Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 1830 - 1831: Emperor Yan World

"So this really is Lord Dragon Emperor’s treasure vault!"

Seeing those five God Demon phantoms, Lion Sky Mad and Yiu Qianshan from the Totem Clan were clearly a little excited.

The Dragon Emperor, after all, was a powerhouse belonging to their clan.

"Grab them!"

Xue Ren clenched his fist and shot toward the sky, wanting to snatch down all of the Five Emperor Seals.

"Don’t even think about it!"

Zhou Xuantong bellowed and also shot out, apparently determined to obtain the Five Emperor Seals as well.

At the same time, Zhao Mingcheng, Elder Luo and the others also suddenly rushed out, not willing to fall behind.

Only Ling Feng stayed where he was, not moving a muscle.

It was just that he had already begun secretly forming a hand formation, preparing to bring out the Reincarnation Seal and resurrect Emperor Tian Yan.

Boom!

Right at this moment, a terrifying surge of energy fluctuations erupted, directly blasting away everyone who had struck out to seize them.

"Pfft!"

Everyone spewed blood wildly and flew backward.

Xue Ren had rushed the furthest forward and was thus the most heavily injured. He clutched his chest, staring in shock at the Five Emperor Seals in the sky, crying out, "Th-this... what’s going on?"

"Heh heh..."

Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed out from the Void.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine. That voice was like it had come from Netherworld Hell itself, and carried a suffocating pressure.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ..."

At this moment, the five Five Emperor Seals, as if they had grown eyes, automatically flew toward the Five Emperor’s Floating Tower and, with perfect precision, embedded themselves into the matching grooves.

In an instant, the Five Emperor’s Floating Tower radiated flowing brilliance, as though it had opened a door to a new world.

The intense, blinding light made it so that everyone present could not open their eyes at all.

"Master! It’s Master’s aura!"

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon obediently and meekly prostrated itself on the ground, with not the slightest trace of its former arrogance.

The "Master" in its mouth was not Ling Feng, but the powerhouse who had once dominated the Eastern Spirit Domain, the leader of the Five Emperors, the Yellow Emperor!

"Heh heh..."

That hair-raising laughter rang out once more.

Under the swirling multicolored radiance, the Five Emperor’s Floating Tower gradually took shape, seeming to transform into a great, resplendent door.

As the door opened, a tall, thin figure slowly walked out from behind it.

It was a man in a black long robe, looking very young, and strikingly handsome.

"So you are the ones who gathered the Five Emperor Seals and opened this sovereign’s secret treasure?"

Everyone’s pupils shrank sharply. From his tone, he seemed to be the Yellow Emperor!

Ling Feng secretly compared this Yellow Emperor’s aura with Elder Turtle’s and was shocked to discover that the Yellow Emperor’s aura was actually even stronger than Elder Turtle’s!

Was he really just a Peak Emperor?

The "Yellow Emperor" rubbed his hairless chin and glanced around, then shook his head and said, "Not even a single Semi-Saint? Pathetic, truly pathetic!"

"Still, since you gathered the Five Emperor Seals, I ought to hand the treasures over to you. What a pity there are a few too many of you."

The Yellow Emperor’s eyes rolled, then he suddenly laughed loudly. "How about this—we play a little game!"

"Game?" Everyone felt a bad premonition rise in their minds.

"Don’t be so tense." The Yellow Emperor chuckled. "Even if you lose, it’s only death, nothing more."

As expected!

Everyone’s hearts collectively "thudded." Sure enough, it was going to be a game with their lives!

The next instant, the Yellow Emperor waved his large hand, and streaks of gray light shot into everyone’s bodies. Then all of their bodies began to turn illusory, as if transforming into streaks of silver light, drawn into the door formed by the Five Emperor’s Floating Tower.

"What is this!"

Everyone was utterly horrified. Such a method had already gone beyond using rules; this was controlling rules!

He was even... creating rules!

Xue Ren, Zhou Xuantong, Elder Luo, Wind Origin City Lord Zhao Mingcheng, and the others had no power to resist at all and were swept into the Light Gate.

Ling Feng’s mind spun and his body immediately turned illusory, transforming into a streak of white light that shot into that great door.

In no time, all the Martial Artists gathered in this secret chamber were taken into the door.

"Now this is interesting. I have to have a good bit of fun!"

The Yellow Emperor chuckled again, then glanced at the Netherworld Sub-Dragon prostrating on the ground, a trace of nostalgia flashing through his eyes.

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon lay prone, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Master!"

The Yellow Emperor looked at the Shura Magic Ring around the Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s neck, a little surprised. "Looks like you’ve already found yourself a new master?"

"No, in this one’s heart, there will only ever be one Master—you!"

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon blurted out hurriedly.

"No matter. But it seems among these people, there are indeed a few interesting little fellows."

The Yellow Emperor narrowed his eyes and smiled, then waved his hand. The Light Gate formed by the Five Emperor’s Floating Tower gradually closed, turning back into a cold stone wall.

"Then, let the game begin!"

...

No one knew how much time had passed.

Ling Feng’s consciousness slowly awakened.

"Where am I?"

Ling Feng rubbed his temples and found that he was actually in a chaotic space, with nothing before his eyes but masses of white light.

On his body, for some reason, he was wearing a pure white long robe.

And his Ten Directions Annihilation, Space Spirit Ring, and Five Elements Heavenly Palace had all disappeared!

"What’s going on!"

Ling Feng was so depressed he almost coughed blood, because in the next moment he discovered that he could no longer feel his own Elemental Power, could not release his Divine Sense, and had neither Sword Intent nor Sword Force.

He clenched his fists and found that even his Dragon Elephant Divine Power had vanished without a trace!

Even the Emperor’s Eye, his true foundation for survival, could no longer be sensed at all.

"Heh heh heh..."

That all-too-familiar laugh echoed in Ling Feng’s ears again.

"Yellow Emperor!"

Ling Feng roared toward the sky, "What did you do to me? Where are my things?"

Since he had nothing left, what courtesy did he need to show the Yellow Emperor? If he wasn’t worried the other party would just erase him, he’d have already cursed him bloody.

"Don’t be anxious."

The Yellow Emperor’s voice remained as calm as ever. "You are merely in a special space created by this seat using Rule Power. If you can stay alive and finish playing this game, I will naturally return everything to you."

"Special space?"

Ling Feng froze for a moment. "You can create a world? Wh-what level of powerhouse are you?"

"Hahaha, create a world? You’re looking a little too highly upon this seat."

The Yellow Emperor laughed heartily. "I merely control the Soul Rules, nothing more. This seat’s Strength is rather unique—my rules are different from those Five Elements Rules and the like; they are Soul Rules. So, I can construct a Soul World and have you accompany me in playing this game. Mm, you can call this space the Emperor Yan World for now."

"Emperor Yan World?"

Ling Feng froze again, somewhat at a loss.

The Yellow Emperor, however, muttered to himself, "Consider it a kind of remembrance for the world I originally came from. That place called Earth, that nation named Huaxia... Hehe, laughable as it is, I too was once called one of the descendants of Emperor Yan."

Ling Feng listened, completely baffled. He naturally could not understand, because this Yellow Emperor was actually an Alien who had crossed over from an Otherworld.