Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game-Chapter 421: The Chaos Realm Lord Arrives

Empty, the auction hall that was fully seated just minutes ago now only has Chen Lan. He calmly approached the area below the auction stage, where there were hundreds of cages, each holding slaves with different appearances.

The moment Chen Lan descended, every slave went silent, curling up in the corners of their cages, trembling. Some even covered their mouths, fearing they might scream, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

They mistook Chen Lan for the one who captured them, fearing his mistreatment, so they did not dare to make a sound.

Chen Lan glanced around and found that the slaves auctioned moments ago were not entirely sold. At least half of them he had never seen before, including slaves of a peculiar race with a human upper body and a lion’s lower body, slaves with bird heads and human bodies with wings on their backs, and small, delicate girls with cat ears and tails that looked cute.

"The Chaotic Realm truly is chaotic, so many races captured and auctioned as slaves," Chen Lan murmured, and with a flick of his fingers, all the locks on the cages shattered instantly, and the shackles on all the slaves broke open, restoring their freedom!

Seeing the shackles break, each slave was astounded, and when the cage doors opened widely, they were eager to move!

In the next second, the Soul Dao Power rippled out, and the Soul Marks in their souls instantly vanished, freeing them from anyone’s control.

"From now on, you have regained your freedom. Leave this place," Chen Lan said calmly. By killing that little Qin and the Taoist Saint, he had already offended the Chaotic Realm, and now by releasing all the slaves, he had completely made them his enemy.

The slaves were skeptical of Chen Lan’s words until the first slave rushed out of the cage. When Chen Lan did not stop him, and he left safely, the others were thrilled and ran out in a frenzy, except for the Powerless Desolate Body, the naturally charming bodies, and the Witch who stayed back. They recognized him as their buyer and dared not flee.

"You, leave ten drops of Essence Blood, and you can leave," Chen Lan said, looking at the naturally charming body.

The Forbidden Heaven Old Demon had said that setting up the formation required only ten drops of Essence Blood.

The woman heard this and immediately bit her tongue, releasing ten drops of pure Essence Blood, which floated before Chen Lan, then left weakly but happily.

Seeing this, Chen Lan sent a wave of Life Energy into the woman’s body to help her recover.

"Thank you for saving me," the woman said shakily before kneeling and kowtowing loudly to Chen Lan, then leaving.

The Essence Blood at the tip of the tongue is the most vital and pure blood in every cultivator or person, losing even one drop leads to weakness, let alone ten drops. Without rejuvenating medicine, it could be lethal; Chen Lan’s act was saving her.

"As for you, submit to me," Chen Lan said, looking at the Powerless Desolate Body. This person’s physique was special; if nurtured well, he could become a valuable aide, impossible to let go.

Hearing this, the Powerless Desolate Body’s body trembled, understanding that he was no match for Chen Lan. To survive, he could only submit, obediently kneeling and acknowledging his master.

Chen Lan inscribed his Soul Mark in his mind and bestowed a name—Li Jue.

Finally, Chen Lan looked at the Witch, who also looked back at him, eyes devoid of fear and despair, instead showing a carefree attitude that saw through life and death!

"Are you not afraid of me?" Chen Lan asked with a faint smile.

"Fear? What of it? You can kill or butcher me as you please. I have already poisoned myself, if you dare defile me, you will die horribly," the Witch said coldly, without any emotion.

Chen Lan’s lips twitched a bit, not expecting this woman to be so ruthless, actually poisoning herself internally; deservedly of the Demon Race, indeed cruel and heartless in her actions.

"You may go, don’t get captured again," Chen Lan said calmly.

But such simple words caused the Witch’s heart to tremble, her pupils narrowing.

"What is it?" Chen Lan asked, puzzled, noticing that the Witch’s expression seemed off.

"Nothing," the Witch shook her head and walked straight to the exit, but stopped halfway, turning back to take a deep look at Chen Lan’s back.

This back matched a back she could never forget in her memories, making her feel a familiar sense.

Too similar, in both tone and stance, just like the Demon Emperor, yet, unfortunately, he was not the Demon Emperor.

She had lived for millions of years and had seen the face of the Demon Emperor before her own eyes; it was also the Demon Emperor who had pulled her from the Abyss. Were it not for the Demon Emperor, she might have long since perished.

Back then, the Demon Emperor spoke the exact same words as this man had, which was why she had just lost her composure.

When the Witch departed, the Forbidden Heaven Old Demon in the World Map emerged, sighing long, "Didn’t expect her to grow so much, nearly didn’t recognize her."

"You know her?" Chen Lan asked curiously.

"Of course, this little girl was personally brought back by you, the Demon Emperor, a million years ago. Not just her, but everyone bearing hatred and without hope for the future was brought back by you, the Demon Emperor. You gave them hope, the ability to live again."

Hearing this, Chen Lan was slightly taken aback. How many things had he done in his first life? Each alone could shock him.

He was called the Demon Emperor, yet nothing he did was evil, rather good deeds.

"Her cultivation had been abolished, yet she’s lived for millions of years?!" Suddenly, Chen Lan realized something peculiar: the Witch had no cultivation left, so how did she live until now?

It seemed she had been captured for a long time because one cannot extinguish hope for survival in a short time. Only long-term suffering leads to gradual despair.

Therefore, he deduced that the Witch had likely been captured for a very long time.

"The Demon Race’s Eternity, that’s not just a simple phrase, but a cultivation technique you left behind, allowing the entire Demon Race to be immortal," the Forbidden Heaven Old Demon said.

Chen Lan was taken by surprise. A cultivation technique he left behind, allowing the Demon Race to be immortal!

"Demon Emperor, please find your Dao Physique as soon as possible, I can’t wait to see the day when our Demon Race revives and reigns over the Desolate Celestial Realm again!" The Forbidden Heaven Old Demon suddenly laughed, crazily, like a madman.

"I will," Chen Lan nodded, as soon as he rescued the Underworld’s people, he would immediately seek the Ten Thousand Demon Forbidden Area, discover his Dao Physique, as all secrets’ truths lay within it.

"You young one, did you ask me before you killed my people?"

Suddenly, a low, magnetic voice echoed through.

Chen Lan instantly summoned the Flame Thunder Spear, alertly watching his surroundings. His Divine Sense hadn’t detected anyone; this person was beyond his Divine Sense range yet could transmit their voice so far—stronger than him!

"Who are you, the one whose people I killed?" Chen Lan asked in confusion but was suddenly astonished. If he killed his people, wouldn’t that make him the Chaos Realm Lord?

"Interesting, you kill my people, and yet ask who I am."

Suddenly, a terrifyingly powerful pressure suddenly descended, making Chen Lan bend over sharply, almost kneeling.

Dao Emperor strength!

It truly was the Chaos Realm Lord!