He was certain, this was him, or rather his first life, because there was no such scene in the mory of his second life!
Where is this place, and why would his first life appear here?
"This is the Battle of the Desolate Domain."
At this mont, a voice sounded behind Chen Lan. He turned around suddenly, not knowing when an elderly man in a white robe, stroking his long white beard, had appeared, smiling at him.
The surrounding illusion seed frozen in ti, no longer moving.
"Senior," Chen Lan bowed with clenched fists. The elder in front of him must be soone from this great battle; otherwise, he wouldn’t have pulled him into this illusion.
"Indeed, you have a very strong comprehension. You only needed a single try to comprehend the stone tablet and enter my illusion space." The elder was very pleased, finding Chen Lan young and exceptionally perceptive—taking him as a disciple would be perfect.
Yet Chen Lan ignored him, instead pointing to his first life, and asked, "Excuse , do you know who he is? The man wielding the Black-Red Treasure Sword, emitting black aura, like a god of slaughter, handso and dashing, with eyes as red as fire."
Though his words contained so self-praise, it was undeniable, he was indeed handso.
The elder didn’t realize that was Chen Lan’s first life. Following the direction of his finger, the elder’s eyes revealed a hint of reminiscence, and he let out a heavy sigh.
"That man is soone whom the entire Desolate Celestial Realm is reluctant to ntion, simply because he is too terrifying. A million years ago, during the Ancient Immortal Era, many Emperors arose, including him. His origins are mysterious, only known to have co with a teor from outside skies, rising swiftly to power, slaughtering countless talents, and successfully ascending as Emperor. His na is—Demon Emperor!"
As the words fell, Chen Lan’s heart trembled, and this heart was a Demon Heart!
The Demon Heart seed thrilled to hear this, perhaps happy to hear soone praising him?
Truly a narcissistic heart.
"The Demon Emperor, is he very powerful?" Chen Lan asked.
"Powerful, extraordinarily so, he doesn’t belong to this world; even the Heavenly Dao cannot touch him. No one in the Desolate Celestial Realm was his match, not even other Emperors. A saying is passed down: see the Demon Emperor, submit and live, resist and die. All who have seen him either beca his servants or perished!"
"You must know, the Demon race was created by him."
Upon hearing this, Chen Lan’s heart quivered, his own heart this ti!
The Demon Race was created by the Demon Emperor; before he ca to the Desolate Celestial Realm, there was no Demon Race?!
He turned abruptly to look at the Demon Emperor; who is this being that can create a race? Is he the Creator God?
He originally thought his first life was extraordinary, as the Emperor of the Demon Race, but unexpectedly, more extraordinary is the creation of the Demon Race by him. Without him, there would be no Demon Race; this race was created by him!
"Upon arriving in the Desolate Celestial Realm, the Demon Emperor began teaching and accepting disciples. His cultivation technique is extrely evil, involving either blood-sucking or at-eating, consuming the flesh of other species. Such simple and brutal techniques tempted countless people; one only needed to simply kill n, ghosts, fairies, or demons to beco the strongest. Who wouldn’t want that?"
Then the elder slowly began recounting the stories of those days.
Back then, the Demon Emperor declared he was founding the Demon Sect, recruiting disciples extensively, and when he revealed the sect’s technique, the Desolate Celestial Realm was in an uproar. Countless people were amazed that such an extraordinary technique was being selflessly passed on by the Demon Emperor!
Whether prestigious sects, Buddhist Sect, or Taoist Sect, all those who self-proclaid righteousness were also yearning for the Demon Emperor’s cultivation technique, wanting to obtain it. They disguised themselves to attend the disciple-acceptance ceremony, but were shocked to discover that the Demon Emperor had no acceptance ceremonies; practicing the cultivation technique made one a disciple of the sect!
This event caused a sensation, thousands were in uproar; wasn’t it simply giving away the technique? Practice it and leave; isn’t that feasible? Consequently, mbers of all sects or clans joined the Demon Sect, comprehending the cultivation technique and attempting to practice it and run. Especially many were from the Buddhist Sect; those who self-proclaid not to kill shalessly practiced the Evil Technique—it was truly ironic.
Eventually, most people who comprehended the technique left without staying in the Demon Sect, and the Demon Emperor said nothing.
Yet just as everyone thought they got away with it, a startling secret was revealed, terrifying everyone.
All who comprehended the Demon Technique already had Soul Marks planted by the Demon Emperor, unable to betray him for life; any impure thoughts would be imdiately punished.
That day, innurable individuals attempted to betray the Demon Emperor, instantly suffering the agony of thousands of ants gnawing at their hearts, a fate worse than death, each in despair.
That was also the day the Demon Realm was born!
During those days, the Demon Emperor discovered a treasured place, establishing the Demon Realm; anyone practicing the Demon Technique could join and beco part of the Demon Race. On the birth day of the Demon Realm, the creation of the Demon Race occurred, the Demon Emperor becoming the master of a realm and the king of a race.
In just a few days, the Demon Race beca the largest in number, the Demon Emperor the most frightening existence in the world, with none daring to provoke him, nor being capable of opposing him.
"But how does soone so mighty die?" Chen Lan asked, his heart full of confusion.
His first life was so terrifying; why would he die, only to reincarnate into Ye Lan in the second life?
"He didn’t die, he just disappeared." The elder sighed again, "This very battle in the Desolate Domain happened when a world nad Celestial Domain sent nurous enemies to capture the Demon Emperor. The Desolate Celestial Realm was forced into war, countless died, especially the Demon Race suffered the most, nearly extinct, everyone blad the Demon Emperor—if not for him, the Desolate Celestial Realm wouldn’t have faced such conflict."
"Yet the Demon Emperor was too strong, everyone was angry but dared not speak out, until five years later, soone realized the Demon Emperor hadn’t appeared for long, spying at the cost of life discovered he disappeared, not seen for five years. People thought he was in seclusion; another five years passed as they kept probing, ultimately confirming the Demon Emperor indeed vanished. The four races of fairies, demons, humans, and ghosts simultaneously attacked the Demon Race, which had dwindled to less than ten thousand from the great battle, unable to withstand the assault of four races."
"Finally, the Demon Realm was broken apart, and that place beca known as the Ten Thousand Demon Forbidden Area, but the Demon Race persisted, many still alive in the world, awaiting the Demon Emperor’s return."
"The Demon Emperor is eternal, the Demon Race cannot die!"
Speaking the last sentence, the elder’s emotion was intense, giving Chen Lan a slight shock; could this elder be a mber of the Demon Race too?
"Senior, are you also from the Demon Race?"
"Of course, I am an Array Master, the strongest Array Master of the Demon Race, widely known in the Demon Realm as—Forbidden Heaven Old Demon."
"Because I once imprisoned the Heavenly Dao!"
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