Eternal Life as False Emperor

Chapter 460: Chapter 370: Divinity Transformation’s Trail (Part 2)

Bai Zhirui clenched her teeth as well, continuously casting various forms of magic, engaging in a strategic dance with her opponent.

Her hands swiftly formed incantation gestures, with a milky-white Purifying World Holy Fire guarding her body. She flew rapidly while using it to fend off the attacks from the Nether Spirit Race Cultivator behind her.

Time ticked by second by second, and Bai Zhirui’s physical and spiritual power were rapidly depleting, yet her resolve only grew stronger.

"I can definitely hold on, I must!" she kept encouraging herself in her heart.

"Little girl! Die for me!"

At this moment, the Nether Spirit Race Cultivator roared in anger.

Bai Zhirui’s divine thought moved, and she saw a giant wing suddenly appear behind this cultivator, blazing with black flames.

The flames surged and turned into a giant black claw mark in the air, striking towards Bai Zhirui.

"Boom...!"

The Purifying World Holy Fire across the two was instantly shattered, and the black claw mark attacked Bai Zhirui with extreme speed.

Bai Zhirui felt an unprecedented crisis, but she didn’t panic.

Taking a deep breath, she clapped her hands fiercely, her divine thought vibrated, and she recited incantations.

"White Lotus Incarnation, burn the world of mortals!"

"Mother of Non-birth, Hometown of the True Void!"

"Boom!"

Her magical power surged immediately, almost igniting, and her entire aura reached its peak in an instant.

In a flash, the White Lotus Magical Artifact spun violently, turning into a vast white light, enveloping Bai Zhirui and forming a solid defensive barrier.

The claw mark collided with the barrier, emitting a thunderous roar.

Bai Zhirui only felt her vision go dark, almost fainting.

But she endured the tremor, staring firmly ahead, realizing she had successfully blocked the attack.

And at this moment, a quarter of an hour had finally passed.

"Girl, well done!" Zheng Yi’s voice echoed in her mind.

Subsequently, Zheng Yi’s powerful divine thought surged again.

The Spiritual Needle struck out, and before the Nether Spirit Race Cultivator could react, Zheng Yi directly shattered his head, leaving him lifeless.

Bai Zhirui collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily, but a victorious smile appeared on her face.

After this fierce battle and escape, Bai Zhirui felt her own growth.

She understood the importance of calmness, decisiveness, and tenacity when facing strong enemies.

"Thank you... Master!"

"Hurry up and leave, I can already sense several powerful presences heading this way."

Bai Zhirui’s face changed slightly, realizing this was the Nether Abyss!

She promptly nodded, "Yes, Master!"

Bai Zhirui was about to leave but was stopped by Zheng Yi: "Go pick up that cultivator’s storage bag."

"This is the Nether Abyss, we never know what’s happening in the Nether Abyss City, don’t waste it."

"Master, your considerations are thorough."

Bai Zhirui hurried back, picked up the storage bag, and quickly left.

As for the storage bags of the other two, they were too far away and had to be given up.

Under the coverage of Zheng Yi’s divine thought, indeed, several powerful presences were approaching from behind.

Among them were three Golden Core Stage presences!

Zheng Yi was not yet a match for Golden Core Stage Cultivators, so they naturally had to flee as far as possible.

A few days later.

In the deep darkness of the Nether Abyss, Bai Zhirui was stealthily moving alone.

She wore a black magic robe, her clothes fluttering in the wind, unable to hide her exhaustion and resilience.

The originally white robe had long become bloody due to days of skirmishes.

To escape pursuit and remain hidden, she had to forsake her favored white attire for this black robe that facilitated stealth.

With the secret assistance of her mentor Zheng Yi, she had evaded numerous dangers.

Upon reaching a place known as the ’Blackthorn Forest,’ even with Zheng Yi’s help, she dared not fly and could only pass through on the ground.

Flying alone in the current Nether Abyss was far too conspicuous.

Even though Zheng Yi’s divine thought could detect enemies from tens of miles away, escaping them was still difficult.

The reason... there were simply too many Nether Beasts and Nether Spirit Race Cultivators here!

Bai Zhirui’s face was as pale as paper, her forehead covered in beads of sweat, with a look of determination and resolve in her eyes.

She walked briskly, the ground beneath her feet rough and uneven, but she did not dare to pause, relying on her excellent lightweight technique to easily glide over it.

