Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game-Chapter 447: Brother Ye, I’m Sorry, Little Die Was Useless
In the dark space.
Ye Lan, to be precise, the Ye Lan of the first life, forced a smile as she walked towards Little Butterfly, her eyes reflecting guilt.
"Brother Ye, what are you talking about?" Little Butterfly asked in confusion, still unaware that this place was an illusion, a memory she had lost long ago and had been desperately searching for.
Ye Lan remained silent, pointing with a finger, causing Little Butterfly’s memories to rapidly recover. Her pupils slowly contracted, shifting from confusion to pain, and finally to firm clarity!
"I’m sorry, forgive me, Little Butterfly," Ye Lan sighed, his tone filled with deep guilt.
A million years ago, he heard of the legendary Undying Butterfly Empress, also known as the Spirit-Connected Butterfly Empress, who possessed the characteristic of bestowing new abilities upon magical treasures, known as soul treasures. He went to the Netherworld to find the Spirit-Connected Butterfly Empress.
When he found her, she was already on the brink of death, engaged in battle with another demon beast. Upon seeing him, she did not resist; instead, she opened her heart and mind, allowing him to refine her into the sword blade. Only after refining did he realize that a true soul device must be willingly sacrificed by the Spirit-Connected Butterfly Empress to succeed.
But he didn’t know when she could be reborn again. Just as he was about to leave in disheartenment, he heard a tender voice: "Who are you, where’s my mom?"
He saw Little Butterfly and raised her as his own daughter, though he always harbored a selfish intent, hoping she would voluntarily sacrifice her life to transform the sword blade into a soul treasure.
He was sincere; over time, he slowly let go of this desire.
Little Butterfly, after absorbing all memories, lowered her head, her vision gradually blurred, unable to clearly see Ye Lan.
"I know it’s hard for you to accept, but it’s true that I killed your mother, though it’s regrettable that I couldn’t find a way to break the fate of your Spirit-Connected Butterfly clan. This sword is the one that I used to refine your mother back then. I’m sorry, take it and leave."
These were Ye Lan’s last words to Little Butterfly before he left.
Little Butterfly remembered everything; the sword was never something Ye Lan left for himself but for her. Yet after hearing the truth, she couldn’t bear it and shut off these memories herself, until the blood-red aura of the sword blade awakened her memories, making her recall everything.
"Mother..." Regarding her mother’s death, she didn’t hate Ye Lan because Ye Lan wasn’t the true culprit, it was the demon beast.
Over the past million years, even after learning the truth again, Little Butterfly’s heart held no hatred, only confusion.
Slowly, memories reawakened, and she emerged from the illusion.
"Damn it, you dare to hurt me!"
Just waking up, Little Butterfly heard the Demon Emperor’s angry roar. She looked up and saw Chen Lan clutching his chest, gripping the Flame Thunder Spear in his right hand, piercing the ground to steady his stance and prevent himself from falling, while the Demon Emperor’s right arm bore a wound, bleeding golden blood!
The Dao Emperor, actually injured!
"The Dao Emperor can indeed be injured," Chen Lan grinned, suddenly furrowing his brow and feeling his heart beat fiercely, though he feigned calm and betrayed no flaw.
He wasn’t doing well either, having pushed his divine bone to the limit in the battle with the Dao Emperor, barely injuring the Demon Emperor. However, he still had the Celestial Eye, Azure Dragon Fall, and other divine abilities yet to be used, though they should have little effect, as they couldn’t kill.
"Little Butterfly, run!" Chen Lan yelled angrily and charged again.
"Ant, it’s time to end this!" The Demon Emperor was thoroughly enraged, grasping mightily, compressing space, freezing Chen Lan’s body as if time had stopped, suspended in mid-air.
The Demon Emperor pressed down with his giant hand, causing Chen Lan to plummet to the ground with a thunderous crash, subject to relentless torment and grinding, completely powerless to resist!
"Azure Dragon Fall!" Chen Lan shouted angrily, as a dragon of thunder and flame descended from the sky, rushing towards the Demon Emperor.
"A mere snake dares to call itself a dragon?" The Demon Emperor sneered, swatting away with one hand, instantly extinguishing the Azure Dragon.
Seeing this, Chen Lan’s pupils contracted slightly, his self-mastered great divine technique easily extinguished—truly terrifying, the Dao Emperor.
But he couldn’t just fall like this!
Chen Lan once again gathered all his strength to stand up, even if it meant a certain death, he would die standing!
Watching Chen Lan being tormented wantonly, Little Butterfly’s heart trembled. Slowly, she lowered her head, gazing at the ancient sword blade, which seemed to flicker with red light.
"Fate... If one can offer their life for a loved one, then perhaps there’s no need to resolve fate," Little Butterfly murmured, gently caressing the sword’s blade, which flickered with red light, like her mother responding to her.
"Brother Ye, Little Butterfly never blamed you, blame this unjust Heavenly Dao, blame the injustice of all things, this is fate."
She looked up at Chen Lan, that unyielding figure, as if seeing the former Ye Lan, similarly standing before her in protection, the Brother Ye she idolized and loved.
