Eternal Life as False Emperor

"Could it be that the clothes he’s wearing have some special significance?"

"How is that possible? Isn’t that the clothes our sect’s Skillful Work Hall just made? Although this dragon robe is worn by mortal emperors, ultimately, it’s just an ordinary piece of clothing, certainly not a magical artifact."

"Could it be that he secretly used a magical artifact to help himself block the Celestial Thunder?"

"Not really, I didn’t see any trace of a magical artifact."

"Yeah, and besides, he’s currently undergoing tribulation, is there a need to hide his magical artifact?"

"What’s so strange about that? This guy looks like someone who is stubborn about face. Even during tribulation, he insists on finding a dragon robe. It’s just to make others think that he’s very powerful."

"Exactly, I think that’s probably the case."

"Senior brother is right, this guy is definitely someone who doesn’t know his limits."

"Now that he’s used a magical artifact, what will he use to fend off the upcoming Thunder Tribulation?"

As the Star Sea disciples whispered among themselves, another wave of Celestial Thunder formed in an instant.

The first bolt of Celestial Thunder seemed to have grown eyes, striking Zheng Yi with pinpoint accuracy.

In just a moment, the dragon robe and Winged Virtue Crown on his body turned to ash.

Then, a series of Tribulation Thunders rained down on Zheng Yi, none of them missing their mark.

That appearance seemed to wish to make up for the Tribulation Thunder that failed to hit earlier.

If it had been like this from the beginning, Zheng Yi would have definitely failed.

But after enduring the previous Thunder Tribulations, he had refined a lot of the Power of the Heavenly Dao for his use.

This Power of the Heavenly Dao could resist part of the Tribulation Thunder’s force. His body and meridians, tempered by the Tribulation Thunder, were now much stronger, able to better withstand Celestial Thunder.

"Sect Leader!" Zheng Yi shouted at the top of his lungs, fearing Wenn Ziyan couldn’t hear him, "Please help me prepare a few more dragon robes."

"And also, bring me more iron rods."

Now, no one questioned why Zheng Yi needed to prepare dragon robes during tribulation.

Though the reason was unknown, it seemed to indeed be useful.

As for why he needed iron rods, they were still perplexed.

The Star Sea disciples from the Skillful Work Hall had already produced one dragon robe. Now, during the second production, the speed was astonishingly fast.

Before the wave of Thunder Tribulations ended, the newly made dragon robe was delivered.

As for iron rods...

A disciple from the Skillful Work Hall casually waved, and hundreds of iron rods appeared, almost forming a small mountain.

When this new wave of Thunder Tribulation ended, Zheng Yi quickly donned the freshly made dragon robe and used Spiritual Qi to gather all the iron rods around him.

Before the Celestial Tribulation fell, he solemnly declared, just as before: "I am the Emperor!"

Taking advantage of the Celestial Tribulation easing up, Zheng Yi vertically planted dozens of iron rods into the ground, encircling himself.

From afar, it looked like he had confined himself in a prison.

If another transmigrator were present at this moment, they would surely know what Zheng Yi was doing.

Metal attracts lightning; he was crafting many simple lightning rods.

Zheng Yi didn’t know if these lightning rods would be effective against the Celestial Tribulation, but he was determined to use any potentially useful method.

"What’s that guy doing again?"

"In all the tribulations witnessed, he’s the only one who creates so much chaos."

Although disdainful of Zheng Yi’s peculiar actions,

after witnessing the effectiveness of the dragon robe, no ordinary disciple or Elder of the Star Sea dared to underestimate Zheng Yi.

After all, who could know if these strange acts might indeed help him in tribulation? What if?

It was only Zhou Yan who spared no mercy in mocking Zheng Yi, regardless of his actions.

"Afraid he’ll get confused and run around when struck by Thunder Tribulation, he confined himself in advance, right?"

"An aspiring Golden Core Stage cultivator can’t even possess such a basic mentality? Laughable, truly laughable."

The fifth wave of Thunder Tribulation ended, and only one final Celestial Tribulation remained before Zheng Yi could break through into the Golden Core.