The Nether Abyss was filled with a dense atmosphere of death, with eerie roars echoing all around.

Suddenly, a deep roar sounded behind her, causing Bai Zhirui’s heart to tighten. She turned to look and saw several huge Nether Beasts charging toward her.

These Nether Beasts were grotesque in appearance, their bodies like small mountains, with sharp claws gleaming coldly in the darkness.

Zheng Yi had already detected these Nether Beasts with his divine thought and warned Bai Zhirui.

But the number of Nether Beasts in the dense forest was simply too great; no matter which way you went, you’d encounter them, so it was better to choose the direction with the fewest.

Bai Zhirui took a deep breath, desperately urging the spiritual power within her to speed up her advance.

Just as the Nether Beasts were about to catch up with her, her master’s voice suddenly echoed in her mind.

"Don’t panic, the dense forest on the left side."

"Yes, master!"

Without hesitation, Bai Zhirui acted according to Zheng Yi’s instructions.

After entering the passage, Zheng Yi used his strong power of divine thought to create some illusion realms, causing the Nether Beasts to lose their way.

Bai Zhirui took the opportunity to escape the pursuit of the Nether Beasts and hid in a hidden cave, panting heavily.

Since waking up, she didn’t know how many times this situation had occurred.

There was even a time when, among a group of Nether Beasts, she found traces of Nether Spirit Race cultivators.

At least ten thousand Nether Spirit Race cultivators were arranged in formation, moving forward like huge waves.

The aura of them, the lowest was at the Foundation Establishment Stage, not to mention Golden Core Stage or Nascent Soul Stage.

When Zheng Yi’s divine thought just swept across, it was immediately detected.

A strong force of divine thought surged from the crowd and fiercely collided with Zheng Yi’s.

It was during that clash that Zheng Yi’s divine thought was injured, almost turning him into an idiot!

If not for the protection of the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror, his divine thought would have already collapsed.

Divinity Transformation!

It must be a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator!

At that time, he hurriedly took Bai Zhirui and fled swiftly.

With his divine thought damaged, his guidance to Bai Zhirui was considerably reduced.

Later, he speculated that perhaps the Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator’s divine thought attack was also countered by the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror.

Otherwise, it couldn’t be explained how Bai Zhirui, a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator, managed to escape the pursuit of the Nether Spirit Race cultivator group.

This encounter caused the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror to deliver an information again.

[Witnessing the action of a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator grants 1 point of Power of Time.]

point of Power of Time!

Zheng Yi felt a bit of joy, confirming it was indeed a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator!

This proves that in both the Canglan Realm and Nether Abyss, whether in spiritual qi density or world level, they are above the Profound Cyan Realm.

Therefore, he should gather the Power of Time as quickly as possible to traverse to the Canglan Realm.

Only in the Canglan Realm could he find the chance to break through to Nascent Soul and even Divinity Transformation!

However, the danger had not been eliminated.

After a brief rest, Bai Zhirui continued forward.

Before long, Zheng Yi’s voice echoed again in her mind: "Stop, there are Nether Spirit Race cultivators ahead."

Bai Zhirui’s heart shook, and she carefully hid behind a large rock to observe the situation ahead.

A group of Nether Spirit Race cultivators, dressed in black robes, were cautiously searching the surroundings, holding magical artifacts in their hands.

"Hold your breath; don’t make any sound."

Zheng Yi reminded, as Bai Zhirui tightly covered her mouth, her heart pounding like a drum.

Fortunately, the Nether Spirit Race cultivators did not discover her whereabouts and gradually moved away.

Bai Zhirui breathed a sigh of relief and continued her journey toward the human realm city: Nether Abyss City.

After what seemed like ages, Bai Zhirui finally passed through the Blackthorn Forest and climbed over a large mountain.

Zheng Yi’s voice came again: "Zhirui, as your master, I sense with the power of divine thought that there are human race cultivators fighting with Nether Spirit Race cultivators ahead. Let’s go help them."

Bai Zhirui hesitated slightly, saying: "Master, we can barely protect ourselves. Isn’t it too dangerous to help?"

Zheng Yi said quietly: "Helping them is also helping us; we must quickly reach Nether Abyss City. From them, we might learn what has happened in the Nether Abyss."

"Yes, master!"