Eternal Life as False Emperor

Before today, if anyone had dared to tell Zui Jiu that he, a dignified Divinity Transformation Expert, would be taking commands from a little Crystal Stage brat.

He would have definitely used a Heaven-burning Flame to burn them to ashes.

But now, he’s truly out of ideas.

At such a critical moment, a traitor emerged within the Human Race, putting him in a position where there’s no way forward and pursuers behind.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to do.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zheng Yi naturally stepped up; he had long had enough of others controlling his fate.

Moreover, if he hadn’t had this bit of resolve, he would have been killed by the Great Yu Emperor just when he had crossed over.

How else could he have achieved today, not only founding the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty but also successfully breaking through to the Crystal Stage?

"Senior, breaking through the situation is simple; choose a human territory farthest from their encirclement and escape."

There may indeed be traitors within the Human Race, but such people are ultimately a minority.

They could bribe a few, but they couldn’t bribe everyone.

Setting up an ambush in a hidden place is not a problem; Zheng Yi didn’t believe these guys could run rampant within human territory.

If the humans on this side were really so useless, they would have been completely swallowed by the Nether Spirit Race long ago; how could they have persisted until now?

"Right!" Zui Jiu suddenly realized, feeling a burning pain on his face.

Some things are like a layer of window paper.

When not broken, it seems impossibly difficult, as if there’s no solution at all.

But once broken, you find it was actually so simple.

As the saying goes, the onlooker sees more clearly than the player; sometimes that’s just how it is. The ones involved seem to go mad, insisting on bashing their heads hard.

With Zheng Yi’s one remark, Zui Jiu was suddenly enlightened.

Without needing further instruction from Zheng Yi, he merely raised a finger, and the Wine Gourd traced a long arc in the air, changing direction.

He didn’t exactly follow Zheng Yi’s advice of picking the farthest escape route.

Instead, he flew towards the direction of his own Sect.

After all, the humans are not united as one.

When there’s no Nether Spirit Race invasion, these Sects fight over resources countless times.

Right now, except for his own Sect, he trusts no one.

The Resentment Book Demon Monarch, who had been eagerly pursuing, panicked when he saw Zui Jiu change direction.

He formed a Spell with his hand, and his speed suddenly increased substantially.

In just two breaths, he was within a hundred meters of Zui Jiu.

This distance, for a Divinity Transformation Expert, was as close as face-to-face.

"Zui Jiu, you old geezer, if you have the guts, don’t run, and fight to the death with this Monarch."

"You weak, despicable humans, what else can you do besides running away?"

"This Monarch seriously doubts how a trash like you managed to cultivate to the Divinity Transformation Level."

Just as Zui Jiu was about to speak, Zheng Yi, standing by, laughed and taunted: "What a childish Provocation Technique, how do you have the nerve to use it?"

"Someone once told me you guys from the Nether Spirit Race are a bunch of idiots. I didn’t quite believe it; after all, you are a powerful race ruling over the Canglan Realm, with countless experts."

"But now I see, the reason you have so many experts is all thanks to your innate talents, with absolutely no brains."

Being scolded by a Crystal Stage ant pointing at his nose.

The Resentment Book Demon Monarch had never suffered such humiliation since birth, his extreme rage making him tremble, wishing he could crush this human ant bit by bit: "Ant, this Monarch..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zheng Yi impatiently interrupted him: "All day long it’s ’ant this, ant that,’ don’t you guys even have any creativity in insulting people?"

"So what if I am an ant? If you have the guts, come get me now."

Saying this, Zheng Yi even raised his middle finger, giving the Resentment Book Demon Monarch an internationally recognized gesture.

The Resentment Book Demon Monarch didn’t know what Zheng Yi’s gesture meant.

But judging from the other party’s expression, he could guess it was definitely insulting.

"Fine, fine, fine! This Monarch originally wanted to play with you guys, but since you’re courting death, this Monarch will oblige."

The Resentment Book Demon Monarch reached into his Spatial Bag, took out an Elixir, and popped it into his mouth.

Just by looking at the Elixir’s shimmering, Spiritual Qi-filled appearance, it was clear it was no ordinary item.

Seeing the Elixir, Zui Jiu was utterly shocked.

"Damn, is this guy crazy? He just took such a crucial Elixir at this moment?"

As soon as the Elixir entered, the Spiritual Qi on the Resentment Book Demon Monarch erupted wildly.

"Damn!" Zheng Yi was also stunned.

His shock wasn’t due to the Resentment Book Demon Monarch’s power, which increased by more than a quarter.

Mainly it’s the way this guy’s energy erupted, reminding Zheng Yi of some cartoon he watched before crossing over, where a character’s hair turned yellow when they powered up.

Seeing that the opponent was really going all out, Zui Jiu dared not be careless and quickly took out an Elixir to swallow as well.

His body surrounded by fierce winds, his speed suddenly increased greatly. The Resentment Book Demon Monarch, who just caught up, was again left far behind by Zui Jiu.

"I tell you, kid, you better keep a closer watch on that mouth of yours in the future. Otherwise, at some point, someone might secretly take you out."