Eternal Life as False Emperor

Shikong recited the Buddhist phrase, "Amitabha Buddha! This monk is entrusted by a good friend to protect a few people. I ask your privilege, Demon Venerable, to allow me to take them away."

This Shikong is also a Golden Core Cultivator.

As for his exact strength, Zheng Yi couldn’t see through it at all now.

However, seeing Huiyue Demon Venerable in such a subdued manner, it was clear that he was somewhat stronger.

But even if he was stronger, it shouldn’t be by much.

Otherwise, with Shikong’s murderous aura, he would have attacked directly without reasoning with the opposite side.

Huiyue Demon Venerable sneered multiple times, "Shikong, do you think this is just any place? You want to take people away, do you have the strength for it?"

Shikong once again recited the Buddhist phrase, "If this monk wants to take people away, I’m afraid Demon Venerable you can’t stop me."

"Hahaha!" Huiyue Demon Venerable laughed wildly and arrogantly, "I might not be able to take you down alone, but what if they’re added?"

Saying that, Huiyue Demon Venerable suddenly took out a talisman, which instantly dissipated, followed by tearing open a fissure in space.

Three figures of varying sizes emerged one by one from the fissure.

Each one was a Golden Core Expert.

Even the murderous Shikong monk looked extremely serious in expression.

"Spending so much time on a few human juniors is not in vain for this Venerable. It seems the first unfortunate one is your Yunling Temple."

Even though those across are all Golden Core Cultivators, even if all four of them are slightly weaker than Shikong, Shikong today is probably doomed.

However, Zheng Yi found this scene extremely speechless.

These people are all old foxes who have cultivated for who knows how many years, how could they fall for such an obvious trap? And how could they so easily reveal their cards?

Going to the Nether Spirit Race’s territory to rescue people, how could it be just this one Golden Core Expert, Shikong?

No matter how strong Shikong was, a Golden Core is still a Golden Core.

Even if Shikong had heaven-defying skills and could take down all four Golden Core of the Nether Spirit Race, how would he take the few Foundation Establishment stages out of this perilous place?

Speaking of Nether Spirit Race.

They suddenly attacked, slaughtering disciples of the Major Sects, to prepare for all-out war with humans.

In these circumstances, they would have considered the possibility of humans coming to rescue people.

Therefore, various preparations would have been made long ago.

He could be sure that soon, both sides would start an infinite chess game, sending out experts, one side responding with more and stronger experts, each layer higher than the last.

As for who would have the upper hand in the end, Zheng Yi couldn’t guess.

After all, he wasn’t a person from this world, he wasn’t at all familiar with the actual situation of both sides.

Zheng Yi just felt that when it’s really down to the wire, at a life-and-death struggle, playing this game was a bit naive and inefficient.

If he were the human side, he definitely wouldn’t fight in a place that might have been chosen by the Nether Spirit Race.

Even if he had to fight, he would immediately use the strongest force to directly strike.

After rescuing the people, he would quickly retreat from the dangerous place.

On the way out, he would lay false traps, pretending to delay the Nether Spirit Race’s pursuit, and return to human-controlled areas at the fastest speed.

At that time, with the terrain and people on his side, he could fight however he wanted.

Things turned out just as Zheng Yi guessed. Huiyue Demon Venerable’s smug smile hadn’t fully unfolded when three more bald heads appeared, standing beside Shikong.

Without Huiyue Demon Venerable announcing their names, Zheng Yi could guess that these should be the Four Great Vajra of Yunling Temple.

From Huiyue Demon Venerable’s expression, it was clear that he was merely a pawn from the beginning to the end.

It’s possible that the previous battles had been watched by someone all along.

Even so, Zheng Yi was indifferent.

Since appearing in the Canglan Realm up until now, he hadn’t uttered a single word of truth.

It didn’t matter whether those people believed him or not, as they had no way to verify.

With the end of a circulation of cultivation, his injuries were mostly healed.

Zheng Yi hurriedly checked Bai Zhirui’s condition.

His cheap disciple’s condition was much better than he imagined.

Unconscious solely due to the pressure from the Golden Core Cultivator, there were no particularly serious injuries beyond that.

Since she was only at the Qi Refining Stage, Huiyue Demon Venerable didn’t pay her any attention, nor did he attack directly.

He casually took an elixir from Bai Zhirui and fed it to her.

As the elixir entered her mouth, Bai Zhirui slowly awakened, "Master..."

"Don’t speak. Take them and follow me."

Bai Zhirui had long regarded all of Zheng Yi’s words as supreme.

Without asking a single question, she picked up the unconscious Su Yao and followed Zheng Yi, who was carrying Lin Fengg.

After only a few steps, Bai Zhirui noticed something was amiss.

At that moment, she noticed that there were eight pairs of eyes firmly locked on them.

Even though none of these Golden Core Cultivators used any power, Bai Zhirui immediately felt she could hardly breathe.

Her feet seemed rooted, unable to move.

Zheng Yi calmly shielded his disciple, "Don’t worry, these guys don’t have time for us now, let’s get to a safe place first."

Bai Zhirui wasn’t sure if her master was shielding her from the pressure of the Golden Core Great Power.

Nonetheless, she found she could move again.

On the other side, the eight Golden Core Great Powers were also stunned, watching these little ones, who were like ants to them.

At this moment, although they hadn’t really used any power, the innate pressure from the Golden Core Experts was no joke.

To see them standing off, logically, little ones on Zheng Yi’s level, without protection from them, could barely manage, it seemed quite remarkable.

Yet Zheng Yi, not only managed to move freely but also carried out a self-rescue.

"The Four Great Vajra of Yunling Temple, such great prestige, today I shall meet you." In the sky, a giant crow soared with billowing black smoke.

"Marquis Mu Wu!" The faces of the Four Great Vajra changed slightly.

This crow stood as tall as a two-story building, surrounded by orange flames, emitting thick smoke.

Its peculiar form even piqued Zheng Yi’s curiosity for a time.

He couldn’t help feeling that this crow was like a burning charcoal log.

As their gazes met, the crow visibly paused.

With a cultivation at the peak of the Golden Core Stage, Zheng Yi’s depth naturally couldn’t escape its notice.

He was at the mid-stage Crystal, unable to break through due to injuries.

For such a little guy to dare meet its gaze?

A roar sent Zheng Yi’s body hair standing on end.

Not waiting for Zheng Yi to react, a kasaya with golden embroidery blocked between him and Marquis Mu Wu.

"Amitabha Buddha. Master meeting and immediately killing, taints too much karma," spoke an old monk, kind-eyed and gentle, unlike the murderous Four Great Vajra.

Yet seeing him appear changed the faces of all Nether Spirit Race cultivators.

Even the arrogant Marquis Mu Wu seemingly retracted his wings instinctively.

Zheng Yi watched, half amused, half exasperated.

This old monk appeared kind, with no murderous aura, yet Zheng Yi could ascertain this old monk was not without blood on his hands.

The monk’s every movement carried an inherent authority, evident of one who held power over life and death.

Even if not an Emperor, he was certainly nobility or a high-ranking official. Perhaps he hadn’t personally killed, but a mere command resulted in countless executions.

By seeing these few monks, it was evident Yunling Temple was not merely a place for Buddhist devotion.

"Head of Precepts Hall, Master Qinghui of Yunling Temple." Marquis Mu Wu’s smoke and flame grew denser as he pronounced the name deliberately.

Zheng Yi finally took refuge behind the monks.