There are nine Emperors, dominating the world!
This sentence echoed endlessly in Chen Lan's heart, it shook him.
A million years ago, there were actually nine revered Emperors, who with a mere gesture could command countless devoted followers to willingly sacrifice their lives.
Such a grand feat, how awe-inspiring it would be to witness it firsthand.
Is it possible that his first life was also once an Emperor, who could casually command others to die with just a word?
Knowing such an identity existed, Chen Lan didn't feel particularly powerful or delighted; instead, he felt a heavy burden suddenly descend. If he were truly such an important person, how could he face those from the Demon Race if he regained his physical form in the future?
They had always been waiting for the return of the Demon Emperor.
