Eternal Life as False Emperor

But his cultivation is still far from reaching that level.

There must be something strange when things go awry.

Qiu Ming looked frustrated: "This guy has been traveling with us for so long, and we didn’t even notice that he’s actually a Cultivator from the Nether Spirit Race. His disguise was really deep."

The main purpose of saying this was also to show that he didn’t know Zhang Hua’s background, and to tell Lin Junrong and Zheng Yi that he was innocent.

Qiann Wanrong hurriedly explained, "I also didn’t expect Brother Zhang... Zhang Hua to be a member of the Nether Spirit Race. He hid it really well."

Jiangg He frowned, the folding fan in his hand opening and closing incessantly. After pondering for a long time, he said: "Now that I think about it, Zhang Hua’s earlier behaviors indeed had many suspicious points."

Qiu Ming quickly elbowed Jiangg He slightly, giving him a look telling him not to speak recklessly.

Jiangg He smiled: "Brother Qiu, no need to worry. If the seniors really thought we had a problem, do you think we could still be alive now?"

Zheng Yi laughed loudly: "That’s right, you don’t need to worry. If I really doubted you, I would have acted earlier."

Qiu Ming and Qiann Wanrong felt a chill down their spines, unconsciously swallowing.

"Since we bumped into each other here, the three of you should come with us for now."

Zheng Yi was also somewhat conflicted on how to handle these youngsters.

Should he let them leave on their own?

Although from the previous conversation it was clear that these three didn’t have any special relation with that guy called Zhang Hua.

But the situation now is special; what if someone else is just hiding exceptionally well?

They are now surrounded by enemies, and if their identities are exposed, they might immediately face enemy attacks.

Under such circumstances, it’s safer to keep these guys nearby.

Especially with Lin Junrong, a Divinity Transformation Expert, present.

If these guys really had any ulterior motives, at least they couldn’t escape Lin Junrong’s control.

"I’m afraid of delaying the seniors’ important matters. If you don’t mind, we are at your service," Jiangg He said respectfully, cupping his hands in a salute.

Qiu Ming and Qiann Wanrong both also expressed their willingness to follow.

"Elder Lin, please keep an eye on these young ones." Zheng Yi secretly transmitted to Lin Junrong: "If they make any unusual moves, control them immediately."

He thought for a moment and added: "This concerns the safety of our Star Sea, we must not be careless."

If it were anything else, Lin Junrong might not take it to heart, but if it concerns the entire Star Sea, she naturally wouldn’t be careless.

"Understood." Lin Junrong nodded quietly.

With these three guys in tow, their movement had significantly slowed down.

After all, as younger generation disciples, Qiu Ming and the others’ strength was relatively weaker.

It took them more than an hour to reach the vicinity of the small mountain Lin Junrong had seen earlier.

"No sentries around?" Zheng Yi asked Lin Junrong nearby, somewhat surprised.

In his original thought, this place should be a relatively important location for the enemy.

There should be an array set up and various sentries arranged to respond to unforeseen situations.

Yet, not only was there no array, but there were also no sentries arranged.

Lin Junrong carefully restrained her Divine Sense, trying her best not to let the enemy notice anything unusual.

Once again, she searched the area within a radius of dozens of meters around them.

"At least, I didn’t find any hidden presence. Unless the opponent used some kind of breath-concealing Magical Artifact."

"However, unless it’s a fellow Divinity Transformation stage expert, it’s impossible to avoid my detection."

Zheng Yi looked up at the sky.

The Void Cloud Whale roared from time to time, the battle remained intense, as if both sides were tireless.

From this position, they could see more clearly.

Qingzhu Mountain cultivators flew by from time to time, landing atop the small mountain in front.

But the treetops obscured the mountain top, preventing them from seeing what was happening up there from the base of the mountain.

To avoid exposing their identity, Zheng Yi also dared not let Lin Junrong explore the situation above.

