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

In the cultivation world, Luo Lan achieved the position of Dao Lord, comprehended the Dao of Eternal Destruction, and transformed himself into the Void, bearing the destiny of the end of all things.

In the supernatural world of Loran, Yi ascended to an indescribable supreme divinity, capable of restarting the universe and returning it to nothingness with a single thought.

In the story of "Quick Transmigration to Loran," the path of the Corpse Immortal spread throughout the primordial world, eventually emerging from the true body of Pangu. Based on the corpse of an ancient god, it created a unique Nirvana Corpse Universe.

Pirate Loran, leading his green-skinned army whose power lies in their beliefs, has conquered the stars. His "I think" power has reached the incredible realm of being able to make his wishes come true and create all things with his thoughts.

Loran, from the caste world, rebelled once again from the Heavenly Path, pushing the Asura's fighting spirit to its peak, transforming into the ultimate fighting god who defied heaven and earth—the Great Asura.

Emperor Hehuan, Luolan, entered the Immortal Realm and attained the status of Immortal Lord. From then on, the Yin and Yang of the universe were in harmony, and all things flourished in accordance with his laws.

Emperor Loran, uniting humans and gods, embodies both the titles of emperor and father, and holds the reins of destiny.

The demon Loran, gathering the power of the ten progenitors, launched the final grand sacrifice, intending to ascend to the sole throne above the Great Dao...

Each Loran reached the pinnacle within their own worldview, achieving the limits of their respective system. However, that final step—completely transcending the framework of their own universe, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate—remained unfulfilled.

Type-Moon Loran, as a latecomer, has surpassed others and reached the forefront of all "Lorans" by virtue of its profound understanding of the origins and the mysterious method of "subtraction to emptiness".

He waited quietly, his gaze piercing through the endless void, watching the trajectory belonging to "pan-human history".

Until that day, he saw the orange-haired girl—the last Master of Human Order, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who, through countless sacrifices and protections, miraculously attained enlightenment and brought the chapter of Human Order's burning, which had been strengthened by Loran, to a final close.

At that moment, it was as if some kind of cosmic shackle had been broken!

The true spirit of Type-Moon Loran, now as vast as a real universe, resonated and trembled like never before.

He felt that the last ties that had bound him, the ties from the Type-Moon universe itself, were breaking apart inch by inch!

His true spirit, like a seed that has matured and separated from its mother, or a star that has broken free from the bondage of gravity, lightly and firmly "detached" from the womb of the Type-Moon universe.

In his perception, the Type-Moon universe behind him rapidly shrank and deformed, eventually transforming into a deep, chaotic, and endlessly rotating vortex—the ultimate manifestation of the root of all causes and effects in this universe!

"So... that's the essence of the root." A realization dawned on Loran's mind.

Following the mysterious and inextricable connections between countless "others and selfs" in the darkness, his true spirit crossed the void beyond which distance could not be described, and arrived at a familiar yet unfamiliar holy land—the Heaven of Others.

This is the convergence point of all Loran consciousness, their shared spiritual home. But this time, he was the first to truly "walk" into this place without relying on spatial authority or summoning, but rather on his own transcendent power.

A sudden inspiration struck, requiring no guidance. Loran of Type-Moon spontaneously formed a mysterious and indescribably exquisite hand seal, its subtlety a fraction of its true nature.

This mark embodies his understanding of all the laws of the universe, his desire for transcendence, and his ultimate interpretation of "freedom".

"Transformation...freedom!"

With this decree containing supreme Daoist wisdom, countless rays of light, indescribable in color and dazzling to the extreme, burst forth from the core of the Self-Transformation Heaven!

This is the light of transcendence, piercing through the barriers of concepts; this is the light of transcendence, illuminating the illusions ahead; this is the light of immortality, revealing the possibility of eternity!

These rays of light, as if possessing their own consciousness, shot precisely into the infinitely distant void, penetrating the core of every universe in which Loran resided, scattered throughout the myriad realms, reaching the deepest recesses of their true spirits.

In the Naruto universe, the Star God Loran looked up, his eyes sparkling with starlight.

In the Death universe, the whispers of the Outer God Loran transformed into a long, knowing sigh.

Within the Universe of One, the Heavenly Court Lord Loran put down the Jade Tablet of Creation in his hand.

Urban fantasy, Battle Through the Heavens, Godslayer, Ancient Chen, Cultivation, Supernatural, Quick Transmigration, One Piece, Caste, Hehuan, Emperor, Demons... All universes, all those who have reached the pinnacle of Loran, no matter what they are doing, are all shaken to their core at this moment!

That final, invisible yet solid shackle that bound them, preventing them from truly escaping their own universe, was instantly broken at this moment!

"I see……"

"My path has been completed!"

