Eternal Life as False Emperor

Upon hearing this, another Nether Spirit Cultivator instinctively nodded, then discontentedly said, "No matter what, it’s always better to be cautious."

"There’s no need to be cautious anymore. They have been inhaling this Soul-devouring Smoke for three or four days now, and I indeed don’t believe anyone can withstand it."

"Do you believe, as long as we stop the Soul-devouring Smoke now, no matter what we ask these useless humans to do, they’ll obediently comply?"

"Enough! If you want to die, go fight those Human Race Cultivators yourself, don’t drag me into it." The Nether Spirit Cultivator responsible for obtaining the Soul-devouring Smoke coldly stopped their conversation.

Just at that moment, it so happened that a Cultivator from Qingzhu Mountain returned.

Although he didn’t hear everything clearly, he understood that these Nether Spirit people harbored malicious intentions.

"This smoke is indeed problematic. You Nether Spirit scumbags, just wait. I’ll report to the Sect Leader right now and kill you all."

Upon hearing his words, the several Nether Spirit Cultivators didn’t express much.

"I just warned you not to speak recklessly, and now you’ve been discovered, haven’t you?"

"So what if we’ve been discovered? We don’t even have to do anything. If he can walk ten miles out, I’ll call it my loss." The Nether Spirit Cultivator with a leopard head sneered disdainfully.

"You guys are dealing with the Soul-devouring Smoke for the first time and don’t know how vicious it is."

"I can tell you, this thing is even more terrifying than you can imagine."

The leopard head ordered the cultivator and teased, "If you want to report, go ahead and do it. See who’s dead in the end?"

Feeling the mockery in the other’s eyes, the Qingzhu Mountain Cultivator suddenly shuddered, pointing at the other with a face full of horror: "Could it be? This is impossible!"

Seeing his appearance, he looked like someone whose faith had collapsed.

The leopard-headed Nether Spirit shrugged with a chuckle: "Believe it or not, the thing is, doesn’t it depend on your Sect Leader whether this thing can be used?"

This guy was merciless, delivering the final blow to the Human Race Cultivator.

"Sect Leader!" The Qingzhu Mountain Cultivator looked at the sky, at a figure battling with the Star Sea Cultivators, his teeth nearly grinding.

They were focused on avenging the Young Sect Leader’s death.

Yet, in the Sect Leader’s heart, they were mere disposable pawns.

As he was about to say something, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

He could clearly feel that his Spiritual Energy and Physical Strength, and even life, were being drained by some terrifying creature.

He quickly cultivated to resist, but could only barely slow it down.

At most, within an hour, he would be completely drained by this invisible terror.

During this process, many Qingzhu Mountain Cultivators came to replenish the Soul-devouring Smoke.

He wanted to warn his fellows that this was all a conspiracy, and this mysterious black smoke was more terrifying than the world’s most vicious poison.

However, he simply had no way to open his mouth. Even a small movement would make him feel like a deflating balloon, causing all his power to rapidly drain away.

Initially, it was bearable, but as time went on, severe pain began to appear in his meridians.

It felt as if needles were swiftly flowing through his meridians.

He endured it for a while, finally unable to bear the pain, letting out a cry of agony.

Just as he uttered the cry, he quickly shriveled up.

Within two breaths, he became a dried corpse lacking any moisture, after which the corpse quickly crumbled to ashes and vanished, leaving only his clothes and belongings.

Even the Nether Spirit Cultivators were dumbfounded by the scene.

"This... This is the true power of the Soul-devouring Smoke?"

The Nether Spirit Cultivator responsible for acquiring the Soul-devouring Smoke felt his scalp tingling, realizing he had been close to death’s door.

Previously, he had been curious, wanting to take a puff to see what it was like.

Now, recalling it, fortunately, he wasn’t too curious.

The leopard-headed person coldly laughed in triumph: "Now you know how formidable the Soul-devouring Smoke is, right?"

"But no need to worry. This thing only affects humans. Even if we Nether Spirit Cultivators accidentally touch it, we won’t be drained to ashes."

Seeing everyone relieved, the leopard-headed person solemnly reminded: "But you better not casually touch this stuff. Although you won’t die, it’ll make you wish for death but be unable to die."

No words can compare to witnessing it first-hand.

These Nether Spirit Cultivators now fear the Soul-devouring Smoke like a poisonous snake.

The one responsible for replenishing Qingzhu Mountain Cultivators with Soul-devouring Smoke now tries to hold his breath each time, as if it’s some deadly poison.

The leopard-headed man said irritably: "Do you really need to act like this? Haven’t you seen those humans starting to suspect us?"

"Rest assured, as long as you don’t breathe it in, it won’t affect you at all."

"While you’re right, I’m still scared." The Nether Spirit Cultivator supplementing the Soul-devouring Smoke said, tearfully.

The leopard-headed man cursed irritably: "Useless! If the General saw you so cowardly, he might butcher you on the spot."

"Then you guard the furnace and let me handle the Soul-devouring Smoke replenishment."