After confirming there were no sentry arrays, they cautiously made their way up the mountain.

While this small mountain wasn’t high, it was forested, and even as cultivators, traveling was quite slow when they couldn’t easily use their Cultivation.

Especially as they approached the summit, their speed was barely faster than that of ordinary people walking.

"Be cautious, don’t make unnecessary noise." As they walked, Zheng Yi reminded everyone via transmission.

Qiu Ming and the others dared not reply easily, nodding slightly to indicate they understood, and tried their best to follow behind Zheng Yi and Lin Junrong.

Suddenly, Zheng Yi gestured for everyone to hide.

They quickly got close to a large tree, using the leaves to cover their bodies.

Just as they hid, a Sword Cultivator riding a Flying Sword skimmed past the treetops.

Flying so low, the gusts he stirred made the branches rustle loudly.

If Zheng Yi hadn’t discovered it in time, they might have been spotted by the opponent.

After waiting for a while without further movements, they all breathed a long sigh of relief.

Zheng Yi pointed towards the direction where the Sword Cultivator had disappeared, signaling everyone to head that way.

Now that they were getting closer to the summit, Qingzhu Mountain cultivators occasionally flew above, so their movements became increasingly cautious.

Understandably, their speed also slowed down.

Carefully moving forward for another half-hour, their eyes lit up as they finally reached the edge of the summit.

Here was a clearing about the size of a soccer field, but judging from the chaotic ground, it was evident it had only been cleared recently.

In the middle of the clearing was a gigantic Pill Furnace over two people tall.

However, unlike ordinary Pill Furnaces, this one continuously emitted a chilling black aura.

Beneath the Pill Furnace was an Array, with four Nether Spirit Race cultivators of ethereal bodies sitting cross-legged around it, providing power to maintain its operation.

Zheng Yi and Lin Junrong exchanged a glance.

Clearly, enabling those Qingzhu Mountain cultivators to fight long and stronger than their own capabilities, most likely stemmed from this thing.

Zheng Yi cast a sideways glance behind him, questioning Lin Junrong to ensure Qiu Ming and the others hadn’t acted suspiciously.

Lin Junrong slowly shook her head; she had not relaxed her monitoring of these people all the way here.

As a Divinity Transformation stage expert, she was confident that any potential tricks from these people couldn’t escape her notice.

Once confirmed that these people were not problematic, Zheng Yi focused his attention on the Pill Furnace in the clearing.

Just then, a Qingzhu Mountain cultivator flew over.

As he came to the side of the Pill Furnace, it was clearly seen that his cultivation level was rapidly dropping.

With blood-red eyes and a ferocious face, he shouted: "Give me! Give me quickly!"

A Nether Spirit Race cultivator standing by the Pill Furnace took out a ball of black mist from it and offered it to him.

The Qingzhu Mountain cultivator eagerly inhaled the mist, streams of black mist flowing into his nose and mouth.

His power began rising visibly; initially only at Early-stage Golden Core, in the blink of an eye, he advanced to Mid-stage Golden Core, almost reaching the Golden Core Peak.

The cultivator’s ferocious expression gradually calmed down. Black qi coiled around him, creating an eerie and sinister appearance.

"Hahaha, my power has returned, the Sect Leader really brought such a Divine Artifact." Saying so, he leapt into the air, charging towards the direction of the Void Cloud Whale.

"Fellows from the Star Sea, meet your doom!"

Once he left, one of the Nether Spirit Race cultivators maintaining the Pill Furnace sneered disdainfully: "These idiots..."

However, before he could finish, another stopped him: "Shut up, don’t talk recklessly. If they hear you and it affects the Nether King Hall’s plan, not even a hundred of you would be enough to die."

The rebuked cultivator didn’t seem afraid, instead sneering: "At this stage, what’s there to worry about?"

"Even if they understand the effect of the Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Spirit Technique, they can’t escape now."