Eternal Life as False Emperor

The Resentment Book Demon Monarch spent considerable effort to finally heal the damage to his meridians.

Marquis Mu Wu, who had rushed over with the Golden Core Cultivators, saw that the Resentment Book Demon Monarch seemed injured and hurriedly asked, "My lord, are you all right? Those humans..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt as if the surrounding air had frozen.

Realizing he had misspoken, Marquis Mu Wu forcibly swallowed the rest of his words.

By now, he couldn’t fail to understand that those humans must have escaped from the Resentment Book Demon Monarch’s grasp.

Thinking about how the credit had slipped away, Marquis Mu Wu felt somewhat displeased.

He inwardly sneered, "A Divinity Transformation Expert, and he actually let humans escape? If I had such cultivation, I would definitely have captured those hateful humans."

The thoughts of the other Golden Core Cultivators were not much different from Marquis Mu Wu’s.

"If not for Lord Nether King’s favor, would you have such cultivation?"

"Strength not gained through personal cultivation will ultimately remain elusive."

No matter what they thought internally, these people didn’t dare to blame the Resentment Book Demon Monarch openly.

"Those damned humans, they’re just too cunning."

"My lord must have fallen for those guys’ plots and tricks."

"With my lord’s strength, perhaps if he pursues them now, he might still catch up."

Some were not only looking at the immediate benefits but were also foreseeing danger.

"But if we let the one who killed the son of His Majesty the Azure Moon Flame Emperor escape, what will we do?"

As these words fell, an icy voice as cold as frost resounded, "You all go and accompany my son in death."

The Golden Core Experts were shocked and instinctively wanted to defend themselves.

Boom!

A Golden Core Cultivator turned into a fireball in the sky and was reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The distinguished Golden Core Experts, before this person, couldn’t muster the slightest resistance.

"Spare us, my lord..." Seeing this, the others wanted to beg for mercy, but they too quickly turned into balls of fire and were burned to ashes.

In just a breath’s time, only three people remained at the scene.

The Resentment Book Demon Monarch, Marquis Mu Wu, and the Azure Moon Flame Emperor.

The Resentment Book Demon Monarch and Marquis Mu Wu trembled all over, hanging their heads, not daring to look the Azure Moon Flame Emperor in the eye, nor to say a word more.

Afraid that a single careless word might provoke the other party.

However, the two were soon simultaneously struck with a palm.

Marquis Mu Wu plummeted from the high sky, crashing into the ground like a meteor, the flames erupting from his body spreading in all directions, stopping only after over ten miles.

The Resentment Book Demon Monarch fared slightly better, flying a few hundred meters, spitting blood before barely steadying himself in the sky.

Having already been ambushed by Zui Jiu, now struck again by the Azure Moon Flame Emperor, the meridians he had just stabilized were once more set ablaze.

Unlike with Zui Jiu, this time, the Resentment Book Demon Monarch couldn’t dispel the flames no matter how hard he tried. He could only suppress them somewhat, making the searing pain in his meridians slightly less intense.

If he couldn’t dispel these flames, his cultivation might never improve in this lifetime.

And even more terrifying is that the Azure Moon Flame Emperor is one of the three strongest of the Nether Spirit Race.

Not even the Nether King would risk offending the Azure Moon Flame Emperor to expel the flames for him.

The only solutions were to slowly refine them himself or breakthrough to the Enlightenment Stage.

Without refining these flames, there could be no enhancement of power, making a breakthrough impossible.

As for refining them himself...

These are attacks from an Enlightenment Stage expert. Even a casual strike contains terrifying power.

Refining them bit by bit on his own could take thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

One might say, although the Azure Moon Flame Emperor didn’t directly kill him, it was as good as a death sentence.

Even so, he could only grit his teeth and respectfully say, "Thank you, Flame Emperor, for sparing my life."

"Hmph! If not for Lord Nether King’s intercession, even if you’re at the Divinity Transformation Stage, you’d join my son in the afterlife."

"Now, I’m asking you, where is the one who killed my son?"

Upon hearing this, the Resentment Book Demon Monarch’s heart nearly stopped.

His lips quivered, and for a long time, he couldn’t utter a complete sentence, "They... they..."

"Useless! Go confess to His Highness the Nether King yourself."

The words were harsh, but they implicitly implied he was being let go.

The Resentment Book Demon Monarch’s feelings were immensely complex at that moment.

The other had rendered him useless, yet at least his life was spared.

But for someone like him at the Divinity Transformation Stage, being unable to advance in cultivation was worse than death.

When the Resentment Book Demon Monarch snapped out of his conflicted emotions, the Azure Moon Flame Emperor was long gone.

After hesitating for a moment at the scene, the Resentment Book Demon Monarch decided to go see His Highness the Nether King first.

Before leaving, he remembered to take along the gravely injured Marquis Mu Wu.

This guy was faring far worse; even if saved, he would be a cripple.

Outside the Qingxin Hall of Wenxian Temple, the old Daoist and Zui Jiu looked utterly pale, white as ghosts.

"It’d be troublesome if it’s him coming," Zui Jiu gulped with difficulty.

Though deeply shocked, upon thinking carefully, this seemed quite normal.

After all, having killed the man’s son, how could he not demonstrate a reaction?

Although many cultivators are known to transcend worldly attachments, that’s often due to their long lifespan. Many times, a single retreat lasts centuries. By the time they emerge, everything has changed.

Such concerns typically don’t trouble the Cultivator Clans.