He could now distinctly feel a Golden Core forming within his dantian.

But as the Thunder Tribulation hadn’t ended, it was merely a shape, unable to unleash its true power.

The final wave of Thunder Tribulation gathered very slowly.

Not only the ordinary disciples but even Wenn Ziyan, the Sect Leader, felt a little anxious as she sensed the terrifying power brewing within the tribulation clouds.

"Can this kid really withstand such a mighty Tribulation Thunder?"

The elders sighed collectively.

"The kid has already surpassed our expectations, it’s just a pity..."

"Even Golden Core Peak Stage cultivators might struggle to withstand the final Thunder Tribulation."

"It is indeed a bit regrettable. If he truly succeeds in tribulation, he could become the top expert in the Canglan Realm," Wang Haiwong sighed.

Zhou Yan couldn’t stand hearing others praise Zheng Yi, immediately retorting with disdain: "What if he manages to get through this by luck? People like him, thinking themselves clever, will inevitably find other reckless ways."

"Just the breakthrough from crystal to Golden Core almost brought forth Tribulation Thunder comparable to breaking into the Golden Core Stage. If such a person truly breaks into the Golden Core Stage, who knows what kind of Thunder Tribulation might be drawn? Would he still safely pass through then?"

Wang Haiwong sighed with a complex expression, "It’s a pity."

As for the ordinary disciples, they were instead inspired by Zheng Yi’s indomitable spirit.

It’s unknown who shouted, "You must succeed!"

"Fellow cultivator, man’s will can conquer heaven."

"Victory! Victory!"

Soon, the Tribulation Platform was filled only with cheers for Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi braced through the terrifying Celestial Tribulation.

Anyone without animosity towards Zheng Yi wouldn’t wish for him to fail at the final moment.

He couldn’t hear their shouts and cheers.

Accompanied by a dragon roar that pierced through the heavens and earth, a Thunder Dragon woven from Tribulation Thunder descended from the thunderclouds, swaying towards Zheng Yi’s location.

The massive Thunder Dragon was even larger than what Zheng Yi saw during his last tribulation.

Even though it was not a True Dragon, the terrifying aura from the Dragon Race compelled all Star Sea disciples to fall silent.

As the Thunder Dragon, carrying the infinite power of Celestial Tribulation, pressed down, many disciples with low cultivation levels from the Star Sea didn’t have time to leave the Tribulation Platform, and they directly fainted.

Witnessing the tribulation, they knew, but for Zheng Yi, amidst the storm’s center resisting the vast majority of tribulation forces, the horror he faced was unimaginable.

"Come, I, Zheng Yi, am the Emperor of the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty and will not be defeated by your fake dragon!"

At the crucial moment, the lightning rods Zheng Yi placed actually seemed to work.

The seemingly terrifying Thunder Dragon had much of its power attracted by the lightning rods, channeling into the ground.

No matter how powerful the Celestial Tribulation, compared to the vast earth, it was insignificant. The force capable of crushing Zheng Yi into ashes a hundred times over disappeared into the earth quietly, like a sinking stone.

"It’s actually useful?" Zheng Yi was revitalized, immediately grabbing the iron rods by his side and throwing them out.

With a crack, an iron rod shattered the rock, its half buried into the ground. Simultaneously, a bolt of Celestial Thunder from the Thunder Dragon flew, chasing the iron rod.

The lightning as thick as a finger burst into sharp thunder on the iron rod, instantly shattering it.

It’s broken, but that’s okay; right now, the only thing he’s not short of is iron rods.

Without a second thought, Zheng Yi grabbed the iron rods from the ground and tossed them around himself.

Soon, the ground around him was like a porcupine, bristling with crooked iron rods.

At this moment, appearance wasn’t a concern.

The iron rods could attract most of the tribulation thunders, but ultimately, there were still many that Zheng Yi had to endure personally.

"Indeed, the Thunder Tribulation of a Golden Core Stage cultivator is terrifying," the meridians of the Pristine Human Emperor Body couldn’t bear the surging Power of the Heavenly Dao.

The rampant Tribulation Thunder within his body made Zheng Yi feel as if he was being flayed alive.