Eternal Life as False Emperor

The battlefield where dozens of Golden Core experts are fighting seems like the apocalypse, with explosions of spiritual power everywhere, as if they can’t wait to shatter the heavens and earth together.

Among all the Golden Core experts, the most conspicuous is the great crow, Marquis Mu Wu.

His form is enormous, wings spread wide, blocking out the sky, and the pitch-black smoke around him is filled with sparks that cover the battlefield.

On the human side, any cultivator who comes into contact with those sparks is immediately left covered in ash.

In comparison, Qinghui is no less formidable. As he joins his hands together, a solemn chanting arises, and the kasaya on his back flies into the sky, enshrouding the heavens and earth in the blink of an eye, forcibly blocking Marquis Mu Wu’s dark smoke.

Continuous explosions echo forth, yet they cannot touch the kasaya in the slightest.

Shikong, glowing with golden light, charges at the forefront, fending off countless attacks from the Nether Spirit cultivators.

The other three monks from Yunling Temple, also unleashed their Buddhist Dharma with murderous intent, showing no trace of the Buddhist family’s compassion.

The sword cultivators move across the battlefield like the wind, and even though Zheng Yi strains his eyes, he can only catch glimpses of the fleeting brilliance amidst the smoke and explosions.

Although he hasn’t joined these Golden Core Great Cultivators in battle, his situation is still extremely perilous.

Even with his current cultivation, even a random stroke from these experts would smash him to pieces, despite having the Pristine Human Emperor Body.

Yet even so, Zheng Yi has no intention of stopping his steps.

No matter how dangerous the situation becomes, he can always make his own choices.

Staying in the rear is certainly safe, but that would be tantamount to placing his life in the hands of others.

As an emperor, how could he allow himself to be manipulated at will?

The Human Race cultivators could clearly sense that the Nether Spirit Race’s offensive had weakened considerably, focusing more on defense.

"Everyone be careful, these guys are definitely holding back, waiting for a chance to take out that little one," Shikong warned immediately.

"Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on them, it’s not going to be easy for them to target this little guy," someone reassured.

A sword cultivator scoffed, "I already warned him earlier, but that kid refused to listen. If he wants to seek his own death, it has nothing to do with us. Maybe we can even use this opportunity to eliminate a few Nether Spirit scum."

Several others agreed with him.

"This kid’s origins are unclear; maybe he’s a traitor to the Nether Spirit Race."

"If he behaves, we’ll naturally save his life, but if he doesn’t know what’s good for him, we can’t be blamed."

"His motives are unclear; I think we should just kill him."

"After all, he’s one of our Human Race, we can’t let those Nether Spirit scum laugh at us. If possible, we should save him."

A Golden Core expert said, raising his hand and pointing at Zheng Yi, sending out a talisman that formed a mysterious pattern in front of him.

Many of the attacks falling around Zheng Yi were easily blocked by this talisman.

"These guys aren’t completely stupid, after all." Zheng Yi’s tense nerves finally relaxed a bit.

Although he hadn’t ventured much closer to the battlefield earlier, he had to be constantly aware of attacks from all directions, which consumed considerable energy.

After a brief rest, Zheng Yi continued to move towards Huiyue Demon Venerable’s location.

Initially, he still moved slowly, since he wasn’t sure if the talisman protecting him would only work in one spot.

Once Zheng Yi realized that this talisman moved with him, his speed increased significantly.

Instantly, almost everyone’s attention was drawn to him.

The Golden Core experts were all curious about why a mere Crystal Stage junior would have the audacity to meddle in their battle.

Finally, Zheng Yi approached the area where Huiyue Demon Venerable was fighting.

Moreover, thanks to the talisman, he was over a hundred steps closer than he had originally anticipated.

"Huiyue Demon Venerable, I previously swore to the Canglan Netherlord that if you let us go, I would give you all the treasures I possess."

"Although the Demon Venerable was treacherous and wanted to kill us, I will keep my promise."

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Human Race cultivators couldn’t help but roll their eyes.

"Is this kid out of his mind?"

"Even if he swore to the Canglan Netherlord, Huiyue Demon Venerable didn’t actually let them go. If we hadn’t saved him, this kid would already be dead, and there’d be no need to keep that nonsense of a vow."

"I thought he wanted to do something grand, but he took such a big risk just to give treasures to the Nether Spirit Race? To be this foolish, I now believe he definitely isn’t a Nether Spirit mole, those guys wouldn’t make someone so dumb an agent."

Some cultivators kindly reminded Zheng Yi.

"Kid, you don’t need to keep that vow, nothing will hold you to it, hurry back."

The reaction from the Nether Spirit Race cultivators wasn’t much different.

They all thought this human junior must be insane.

In addition to their surprise, they also felt a surge of greed.

They might not have been part of the entire chase, but they knew a few things.

For instance, this human junior in front of them, while not very powerful, likely isn’t from the Canglan Realm and was brought here from another world by accident.