Eternal Life as False Emperor

"Elder Zheng, are you alright?" Lin Junrong’s expression was somewhat unusual.

When she gave Zheng Yi the elixir earlier, she checked his condition in passing, and it definitely wasn’t great; there were multiple fractures and his meridians were a mess.

Yet, how long has it been, and Zheng Yi is already able to move normally?

Although the elixir she gave was indeed a treasured spiritual elixir, it still shouldn’t have such good effects.

Yue Ping, who came later, didn’t know what had happened and asked in confusion, "Elder Zheng was injured?"

Looking at Zheng Yi’s vigorous appearance, it was hard to associate him with serious injuries.

"Just some minor injuries, let’s hurry back," Zheng Yi exercised his limbs. Although he could still feel slight pain from the fractures affecting his meridians, the injuries were indeed almost healed.

Exchanging everything with the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror for the Pristine Human Emperor Body was truly worth it.

"You... never mind, let’s go," Lin Junrong hesitated to say something but ultimately chose not to.

This was Zheng Yi’s secret, and even though they were from the same sect, it was not appropriate to inquire casually.

The three boarded Lin Junrong’s Flying Shuttle and swiftly headed towards the direction of the Soul-devouring Technique of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Yue Ping comforted Zheng Yi, "Elder Zheng, don’t worry. Zhan Xinrou is not as easy to manipulate as she appears. It’s not so easy to play tricks in her presence, let alone..."

Zheng Yi slowly shook his head, "It’s not Elder Zhan and them I’m worried about; it’s the enemy."

Lin Junrong’s face changed slightly, "You mean..."

Before he could finish, a rift suddenly tore open in the space ahead, and an incredibly terrifying aura erupted from the space rift.

The cultivators battling between Star Sea and Qingzhu Mountain, those with slightly weaker strength, couldn’t withstand the pressure and fainted on the spot.

On the ground, the battle was manageable, but those in the air fell like raindrops.

"Damn, what’s going on?" Ouyang Qi turned his head incredulously towards the direction of the Soul-devouring Technique of Ten Thousand Spirits.

This wasn’t what they had planned before.

"Enlightenment Stage?" Wang Haiwong inhaled sharply, his face pale.

Being an elder of Star Sea, he managed to maintain his composure at a critical moment, and immediately shouted, "Rescue the people, retreat to the Void Cloud Whale for defense!"

After several days of battle, the disciples of Star Sea had grown considerably.

At Wang Haiwong’s command, they immediately began to take action.

Some rushed to rescue people, others went all out, unleashing all their techniques to restrain the disciples of Qingzhu Mountain.

The remaining elders also displayed their full prowess, beating those from Star Sea who had forcibly increased their cultivation with external forces into retreat.

Taking this chance, all the disciples of Star Sea retreated back into the Void Cloud Whale in the shortest time possible.

Subsequently, the Guardian Array was activated, blocking all Qingzhu Mountain cultivators from entering.

Although they unwillingly launched attacks, their strikes only caused slight ripples on the Guardian Array.

Without enemies, the disciples of Qingzhu Mountain gathered around Ouyang Qi.

"Sect Leader, those guys have hidden themselves, what do we do now?"

Some eagerly pointed towards the direction of the space rift and asked.

"Sect Leader, is this the reinforcements you invited?"

Ouyang Qi’s face turned solemn, having a deep and profound look.

However, the disciples of Qingzhu Mountain didn’t know; Ouyang Qi was extremely anxious at this moment.

"Damn it, what is happening? Those Nether Spirit Race guys never mentioned anything to me."

"Such terrifying aura, definitely from an Enlightenment Stage master, why would they appear here?"

His greatest worry now was that those Nether Spirit Race individuals would eliminate him along with them.

As for those disciples, he had long considered them as dead.

Once infected by the Soul-devouring Smoke, they would never escape its grasp, becoming eternal slaves to that thing.

Therefore, Ouyang Qi never touched that substance from beginning to end.

In the current situation, he couldn’t say nothing, so he suppressed his inner fear and feigned nonchalance, saying, "Everyone be quiet."

"I’ve arranged everything long ago; Star Sea is doomed today."

The disciples of Qingzhu Mountain’s eyes lit up.

Not long ago, at the location of the Soul-devouring Technique of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Zhan Xinrou finished releasing the toxic mist, "Elder Yue, you can take action now."

As her voice fell, Yue Ping was already charging out with her spear.

Her goal was the only Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator among the Nether Spirit cultivators guarding the array.

"Enemy..." The Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator sensed the murderous intent aimed at him and warned others while counterattacking.

He was a mighty Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator; it’s not so easy to ambush him.

Just as he was about to cultivate, he suddenly felt his spiritual Qi flow being slightly impeded.

At normal times, this kind of impact wouldn’t mean anything to a master of his level.

In a breath, he could resolve the issue.

Unfortunately, he now faced an opponent who was equally powerful, a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator.

A momentary mistake could determine life and death for both sides.

When he finally managed to circulate his spiritual Qi, Yue Ping’s spear had already grazed his neck.

The Divinity Transformation Stage master of the Nether Spirit Race despairingly clutched his neck, desperately feeling the power within him rapidly dissipating.

Yue Ping’s gaze had already moved past him, scanning for the next target.