Eternal Life as False Emperor

"Thank you, Elder Xie, for saving my life." Zheng Yi gratefully thanked Shen Weiyao.

Before Shen Weiyao could respond, everyone felt a familiar aura.

"Azure Moon Flame Emperor!" Zheng Yi exclaimed in shock.

He had self-destructed, yet this guy is still alive?

A rustling sound came from the forest.

Covered in charred black, with both legs and arms already gone, Azure Moon Flame Emperor appeared before them like a human stick.

Shen Weiyao coldly said, "Still not giving up? You were no match for me just now, do you still think you can act arrogantly now?"

Azure Moon Flame Emperor narrowed his eyes, seemingly identifying Shen Weiyao’s location by sound.

"I... indeed, am not your match." Azure Moon Flame Emperor spoke slowly.

Everyone was curious as to what this guy was planning.

Suddenly, Azure Moon Flame Emperor grinned hideously: "But Zheng Yi must die."

A piece of fabric suddenly flew out from the grass under Zheng Yi’s feet, sticking to Zheng Yi’s calf.

Shen Weiyao sensed something was wrong and immediately attempted to use Mirror Flower Water Moon to protect Zheng Yi.

"Hahaha, it’s too late now. This time, not even wings will help you escape."

Whoosh!

Zheng Yi disappeared without a trace in front of Shen Weiyao, a master at the peak of the Enlightenment Stage.

Shen Weiyao fumed: "Azure Moon Flame Emperor, you’re asking for death! Wuling Weak Water!"

A pitch-black drop of water instantly pierced through Azure Moon Flame Emperor’s clone’s forehead.

However, Wuling Weak Water did not drill out from the back of Azure Moon Flame Emperor’s head but completely vanished.

A thousand miles away.

In the Nether Spirit Race’s territory, Azure Moon Flame Emperor, who had just started to notice an issue with one of his clones, did not pay much attention at first.

The two races had officially gone to war recently, and to ensure the Nether Spirit Cultivators infiltrating human territory could complete their tasks better.

Azure Flame Emperor gave many cultivators the right to summon his clones.

His clones, although not comparable to legitimate cultivators at the Enlightenment Stage.

But dealing with the Divinity Transformation Stage, they were more than sufficient.

Moreover, even being eliminated didn’t matter, at least it could weaken the Human Race’s strength.

At the very least, self-destruction was never a problem.

As a pure Fire Cultivator.

It was not boasting when Azure Moon Flame Emperor claimed that his self-destructing power was unrivaled in the entire Canglan Realm.

Several spirit cultivators hurried over in succession.

"Senior, what happened?"

"Your Excellency Flame Emperor, are you alright?"

Bereft of spirit from harboring anxieties.

Yet, Azure Moon Flame Emperor immediately sensed a massive force explode in his sea of consciousness.

Had it not been for Azure Moon Flame Emperor’s timely response, safeguarding his mind instantly, he might have turned stupid by now.

Even then, his condition was not great; his sea of consciousness was in turmoil.

Consequently, he lost control of his cultivation technique, and the spiritual Qi in his body erupted without restraint.

With a bang, the roof exploded upwards.

"Damn, what the hell happened?"

Before other cultivators arrived, Azure Moon Flame Emperor quickly took a healing elixir, feigning a composed attitude as if nothing had occurred.

Seeing that Azure Moon Flame Emperor was angry due to unfavorable battles on the front line.

Azure Moon Flame Emperor then expelled the Nether Spirit cultivators, spitting out black blood intensely.

"This is... Wuling Weak Water. Shen Weiyao, I will fight you to the end!"

After a cup of tea’s time.

The Nether King and Barbarian Bull Power King had also learned of Azure Moon Flame Emperor’s injury.

"How’s the situation?" The Nether King asked calmly, his tone full of discontent toward Azure Moon Flame Emperor.

"Your Highness the Nether King, this is Wuling Weak Water. My injuries are extremely severe, and it will take at least thirty years to recover to peak condition."

Barbarian Bull Power King angrily said, "You fool, you pick the worst time to get hurt? You’ve jeopardized the major matters of His Highness the Nether King."