"Transcendence begins today!"

Countless sighs of emotion resounded simultaneously in different universes.

In the next instant, all the true spirits of Loran felt that irresistible call to return to their origin.

Their true spirits, like rivers flowing into the sea, transformed into streams of light, rising from their respective universes, transcending the absolute boundaries of time and space, and entering their common destination—the Heaven of Others!

Countless streams of true spirit light converged and merged here. The true spirit of Type-Moon Loran served as the catalyst and core, blending seamlessly with the true spirits of all other Lorans, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

"So...we were originally one. As long as any one of us is the first to achieve the ultimate transcendence, it will be like toppling the first domino, opening the gateway to the highest realm for all of us!" The fused will exclaimed, filled with relief and boundless joy.

All the true spirits merged completely, transforming into an ultimate primordial spirit whose vastness and magnificence were indescribable! Its light illuminated every corner of the consciousness space, and its power fluctuations were enough to make any universe tremble.

At the same time, the entire Otherworldly Realm began to tremble and contract, with endless energy and laws converging towards the center, eventually transforming into... the shape of Loran!

This "body" formed by the Paranirmitavasavartin and the "ultimate primordial spirit" formed by the fusion of all true spirits are perfectly and completely integrated into one!

The disinfectant smells somewhat pungent.

Loran slowly opened her eyes. What came into view was a white ceiling, and what she heard was the regular beeping of medical instruments.

"Where am I...?"

His consciousness was still somewhat hazy, and memories of "Luo Lan, an ordinary college student in a modern city" surged in like a tide, intertwining and colliding with countless memories of traversing the heavens and reaching the pinnacle.

"The patient is awake! The patient is awake!" A young female voice rang out with surprise. It was the nurse in charge of changing the dressing. She hurriedly turned around and ran to call the doctor.

Loran tried to organize his thoughts. The last memory this body had was of that out-of-control truck... the moment it was propelled into the air by the Great Wall.

Soon, the doctor arrived and conducted a series of examinations. His face was filled with disbelief: "A miracle! It's simply a medical miracle! Such severe injuries, yet he woke up so quickly, and his vital signs are so stable..."

Amid the doctors' and nurses' exclamations, Lorraine remained silent.

Night fell, and he was left alone in the ward. A strange sense of unease and emptiness welled up inside him.

Could it be that... all of that, that magnificent universe, that boundless scenery at the summit, that supreme power comparable to the origin... was just a long and vivid dream on the verge of death?

Do not!impossible!

Every detail of those worlds, every breakthrough insight, every enemy's face, and the eyes of friends (perhaps some?) are so clear, so real! It's something an ordinary college student could never have imagined out of thin air!

Lorraine suddenly raised his hand and made a gun gesture towards the empty wall of the ward.

His thoughts naturally began to sketch out the simplest and most basic magic model—a curse technique from the Type-Moon world called "Yin Qi Bullet".

It condenses high-density magic into a projectile, which carries a curse effect that causes the target's bodily functions to decline. Its origins can be traced back to ancient Norse magic.

He operated according to his memory... At first, nothing happened. However, just as he was about to give up—

A faint, yet undeniably real and familiar flow of energy suddenly surged from the depths of his body! It converged at his fingertips along some mysterious path!

An energy pellet the size of a fist, shrouded in ominous black mist, appeared out of thin air and struck the opposite wall with a faint whooshing sound!

A clear hole with charred edges appeared on the wall!

Deathly silence.

Then, Loran burst into a deep and hearty laugh!

"Haha...hahaha...it's not fake! It's not fake! Everything I've experienced is real!!"

Laughter echoed in the quiet ward, filled with an indescribable excitement and relief.

He quickly calmed down and began to carefully perceive himself.

A stream of power, though infinitesimally weaker than billions of times, yet strangely familiar, was slowly awakening from the depths of his soul, flowing through this mortal body.

The wounds on my body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the feeling of weakness was replaced by a feeling of full strength.

"So, my current situation isn't just a pipe dream, but more like... dimensional ascension? Or rather, I've arrived at the foundation of all universes, the true 'real world'?" Loran stroked the charred hole in the wall, feeling the real yet greatly suppressed power within him, pondering to himself.

A sense of enlightenment came over me.

This is not the end, nor even the beginning of the end, but merely the end of the beginning.

All glory and power were reduced to zero and suppressed the moment they stepped into this "realm of reality." But the flame remained, and the path was open.

A familiar smile, brimming with boundless wildness and fighting spirit, appeared on Loran's lips.

"Hmph, it's just... a new journey!"

He looked out the window; the neon lights of the city illuminated the night sky. It was an ordinary world, yet full of unknowns.

"The long pass through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning!"

"The Real World... I've arrived!"