Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game

When the demons level the Vault of Heaven, the day when the Grand Dao seals the master?

Chen Lan frowned slightly, lost in thought. After a moment, he shook his head slightly; he didn’t understand what the sentence meant.

The Firmament, the Grand Dao, shrouded in mystery, who exactly was the other party? But since they revived the Demon Race, they should be allies.

"Have you thought of anything?" Yang Tian frowned, looking at Chen Lan, who shook his head: "I don’t know."

"I can’t think of anything either, the sentence is rather enigmatic. Flattening the Vault of Heaven, does it mean the Demons will trample the Vault of Heaven? But where is the Vault of Heaven?" Gu Changge questioned in confusion.

Hearing this, a flicker of insight seemed to pass through Chen Lan’s mind, and Yang Tian’s pupils contracted slightly; they both spoke simultaneously, "Could it be the Heavens?"

"The Heavens!" Gu Changge exclaimed in surprise, does flattening the Vault of Heaven mean flattening the Heavens?

"If that’s the case, then it makes sense. Chen Lan has a grudge against the Heavens, the Demon Race all have grudges against the Heavens. Them trampling the Heavens is truly possible, but what does the day the Grand Dao seals the master mean?" Gu Changge asked again.

Chen Lan and Yang Tian contemplated for a long time. After exchanging glances, they both shook their heads.

They were unclear about that.

The most troubling thing is the riddle maker... Chen Lan looked at the Old Demon: "How many demon clansmen are still alive? Take me to see them."

"Demon Emperor, come with me. Currently, there are more than eighty-five thousand demons living in the Demon Realm. We have always lived here. Originally, there were just a few hundred, and it was through continuous reproduction that we now have as many as we do."

Other worlds are different from Blue Star, and the races of the Ten Thousand Realms are different from those of Blue Star. Even with close relatives breeding, the children are not flawed. Countless siblings have become Dao companions, giving birth to offspring.

Some families will pair the most talented scions within the clan to produce gifted descendants for the family. If both parties are unwilling, it’s usually by coercion or offer. Once they produce a descendant, they can leave the family or stay to raise the child.

These families are often ruthless, focused on nurturing more exceptional scions. More often, distant relatives unknowingly develop feelings, and even when identities and relationships are recognized, they remain together.

Cultivators are different. They have no such concerns, and many deviant cultivators even violate ethics, doing things against the natural order.

This is plentiful in Greek Mythology, where gods often engage in acts against ethics, like sons with mothers, brothers with sisters, or fathers with daughters.

The offspring born from these acts have no flaws; they are even stronger.

So Chen Lan did not find it strange; on the contrary, he felt relieved. Their ability to reproduce more members of the Demon Race was a good thing.

As they moved forward, they gradually reached a settlement. The houses built with wood looked like a primitive tribe.

Sweeping with Divine Sense, just as the Old Demon said, there were over eighty thousand people here, and their strength was not weak. There were more than a dozen Taoist Saints, a hundred Daoist Venerables. Most were Great Emperors, Celestial Emperors, Immortal Emperors, and even the children were at least of Divinity Transformation.

Moreover, their conditions were excellent. There was laughter, the men had healthy skin and strong muscles, the women’s skin was fair, and even the children were chubby and well-nourished.

Seeing them living so well, Chen Lan felt a bit less guilty. If they were in dire straits, he would feel guilty to death, wanting to slap himself at the thought.

When they saw the Old Demon and the three people behind him, the laughter froze. Their eyes were fixed on Chen Lan.

"Is it the Demon Emperor?"

"It seems like, he seems like the Demon Emperor!"

"It can’t be wrong; he looks exactly like the statue of the Demon Emperor in the Ancestral Land; he is the Demon Emperor!"

One by one, they suddenly shouted in excitement, disbelief on their faces as they looked at Chen Lan, eyes wide and mouth agape, merging his image with the statue in their minds. Though not 100% identical, the resemblance was over 90%!

How could the legendary Demon Emperor appear here!

Seeing the Demon Race so excited, Chen Lan couldn’t help but smile. Since arriving in the Celestial Domain, aside from saving his daughter once, he had hardly smiled, the pressure was too great.

Upon arriving in the Celestial Domain, he moved cautiously in every step, fearful of falling into the abyss, just as the recent saving of Gu Changge was unexpected peril.

If it weren’t for the Old Demon, he could leave, but Gu Changge and Yang Tian would have died without a doubt.

"Everyone, calm down. You are not mistaken; he is indeed the Demon Emperor," shouted the Old Demon loudly.

Upon hearing this, without any hesitation, all the Demon Race kneeled in unison, shouting, "The Demon Emperor is eternal, the Demon Race will never perish!!!"

Their voices were like claps of thunder, deafening.

Listening to these voices struck Chen Lan deeply. Though he heard it a year ago in the Desolate Celestial Realm, different people brought different feelings.

Because these people should have died in that great battle of the past, it was impossible to hear their voices again, but now they could. It seemed like the past, like a dream!

"It’s great to see you all again," Chen Lan said, his voice aged and choked with emotion.

Hearing this, those Old Demons who survived that great battle sobbed with old tears. How could they not be the same?

They waited in torment for so long, hearing countless voices saying the Demon Emperor was dead, that he abandoned them, but they didn’t believe it and continued to wait, year after year.

They had once doubted whether the Demon Emperor had indeed abandoned them but soon firmly believed the Demon Emperor would never abandon the Demon Race. Holding onto hope, they waited until today.

Finally, the Demon Emperor appeared; he was neither dead nor had he abandoned them!

Chen Lan did not mention that he was unaware they were still alive, as saying so would only sadden the Demon Race further.

"Rise."

Spiritual Power lifted everyone. Looking at them, Chen Lan felt immense guilt, especially for the children, who likely lacked resources, which was why they were so weak.

"There are a lot of cultivation resources here for you to use," Chen Lan said, taking out a Storage Ring filled with countless cultivation resources, enough to sustain billions for tens of thousands of years.

He handed it to the Old Demon to distribute.

"Thank you, Demon Emperor!" The Old Demon wept with gratitude, falling to his knees.

The Demon Emperor was still as caring as ever.

"Rise, from now on, you need not salute when you see me," Chen Lan declared.

He had said this to the Demon Race in the Desolate Celestial Realm, but they didn’t listen and continued to bow upon meeting him.

According to them, the ruler and subjects must observe the rites; otherwise, they would feel uneasy.

"I cannot; this is a willing kneel on my part," the Old Demon stood up, shaking his head earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Chen Lan smiled wryly, saying no more.

"Everyone, I am here to take you home."