Had it been at another time, Azure Moon Flame Emperor would have taught the other party a lesson for speaking in such a manner.

However, now, his injuries were too severe to act.

"Your Highness the Nether King, it was not my intent. No one expected that Shen Weiyao, that vile woman, would use Wuling Weak Water."

"Nevertheless, though I’m heavily injured, that woman Shen Weiyao won’t have a good time either. In terms of high-end combat power, our Nether Spirit Race remains superior."

The Nether King’s figure was shrouded in darkness, his thoughts unreadable.

After a long while, he waved gently: "I understand. Go heal yourself. I will send suitable Heavenly and Earthly Treasures to your mansion."

Azure Moon Flame Emperor departed respectfully.

Returning to his palace, his face’s pain vanished.

Though the clone was destroyed, he learned of what transpired previously.

The injuries were genuine, and Azure Moon Flame Emperor dared not conceal even a bit about them.

The good news was, that Zheng Yi, that damned fellow, had been dragged into his Origin World by his clone.

Once he recuperates, no... not even a full recovery is necessary, just restoring one or two tenths, he would seek Zheng Yi to avenge his child’s death.

"Zheng Yi, oh Zheng Yi, you must stay alive."

Azure Moon Flame Emperor grabbed a handful of elixirs, stuffed them into his mouth, and began cultivating to recover.

Elsewhere, Zheng Yi felt as if a giant hand was grabbing his calf, pulling him relentlessly into the endless abyss.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was futile.

He didn’t know how long he struggled before finally giving up in despair.

Darkness surrounded him, with faint stars perceivable amidst it.

Yet, Zheng Yi could not ascertain if these stars were real or mere illusions born from the darkness.

Suddenly, while falling, Zheng Yi hit something.

The overwhelming impact made Zheng Yi lose consciousness instantly.

Before fainting, he heard a crisp voice exclaiming, "Grandpa, someone fell into our cattle shed!"

Afterward, Zheng Yi completely lost consciousness.

Unsure of how long it took, Zheng Yi opened his eyes again to the sight of a roof made from pasture.

Despite being covered with a blanket, it was as thin as if he were not covered at all.

The cold wind breezed through the four-leaking wooden house, making Zheng Yi shiver involuntarily.

Although his cultivation was intact, a mysterious force suppressed him, rendering him no different from ordinary people.

Intending to get out of bed and check his surroundings.

The intense pain throughout his body made even moving his hand difficult for Zheng Yi.

What comforted Zheng Yi was that he could still summon the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror.

Though his body was weak, he sensed the Pristine Human Emperor Body healing rapidly.

Creek!

The wooden door was pushed open by small pudgy hands.

A child, around six or seven years old with twin hair buns, peeked curiously at Zheng Yi on the bed.

Noticing Zheng Yi looking at him, the child gasped in surprise and quickly withdrew.

Feet scampering on the floor, the child ran swiftly away, "Grandpa! The guy who fell from the sky is awake."

Before long, a elderly man, around sixty years old with dark skin, holding a tobacco pipe entered the wooden house.

"You’re awake! How are you feeling, is there any discomfort?"

"Young brother, you fell from the sky and crashed into my cattle shed, yet you’re unharmed. Seems like you’re a cultivator, right?"

Zheng Yi forced himself to sit up and express his gratitude: "Thanks, old sir, for saving my life. The damages I caused will definitely be compensated."

The old man waved his hand with a laugh: "It’s just a couple of broken beams on the shed’s roof. They’ve already been repaired; no compensation is necessary."

"Old man, conditions are rough here. If young brother doesn’t mind, you can recover here before leaving."

Still unclear about the situation, Zheng Yi naturally wouldn’t leave quickly, thanking the old man again.

The recovery speed of his injuries was much slower than Zheng Yi expected.

With the entire skeletal structure broken, the Pristine Human Emperor Body could regain within a cup of tea’s time.

Yet it took a whole day merely to ease his pain.

Only when night fell did Zheng Yi manage to walk properly.

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