaking Divine Light" from the "Three Days Righteous Law" to unleash a dazzling, clear light like a heavenly sword!

However, when the divine light touched the yellow liquid, it melted instantly, like ice and snow meeting boiling water, without harming it in the slightest!

"What?!" Fairy Fei was shocked. She successively used lightning magic, fire talismans, restrictions, and sound swords, but no matter what kind of supernatural power she used, once it got close, it was silently melted and swallowed by that strange yellow liquid!

"Yellow Springs... the annihilation of all laws..." the strange corpse declared indifferently, and then took the initiative to attack.

Its movements appeared slow, but were actually as fast as a ghost. Yellow liquid condensed into tentacles and sharp blades, attacking relentlessly. Each strike carried a terrifying power that eroded the foundation of one's Dao and corrupted one's immortal essence.

The various supernatural powers that the Flying Fairy relied on to achieve her Dao were almost rendered ineffective. She could only rely on her exquisite movements and instinct for danger to dodge in a sorry state. Her protective immortal light was flickering and her Daoist robe was corroded with several holes. Her situation was extremely precarious.

Left with no other choice, he had to bring out the item personally bestowed upon him by Emperor Haochen—the Celestial Master's Five Thunder Token!

"The mighty power of Heaven, summoned by thunder! By decree!"

The Five Thunder Token unleashed unprecedentedly brilliant lightning, like a pure blazing sun rising in this eternal night of the underworld!

The supremely yang and powerful thunderous force of the immortal abode erupted, finally temporarily forcing back the monstrous corpse from the Yellow Springs. The lightning scorched the yellow liquid on its body, causing it to sizzle and emit thick smoke.

At the very moment when the lightning was at its most intense, the Fairy saw the true face that was briefly revealed beneath the liquid—a majestic old man's face covered with lividity and with empty eyes!

"The Xuanqiong Immortal Dynasty... the old emperor?! It's you?!" Fairy Fei was struck dumb, her mind reeling.

This once-famous overlord, who had met him once, ruled Liuzhou and was renowned for his power, had ended up in such a state, transformed into such a terrifying monster!

Just as he lost his composure due to this shocking discovery, another unexpected event occurred!

Deeper into the darkness of the underworld, a violent red-haired whirlwind suddenly arose without warning!

The wind carried the same ominous aura as the late-life misfortunes of the Qingxiao Palace's past masters, and several strange figures covered in thick red hair and with twisted bodies appeared and disappeared in the wind.

They exuded a frenzied malice, their cold gazes fixed on Fei Xianzi, especially the Celestial Master's Five Thunder Token in his hand, as if they had seen an enemy or... prey!

The fairy's body was agitated by the red-haired whirlwind, and fine red hair began to grow on it as well.

Fei Xianzi was greatly shocked: "I have changed my cultivation method and received the Emperor's blessing to cleanse the evil power, so how can there still be a curse?"

Ahead lay the terrifying, unharmable Yellow Spring Corpse, and to the side a strange, red-haired monster, seemingly connected to the patriarch. Adding to this the unfathomable, unknown Netherworld that even the Emperor feared… Fairy Fei instantly realized that this place was a dead end, one that could not be fought against, much less linger!

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, fiercely activated the Five Thunder Token, and unleashed the last vast sea of ​​thunder to temporarily block the four directions. Then, he transformed into an extremely swift beam of light, and without looking back, he fled back along the increasingly unstable Netherworld rift in the direction he had come from!

Breaking out of the rift and returning to the mortal realm, feeling the familiar spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Fairy Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her expression remained extremely solemn.

The journey to the underworld not only failed to provide answers, but instead revealed a terrifying iceberg, exposing an even darker and more despairing abyss beneath.

Chapter 266 Demons and Monsters in Chaos: The Emperor Battles the Ancestor

Upon returning to the human realm, the fairy tidied her clothes, burned incense, and bathed before beginning to pray to the heavens in the name of her celestial master.

He reported in detail to Emperor Haochen what he had seen in the netherworld, especially the old emperor of the Xuanqiong Immortal Dynasty who had turned into a strange corpse in the Yellow Springs, and the red-haired monster that was suspected to be related to the founder of Qingxiao Palace.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor remained silent for a long time.

The information brought back by the Fairy Flying was like a pebble thrown into a fog. In the past, searching for "Shidu" always involved directly tracing back to the ethereal source of "evil energy," which naturally made it difficult to find any trace of it.

But now, a clear "coordinate" has emerged—the Xuanqiong Old Emperor who has turned into a monstrous corpse in the Yellow Springs!

"The Xuanqiong Immortal Dynasty... although not my direct lineage, when it was founded, it offered sacrifices to me from afar, regarding me as one of its guardian deities, and enjoying the power of its incense offerings. This causal connection means that even if its form is strange, as long as time is not long, the secrets of heaven may not be completely severed!" A glint flashed in Emperor Haochen's eyes as he found a new breakthrough.

