Eternal Life as False Emperor

Zheng Yi watched the direction Wenn Ziyan disappeared: "I really want to see what the Thunder Tribulation of the Enlightenment Stage looks like."

But Zheng Yi could only think about it in his heart, as the Thunder Tribulation of the Enlightenment Stage could engulf him without a trace if he even approached it.

Zheng Yi’s mind was quickly fully invested in researching the Golden Core Stage Cultivation Techniques.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Yi finally understood all the cultivation techniques created by the Golden Core Stage cultivators in the Scripture Pavilion of the Star Sea.

Meanwhile, the cultivation technique he created for himself was also completed.

After all, the overall concept was gradually completed as Zheng Yi examined those cultivation techniques.

He only made modifications based on his situation whenever he encountered some unique ideas.

In the end, Zheng Yi named this cultivation technique "Emperor’s Divine Skill."

This was a technique created specifically for himself, based on his constitution and talent.

Zheng Yi was sure that, whether in his original world or here in the Canglan Realm, no one besides him could cultivate this technique.

Wenn Ziyan was still undergoing her Tribulation.

Zheng Yi asked the elders of Star Sea about it; the Thunder Tribulation of the Enlightenment Stage is unlike that of the Golden Core or Divinity Transformation stages.

It could last as short as a month, or much longer, impossible to say.

There was even an elder from the Heaven-supporting Sword Sect who took a full six months to pass the Tribulation.

Zheng Yi was amazed by the tale.

The Enlightenment Stage seems to be quite an important phase in a cultivator’s journey.

Just when Zheng Yi wanted to eat something to relieve his tense nerves from the past few days,

Wang Haiwong rushed into the Scripture Pavilion.

From his ashen face, it was clear that something significant had happened.

"Elder Zheng, the Nether Spirit Race has launched a full assault on us. The Qishan Sect was breached in just a day, with its legacy severed."

"Now, the territories of dozens of sects are threatened by the armies of the Nether Spirit Race, and they have sent us distress signals."

"The Heaven-supporting Sword Sect, Jinghang Mountain, Five Villages Mountain, and Chibi Mountain have all dispatched reinforcements. Our Star Sea must act swiftly."

Although Zheng Yi understood the urgency of the situation, he was somewhat confused.

"I know about this matter, but it concerns the entire sect. If the Sect Leader is absent, couldn’t you elders discuss it?"

Wang Haiwong pulled Zheng Yi and sped towards the Sect Assembly Hall.

"Elder Zheng, please don’t be modest. Everyone knows that managing affairs like these is your forte."

"With the life and death of the sect at stake, we’ve already decided that everything will be under your command."

As if afraid Zheng Yi would decline, Wang Haiwong added, "This is also the Sect Leader’s wish."

"Rest assured, none of us have any objections; we all look to you for guidance."

Star Sea, Sect Assembly Hall.

Zheng Yi sat at the head, with the elders of Star Sea seated in two rows, solemnly watching him.

Zheng Yi gently knocked on the table: "With the war imminent, I won’t bother with formalities. Since you all trust me, regardless of whether you understand my orders or not, you must follow them."

"As a member of Star Sea, I will also do my utmost to protect our interests and ensure that our disciples do not sacrifice in vain."

"I need to know how many disciples we have in Star Sea, how many are in the Artifact Refining Foundation Establishment Stage, how many have the Crystal Golden Core, and how many experts are in the Divinity Transformation Stage."

"Moreover, considering we’ve expected this battle for some time, the Sect Leader should have made preparations in advance."

"I need to know how many magical instruments and elixirs we can utilize."

"With the front line in crisis, where should Star Sea send its support? What plans are there, and how are communications with others resolved..."

Zheng Yi asked numerous questions in one breath.

Star Sea’s sect leaders moved surprisingly quickly, much to Zheng Yi’s amazement.

As soon as he posed the questions, an elder stood up to answer.

And regarding numerous detailed issues, these elders were able to respond quickly and accurately.

It appeared they were not caught unprepared, but instead had planned meticulously.

Thus, in less than an hour, Zheng Yi had a general assessment of the forces Star Sea could deploy.

