Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game-Chapter 361: Desolate Celestial Realm Genius Corrector
But Chen Lan, how could he let them leave with this news as they wished?
In the sky, countless blades fell swiftly like a torrential rain, leaving no grass alive wherever they landed!
The five elders widened their eyes in horror, simultaneously unleashing their Spiritual Power to block the overwhelming Sword Rain. Various arrays, Divine Techniques, and talismans were all used, truly exhausting their trump cards, they did not want to die!
Countless sword blades descended, piercing through their bodies. Many Divine Techniques, arrays, and talismans were vulnerable against absolute power!
In an instant, the five were engulfed by the Sword Rain, along with the disciples below who hadn’t managed to escape in time!
As the Sword Rain gradually dissipated, the five were not dead, grievously injured on the ground, incapable of further battle.
"Ye Lan, I never expected you to come back, to actually be able to return!" the old man exclaimed disbelief.
No one expected that Ye Lan could still return after over ten thousand years, and to return stronger, even more powerful than before.
"There are many things you never expected, like never imagining your own death," Chen Lan spoke calmly, flashing in front of the old man and stabbing his chest with a sword.
Thud!
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide open, staring at Chen Lan. After a brief moment, his head tilted, his limbs went limp, and he was utterly dead; his body instantly turned to ashes and dissipated into the air.
This was a soul avatar; the true body might be in seclusion somewhere.
Chen Lan did not think much of it, quickly killing the other four individuals, all were soul avatars as expected.
At their level, they generally use avatars due to their fear of death. The realm they painstakingly cultivated, if lost in death, would be such a waste.
Chen Lan surveyed the surroundings, corpses everywhere, many disciples had just perished; this was an unavoidable battle occurrence, those weak should stay far away, death was bad luck.
The sword is blind, and so are Divine Techniques.
"So many have died, and still you do not show yourself?" Chen Lan spoke lightly towards the sky.
In an instant, the heavens changed color, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared, it began to rain heavily.
Gusts of wind arose, and an old man rode the wind, causing Chen Lan to frown slightly.
This was not the Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint; this person had white hair, a kind face, a long white beard tied into a small braid, holding a palm fan, approaching slowly.
Inside the Immortal Suppression Tower was the avatar of the Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint; it’s unlikely he would come in another guise, after all, this is his territory, so the person before him was not the Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint.
But his cultivation was incredibly powerful, a Taoist Saint.
Suddenly, Chen Lan looked down at the ground, sensing something peculiar.
No, it was the rainwater on the ground!
Upon closer inspection, the rainwater on the ground was squirming slowly, exuding a terrifying aura. Chen Lan instantly flew into the sky.
The rain from the sky could not wet him; his Spiritual Energy Barrier was always present.
As he left the ground, the rainwater converged towards the center, slowly forming into a woman, clad in a blue robe, fair-skinned and beautiful, with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, extremely attractive.
"Oh, young friend, you sure run fast, what a pity," the woman covered her mouth and laughed, her laughter like tinkling silver bells, enchanting.
At this moment, another elder appeared, materializing beside the two, the true Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint.
Seeing the three Taoist Saints, Chen Lan raised an eyebrow; it turned out the Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint went to fetch reinforcements, no wonder they were late.
"Sect Leader!"
Rustle, rustle, rustle... here came the true forms of the previous five, standing beside the three Taoist Saints, altogether eight people!
This formation was enough to kill any Taoist Saint.
"Boy, I never thought you’d have the guts to come up here, wanting to die so quickly?" the Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint sneered.
And a nearby elder quickly spoke: "Sect Leader, this person is Ye Lan, the invincible Supreme Youth suppressed ten thousand years ago!"
These words caused the Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint’s body to flicker with shock, stunned, and the two beside him trembled equally, displaying horrified expressions.
Ye Lan, this name, how many in the Desolate Celestial Realm wouldn’t know it? This was a legend, also a nightmare.
"Ye Lan was punished to the lower realm, years have passed, is he still alive?" the Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint questioned.
"Alive, because a few days ago, the Celestial Court, Underworld, four Holy Lands, and Ye Family descended to kill Ye Lan, only to be utterly defeated; Ye Lan killed them all by himself," the rainwater woman spoke in a low, alarming voice.
She was quite the gossip, loved gathering news, so she knew bits and pieces about what happened recently.
She had never seen Ye Lan but had heard numerous tales about him, each time still shocking her; after so many years developing in the lower realm, he could make the major forces of the Desolate Celestial Realm flee miserably, too terrifying.
"I’ve heard about this too; might the person before us truly be Ye Lan?" another elder asked fearfully.
If he had to face Ye Lan, he’d rather go home to face that tigress.
"Afraid of what, there are eight of us, can we truly not kill him? I once fought him, almost killed him; it can’t be Ye Lan," the Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint spoke coldly.
Once he battled Chen Lan, the two were evenly matched; if not for the Heaven and Earth Laws, he would’ve killed him long ago.
How could someone he almost killed be Ye Lan? Thus, this person was likely an impostor.
"But he has the Lantian Sword, which is Ye Lan’s exclusive Lifebound Divine Artifact, no one else can acquire it!" an elder spoke.
The Lantian Sword wouldn’t deceive, it had to be Ye Lan.
"Just a sword claims to be Ye Lan? If I find someone to forge an identical one, you think I’m Ye Lan too?"
The Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint said something that left the others bewildered; it seemed to make sense a sword couldn’t define someone as Ye Lan.
"Then what about the Celestial Wave Divine Technique? I just heard him utter that phrase," another elder spoke.
"Are you all idiots? If I carry a sword identical to the Lantian Sword, use a random Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root Divine Technique, and shout Celestial Wave, I am Ye Lan?" the Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint cursed, how could all the sect elders be such fools?
Hmm???
All the elders were suddenly at a loss, it seemed quite logical, remarkably difficult to refute.
Could it be, he was truly not Ye Lan?
Several elders had lost their ability to judge; initially, they were sure it was Ye Lan, but now hearing the Sect Leader, it seemed not.
Would Ye Lan truly dare to come? Knowing he was the universal enemy in the Desolate Celestial Realm, put plainly, every Daoist Venerable or Saint might be his enemy.
After all, the Ye Lan of the past offended innumerable people, every genius had been beaten by him, he was almost the Desolate Celestial Realm’s genius corrector, exploding them casually.
Listening to these conversations, Chen Lan smiled, to think there were such clever people, eight no less.
But this was fine, he didn’t want his identity exposed so soon.
But just in case, Chen Lan still set up a Soul Barrier, blocking their communication, stopping anyone from leaving.
"Finished talking? If so, it’s time to go,"