He no longer attempted to directly capture the hidden true form of "Ten Capitals," but instead used the Old Emperor Xuanqiong as a medium, relying on that faint yet real thread of faith and causality, supplemented by the Supreme Deduction Technique, to trace its current location and state with all his might.

"Summon my beloved minister Xuanji!" The Emperor issued a decree, stating that in the celestial realm, apart from himself, the Lord of the Stars, Elder Xuanji, should be the leader, and therefore he needed the other party's help.

Upon receiving the Emperor's decree, Elder Xuanji arrived swiftly. Upon hearing the Emperor's request, a strange and secretly pleased glint briefly flashed in Elder Xuanji's eyes, but he concealed it well, and the Emperor, busy with his preparations, remained unaware.

"As you command!" Elder Xuanji bowed respectfully, like the most loyal subject.

The deduction process was extremely difficult, as if countless distorting forces were interfering with and obscuring the secrets of heaven. However, with the assistance of the Elder Xuanji, the Emperor ultimately gained some insights.

In the darkness, the Emperor could sense that the old emperor's existence had been distorted, enveloped and assimilated by an extremely vast and dark will.

But with his cultivation and perseverance that surpassed that of ordinary immortals and gods, he finally caught a clear clue in the chaotic and confusing fog of heavenly secrets—a clue pointing to the deepest and darkest unknown area of ​​the underworld, a forbidden place that even the underground masters kept to themselves.

Given the gravity of the matter and sensing the extraordinary danger involved, Emperor Haochen decided to go personally.

He didn't make a big fuss; he simply went alone, carrying his natal immortal artifact, the "Haotian Mirror," and once again stepped into the Netherworld.

Following the deduction guide, he traversed the "Silent Wind Belt" and the "Sea of ​​No Light," which even the Underground Lords dared not easily set foot in. Finally, in an absolutely dark area where even time and space seemed to be frozen, he saw a towering and eerie plateau.

The plateau was dark red all over, as if it were made of congealed blood and the remains of countless worlds, exuding an ancient and ominous aura that made one's heart tremble.

At the summit of the plateau, flat as a mirror, stand ten enormous stone coffins!

Emperor Haochen stood atop the Ten Calamities Plateau, his immortal light fiercely clashing with the surrounding viscous darkness, emitting a faint burning sound. His divine sense, like invisible tentacles, cautiously swept over the ten stone coffins surrounded by ominous rhythms.

The sensation was clear and unmistakable—within four of the coffins, a powerful, surging aura, active and malevolent, was emanating from them, like four dormant, ancient beasts that had awakened.

The other six mouths, however, had dim and ethereal auras, as if they were empty, or the beings within them were still dormant and did not pose an immediate threat.

"Four Venerable Ones..." the Emperor thought to himself. Although the pressure was great, it was still within a controllable range.

If a swift victory can be achieved, suppressing or severely injuring these four known progenitors, the power of the "Ten Capitals" can be greatly weakened.

Just as he locked his divine sense onto the four coffins and was on full alert, a sudden change occurred!

The lids of the four coffins slid open silently.

The first figure to step forward was shrouded in an endless, surging crimson curse, its whispers directly eroding the soul.

Next came the presence of a filthy, deep pool of liquid flowing around it, its putrid stench nauseating.

The third one was a moving expanse of absolute whiteness, in which even the concept of "existence" became blurred.

The last one was covered with ever-changing, dark purple spots, and everything in sight was distorted, including space and perception.

Looking at these four unknown and terrifying beings who defied the laws of heaven and were extremely ferocious, the Emperor felt a sense of unease, but his perfect face still wore a calm and composed smile.

"How should I address you all?" the Emperor asked.

Several monsters also answered the Emperor's questions.

"The progenitor of the red-haired people."

"The Black Blood Progenitor".

"The progenitor of the White Demons".

"The Purple Spot Ancestor."

The Emperor's expression was strange, and he hesitated before speaking.

"Your naming styles are quite unique!"

In some unknown place, Loran's true spirit rolled its eyes dramatically.

"Ask the Red-Haired Ancestor about naming styles; I'm just paying homage to the classics in cosplay!"

Four terrifying primordial auras intertwined, forming a net that instantly enveloped the entire plateau.

"Your Majesty... instead of enjoying blessings in your Lingxiao Palace, why have you come here to die?" The red-haired ancestor spoke in a hoarse voice, with a mocking tone like a cat playing with a mouse.

Emperor Haochen's expression turned solemn. He held the Haotian Mirror in his hand, its light surging like a tide, resisting the pervasive and eerie erosion. His voice was icy: "You wicked creatures, you have brought calamity to the Three Realms. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and eradicate your roots!"

"To act on behalf of Heaven? Heaven too will decay!" The entity flowing with filthy liquid grumbled a mocking laugh.

No further words were needed; the great battle erupted instantly!

The Emperor unleashed the full power of the Haotian Mirror, and the "Primordial Divine Light" swept across all directions like a sword that split the heavens and the earth! With his unparalleled cultivation and the power of the supreme treasure, he fought the four Primordial Ancestors to a standstill.