After inquiry, Zheng Yi found out that this was all due to Wenn Ziyan’s insistence on them preparing ahead of time.

Now, everyone felt immensely grateful for having handled these arrangements in advance.

If they were only starting preparations now, chaos would certainly ensue.

Zheng Yi could not help but marvel at Wenn Ziyan’s strategic foresight. She was undoubtedly the best he had encountered in the Canglan Realm.

Now that everything was prepared, Zheng Yi didn’t hold back.

He appointed two elders and enough personnel to maintain the Mountain Protection Array, to guard the sect.

The remaining individuals boarded the Void Cloud Whale, dispatching towards the areas in need of support, to a small sect on the border between the humans and the Nether Spirit Race, Chixiao Hall.

Although this sect was small, with only about a hundred people in scale, its location was a crucial transportation hub, thus Chixiao Hall had accumulated substantial resources. The power of its Sect Array was even stronger than those of some mid-sized sects.

"First, we will hurry to provide support. Next, Elder Wang, you will lead another team, and be extremely cautious not to fall into an ambush by the enemy."

In the Cultivation Realm, although individual power can decisively impact a battle, numbers are not entirely irrelevant.

After all, any cultivator, no matter how strong, has limits to their stamina and magical power, and cannot fight endlessly.

When the high-level forces cannot tip the scales, it ultimately depends on which side has greater overall strength.

Thus, Zheng Yi wouldn’t follow previous experiences of making large scale troop movements.

Mass troops are necessary, but it is also critical to quickly deploy skilled individuals.

So Zheng Yi dispatched Lin Junrong and Feng Xia to rush to Chixiao Hall for support with utmost urgency.

On the way, Zheng Yi even encountered an acquaintance.

The Sword God, Fang Zhuo.

With a flick of a Flying Sword, he caught up with Lin Junrong’s Flying Shuttle in an instant.

"Kid, your strength has improved so quickly that I nearly didn’t recognize you. How long has it been, and you’re already at Golden Core Peak?"

"No, you should be at the Mid-stage Golden Core, yet your strength is indistinguishable from Golden Core Peak. You’re indeed an unfathomable brat."

Zheng Yi courteously clasped his hands in greeting to Fang Zhuo, "Greetings, Elder. It’s been a while, but you remain as impressive as ever."

Fang Zhuo sneered, "Why do I feel you’re subtly mocking me, kid?"

Zheng Yi quickly clarified, "I wouldn’t dare, elder."

"Alright, no need for pleasantries. I’m here to thank you, but since the situation is pressing, I must rush for support. Try not to get yourself killed, kid."

With those words, Fang Zhuo’s Flying Sword turned into a stream of light, disappearing without a trace.

The gap between the Divinity Transformation Stage and the Enlightenment Stage was apparent.

After Fang Zhuo left, Lin Junrong and Feng Xia both heaved long sighs of relief.

Looking at Zheng Yi again, their eyes now brimmed with admiration.

"Elder Zheng, you actually talked and laughed with the Sword God. Aren’t you afraid?" Feng Xia asked, still feeling a bit anxious.

Although Fang Zhuo didn’t target them, the overwhelming presence of the Human Race’s first Sword God made breathing somewhat difficult for them.

"Elder Fang is a very easygoing person. You don’t need to be so tense."

Lin Junrong and Feng Xia both rolled their eyes.

Zheng Yi hadn’t witnessed the time when Fang Zhuo, in a fit of rage, wreaked havoc in the Nether Spirit Race, waging a battle for ten days and nights, slaughtering nearly 100,000 Nether Spirits in a savage feat.

At that time, the Nether Spirit Race sent the Azure Moon Flame Emperor and the Barbaric Bull Power Emperor, two Enlightenment-stage experts, to hunt Fang Zhuo down.

Yet, they could only eat his dust, watching helplessly as he massacred the Nether Spirit experts without any recourse.

In the end, it was Fang Zhuo himself, tired of killing, who left voluntarily.

"That ruthless?" Upon hearing Lin Junrong recount Fang Zhuo’s past exploits, Zheng Yi clicked his tongue in astonishment.

This seemingly carefree fellow was truly fierce.