Eternal Life as False Emperor

"Can only exert the level of early-stage Foundation Establishment." Zheng Yi was stretching his limbs behind the wooden cabin.

This world felt very strange to him.

No matter where he was, he felt prickly all over, as if there was an invisible pair of eyes watching him.

Moreover, these eyes seemed to be filled with malice.

The whole world seemed to emit a faint sense of rejection.

It was like being submerged in water with invisible shackles, and if he did nothing, he would gradually be pushed to the water’s surface by buoyancy.

"Given this..." Zheng Yi pondered, stroking his chin.

The Azure Moon Flame Emperor’s avatar desperately pulled him into this world, it can’t just be for a crossing package.

The greatest possibility is that this world, like his original world, is the Origin World of the Azure Moon Flame Emperor.

The Azure Moon Flame Emperor is from this world and can utilize all its resources.

Though the Azure Moon Flame Emperor couldn’t possibly fully understand this world as a whole. But as the absolute protagonist of this world, the entire world stands by him.

It’s like the Cangxuan Realm controlled by Zheng Yi, where even a cultivator at the Divinity Transformation Stage would have their cultivation suppressed by the world’s consciousness.

And Zheng Yi, as Emperor, can wield almost all forces to pull out and deal with his enemies at will.

"Keep a low profile, now isn’t the time to attract attention." Zheng Yi warned himself silently.

Given the current situation, the wisest choice is to lie low for now. No matter what he wants to do, at least he needs a basic understanding of this world.

The spiritual qi gradually recovered, eventually stopping at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Although the cultivation was present, it was firmly suppressed by an unknown force, making advancing further almost as difficult as starting anew.

The window behind the wooden cabin opened, and the old man called out to Zheng Yi: "Young man, you’ve just recovered from your injuries. Don’t exercise too vigorously, come back and eat first."

"Thank you, sir!" Zheng Yi had just raised his foot but suddenly stepped into the void, losing balance and falling to the side.

Unexpectedly losing balance, Zheng Yi instinctively struck out a palm in the direction he was falling.

Boom!

The rock, half as tall as a human, was instantly split in half by Zheng Yi.

The old man calling Zheng Yi to eat was dumbfounded.

Zheng Yi realized that his reaction was a bit excessive; it was just a fall, even if he did nothing, he wouldn’t get hurt.

At the time, he didn’t think much, instinctively taking action.

He smiled awkwardly at the old man: "Sorry, sir, it was a slip."

The old man, unperturbed, said: "There’s no shortage of broken rocks in the mountains, nothing to apologize for. Hurry over and eat."

Inside the wooden cabin, the old man served a pot of pale yellow rice porridge, husks floating atop, with a small dish of unknown wild vegetables in the middle of the table.

Looking at the humble food, honestly, Zheng Yi was hesitant to eat.

Before crossing over, Zheng Yi was a modern man.

Although life wasn’t exceptionally good, he had never eaten such seemingly unprocessed food.

Moreover, even humble as such, it seemed this small family didn’t enjoy it frequently.

This was evident from Xiaobao’s ravenous eating.

The little fellow devoured his bowl of yellow porridge in a few swift bites, even licking his bowl clean.

Afterward, he eagerly eyed Zheng Yi and the old man.

Though the little fellow looked plump, his complexion wasn’t particularly good.

The old man, seeing this, poured half of his rice porridge into the little fellow’s bowl: "Eat quickly, then hurry and practice."

This grandfather and grandson pair were also cultivators, though their strength was far from the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Yet, they were genuine cultivators.

Compared to Zheng Yi, who had taken down the Emperor without any clue about cultivation, they were far more capable.

In the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty, their strength would be quite formidable.

But now, they could only eat coarse food.

Seeing Zheng Yi hadn’t moved, the old man apologized: "Sorry, young man, there’s nothing more to offer than these humble meals. Please don’t mind."

Zheng Yi hurriedly waved his hand: "Filling the stomach with good food is fine; I just don’t want to trouble you."

He picked up the porridge and took a big gulp.

By coincidence, a grain of sand in the rice porridge got stuck in his throat, causing Zheng Yi to cough heavily.

Several rice grains fell to the floor, causing Xiaobao and the old man some distress.

Zheng Yi coughed for quite a while before gradually recovering.

A dignified cultivator, nearly choked by a grain of sand.

"I truly apologize!" Zheng Yi said awkwardly.

No matter what, they were hosting with the best they had, blaming anything would be ungrateful.

Yet the rice, who knows how long it had been stored, tasted rather spoiled when entered the mouth.

Besides, the flavor hit Zheng Yi extra hard due to his enhanced senses as a cultivator.

He truly didn’t have the courage to take a second bite.

"Elder Chen, though my cultivation isn’t too high, I dare say I have some skills. If you hold on for a bit, I’ll go hunting and we can enjoy some feast."

Despite not knowing much about the world, when he stepped out earlier, he glanced at the cattle pen.

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