The crimson curse crashed against the mirror like a tsunami, the filthy liquid transformed into a ferocious beast that kept biting, the absolute paleness eroded the light and the laws, and the dark marks continued to interfere with the emperor's perception and judgment.

The aftershocks of the battle shook the netherworld, the distant ghost realm collapsed, the River of Oblivion flowed backward, and countless ancient beings were awakened, trembling in fear.

The Emperor fought with increasing ferocity, and the mirror light shone ever brighter. He gradually suppressed the combined attack of the four Ancestors. He even glimpsed an opportunity and prepared to use his killing move to defeat one of them first!

In his mind, there were only four enemies.

Just as the Emperor gathered all his strength, and the Haotian Mirror light was about to transform into a destructive torrent, crashing towards the ancestor flowing with filthy liquid—

The change was beyond his comprehension!

The coffin, which he had always considered "empty" or "dormant," exuding an aura that caused all things to wither, suddenly opened its lid without warning, as if it were a phantom!

A turbid stream, condensed to its extreme and seemingly gathered from all the "ends" of the world, silently coalesced into a death halberd!

This attack did not originate from energy fluctuations, but directly acted on the level of laws, altering the concepts of "distance" and "defense." It suddenly erupted at the most critical moment when his old power was exhausted, his new power had not yet been generated, and all his mind was locked on the four progenitors!

"laugh--!"

A soft sound, like the tearing of cloth, rang out.

Emperor Haochen trembled violently, looking down in disbelief. He saw that the turbid halberd had somehow pierced through layers of celestial light and deeply penetrated his imperial body!

An unprecedented, intractable corrosive force targeting the very essence of immortality spread and wreaked havoc within his body like billions of poisonous insects!

"The fifth one...?!" The Emperor's mind was reeling. He finally realized that he had made a fatal mistake—he had been deceived and had underestimated his enemy!

The protective immortal light shattered, the Dao foundation was damaged, and the strange turbid power continued to erode it.

The Emperor acted decisively, forcefully drawing upon his remaining magical power and burning his very essence to unleash the final, blazing divine light from the Haotian Mirror, forcing back the five progenitors who had seized the opportunity to attack.

Even after finding the location of the plateau, He sent a high-level distress signal to the heavens.

After all, according to the style of the Heavenly Realm, finding the source of so many strange things requires this peerless Immortal Emperor to come alone.

Sending someone with lower cultivation levels won't work; no scout will be effective. Bringing a large force will only create too much noise and alert the enemy.

But then the enemy was discovered, and the Heavenly Army was mobilized, with everyone fighting the demons side by side.

He only needs to stall his opponent until reinforcements from the Heavenly Realm arrive, at which point the situation may turn around. It is only because the Emperor is confident in his cultivation and invincible throughout the Three Realms that he dares to take such a risk.

However, after the signal was sent out, the feedback was an unusual sluggishness, as if the celestial response mechanism had become incredibly slow and sluggish.

"Why is the Heavenly Realm reacting so slowly?" A huge question arose in the Emperor's mind, but the thought was fleeting, as the life-or-death crisis before him did not allow him to think about it in detail.

Taking advantage of the brief moment gained by self-destructing part of its essence, it transformed into a mournful stream of light, carrying its heavily wounded body that was constantly being eroded by the power of "end," tearing through the barrier of the underworld and fleeing in panic.

On the plateau, the figures of the five progenitors slowly disappeared back into their coffins, while the sixth coffin, which remained motionless to this day, remained silent.

The eerie plateau where the ten ancestral coffins were buried gradually disappeared into the thick fog of the underworld, vanishing without a trace.

Chapter 267 Demons and Monsters in Chaos: Demons Devour Immortals

When Emperor Haochen returned to the Miro Heavenly Palace, his figure was no longer as towering and imposing as before.

His steps carried a barely perceptible unsteadiness, and beneath the majestic imperial aura that commanded the submission of all immortals, there was a faint, chilling stillness, like a bone-deep infection—the traces of the Yellow Springs' power eroding him.

Before he could even step into the Lingxiao Palace, he stumbled and nearly fell, but was fortunately caught by his trusted attendant.

"Your Majesty!" the attendant exclaimed, feeling only the coldness of the Emperor's celestial body when he touched it, a stark contrast to the Emperor's usual warm and jade-like demeanor, which was brimming with boundless vitality.

"It's alright... I need to immediately go into seclusion to suppress the alien forces." The Emperor's voice was low, filled with suppressed pain and exhaustion. "Order the four Heavenly Gates to close their doors tightly and activate the highest restriction of the Zhou Tian Star Array! Without my decree, no one is allowed to leave the Heavenly Realm, nor are they allowed to... enter easily!" He spoke the last sentence with unusual solemnity.

The attendant obeyed and left, but a shadow fell over his heart. The Emperor had never felt so threatened.