Sacrificing life, transforming into a soul treasure, if the fate of the Spirit-Connected Butterfly is such, so be it.
Love can make one foolish, but also great.
Thump!
The sharp blade pierced her heart, and bright red blood dripped along the sword onto the ground, sprouting a lush green meadow.
The pain, oh, the pain, the feeling of the blade piercing the heart, truly excruciating.
Little Butterfly’s face turned pale, yet a small smile tugged at her lips as she looked toward Chen Lan’s direction.
Chen Lan was unaware of all this, still fighting against the Demon Emperor, with his attention fully on the Demon Emperor.
"I am willing to sacrifice my body, to transform my soul into a treasure." Little Butterfly slowly closed her eyes, her breathing becoming weak.
With those words, a bizarre scene unfolded as the dripping blood gradually merged into the Ancient Sword Blade. The hilt, covered in blood, slowly transformed into a red-patterned hilt, and a brilliantly colored butterfly slowly emerged on the surface of the hilt, with blood flowing through the blade’s body, gradually revealing three words.
[Demon God Sword]
The blade slowly slid out from Little Butterfly’s chest, as if it had consciousness, and charged towards the Demon Emperor!
...
"You ant, die!"
The Demon Emperor, unable to tolerate any longer, prepared to unleash Great Divine Techniques to deliver a fatal blow to Chen Lan, ending this farce.
He hadn’t expected a Taoist Saint ant to be so troublesome, dragging on this long without dying; he had underestimated his opponent.
Just then, the Ancient Emperor messaged him, urging him to go and help quickly; one person couldn’t hold back the Netherworld, so he had to end it.
Suddenly, the Demon Emperor’s pupils contracted slightly, sensing an extremely terrifying aura approaching. He instantly retreated tens of thousands of miles, but he still saw a red Sword Qi slashing towards him!
"What?!" In terror, the Demon Emperor hastily activated a barrier to defend, hearing only a thud, followed by billowing smoke and dust.
When the smoke cleared, a deep red sword mark appeared on the Demon Emperor’s chest, injuring him once more!
Seeing all this, Chen Lan was slightly stunned.
At this moment, a Flying Sword swiftly flew over, landing in front of him, its body trembling slightly, as if urging him to grasp it.
As Chen Lan looked at this familiar blade, his body suddenly shuddered, and he turned around, his pupils contracting violently!
"Little Butterfly!"
In the distance, Little Butterfly lay on the ground, her life uncertain. Chen Lan, disregarding his bodily injuries, rushed over urgently. Seeing the once lovely and charming girl now pale and breathing weakly, his heart inexplicably tightened!
"What happened?!" Chen Lan hurriedly infused her with Life Energy, but saw no improvement!
"Why, why is it not working?"
Chen Lan continuously infused Life Energy, to no avail. He took out countless Elixirs and Spirit Medicine containing Life Energy from his ring, refining and infusing them into Little Butterfly’s body, yet saw no improvement at all!
His body trembled slightly; it was the first time he felt at a loss, bewildered, not knowing what to do!
At this moment, Little Butterfly opened her eyes slightly, and Chen Lan quickly supported her, "Little Butterfly, what’s going on? Didn’t I tell you to leave? Why have you become like this?"
Facing death, Chen Lan was like a child. After being invincible for so long, never had he felt as powerless as he did now.
Although he hadn’t known Little Butterfly for long, this girl had become indelible in his heart, perhaps due to reasons from a past life. He always felt an inexplicable closeness to her.
"Brother Ye..."
Little Butterfly spoke weakly, her voice soft, but Chen Lan heard it clearly.
"I’m here, don’t worry, you won’t die. I have loads of Spirit Medicine and Elixirs." Chen Lan forced a smile, continuously taking out Spirit Medicine and Elixirs from his Storage Ring.
He didn’t believe these wouldn’t save Little Butterfly; even if they couldn’t, he would seek more until he found something that could.
Little Butterfly looked into Chen Lan’s worried eyes, giving a slight smile. She knew she couldn’t be saved. The fate of a Spirit Butterfly was such, sacrificing life and soul into a Magical Treasure, never to be revived, but a new Spirit-Connected Butterfly Empress would be born, though without the memories of the past.
"Cough, cough!" Suddenly, Little Butterfly started coughing, her body slowly becoming phantasmal, seemingly about to leave the world in the next moment.
"How can this be? Little Butterfly, what have you done!" Chen Lan frantically asked, trying to understand what had just transpired!
"Brother Ye, take it, avenge Grandpa Chunqiu." Little Butterfly glanced at the Demon God Sword and smiled.
Chen Lan was suddenly shocked; could it be this sword?
"Is it that Ancient Sword Blade? Did you do this? What did you do?"
Little Butterfly didn’t answer this question but instead looked at Chen Lan.
"Brother Ye, I’m sorry, Little Butterfly is useless, unable to help much."
Little Butterfly slowly closed her eyes, her body dissipating, transforming into brilliantly colored Spirit Butterflies ascending into the sky.
"Brother Ye, Little Butterfly has never blamed you."
