Eternal Life as False Emperor

Chapter 462: Chapter 371: Timely Help in the Snow, Part 2

"We can’t sit here and wait to die, we must find a way to break through!" someone shouted.

The human cultivators retreated while fighting, the situation extremely intense.

They continuously cast magic and swordsmanship, attempting to fend off the attacks of the Nether Spirit Race cultivators.

Yet, the Nether Spirit Race cultivators pursued them closely, giving them no chance to catch a breath.

In the intense battle, the human cultivators’ physical and magical power gradually ran out.

Many died constantly, and the remaining human cultivators had no choice but to cluster together.

"Fellow Daoists! I will go ahead first!"

At that moment, an elder suddenly shouted.

He was seen with a flushed face, suddenly severing his right arm, transforming into a massive cloud of blood mist that enveloped him.

In an instant, the blood-colored figure turned into a flash of lightning, rapidly flying towards the distance.

Another person said nothing, their body rapidly spinning, with breezes flickering, immediately instant teleporting a hundred feet away.

Instant Teleportation Treasure!

This person must have a Nascent Soul Cultivator assisting them.

In an instant, the formation that could have been maintained collapsed, and a few more were killed immediately.

"Fellow Daoist Su Yao! Quickly go, I’ll stay behind to cover!"

Lin Feng retreated to Su Yao’s side, shouting loudly.

Su Yao’s eyebrows knitted, angrily said, "In Star Sea, there’s never been a cultivator who flees the battlefield, if you want to go, you go!"

"Su Yao...this is not the time for bravado!"

"Bravado?"

Su Yao swung both hands fiercely, and a large mass of ghastly green light suddenly shimmered out, transforming into gigantic green skulls in mid-air, forcing several Nether Spirit Race cultivators to retreat.

"Since when did Five Villages Mountain breed someone like you who is afraid of death?"

"You...!"

While the two tangled, the Nether Spirit Race cultivators closed in again.

Lin Feng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes revealing a sense of determination.

"As long as the green hills remain, there’s no fear of running out of firewood!"

"But..."

He took a deep breath, pouring all his magical power into the flying sword.

The long sword immediately emitted a dazzling light, as if an immense power was surging within.

"This is my last resort, even in death, I want to take a few Nether Spirit Race cultivators with me!" Lin Feng said through gritted teeth.

"Boom!"

Instantly, the flying sword emitted enormous spiritual qi fluctuation.

At the same time, a giant glazed tower’s phantom suddenly flashed out from the flying sword, descending from the sky, slamming hard onto the ground.

"Five-star Glazed Tower!"

"The Five Villages Mountain’s supreme treasure!"

"That’s a phantom!"

Amidst the gasps, this Five-star Glazed Tower eventually crushed seven or eight Nether Spirit Race cultivators to death before slowly dissipating.

Another human cultivator took out a mysterious magical artifact.

This magical artifact was a small jade bottle, covered with mysterious runes. The human cultivator opened the jade bottle, a powerful force surged out from it.

"This is my family’s heritage magical artifact, today let it show its greatest power!"

Magical power surged, the jade bottle suddenly soared, taking advantage of the Five-star Glazed Tower dissipating, instantly transformed into a gigantic jade bottle.

A tremendous suction came from this jade bottle.

Several Nether Spirit Race cultivators couldn’t evade in time and were immediately drawn in, unable to move.

Seeing this, Su Yao immediately controlled the green poison mist to pounce, exterminating them.

Meanwhile, only one mile away in the wasteland, Bai Zhirui’s figure slowly approached under Zheng Yi’s hidden divine thought.

"Master, is it about time, should we act?"

"Hmm."

Zheng Yi reminded, "It’s better to send charcoal in the snow than add flowers to the brocade. I didn’t let you act early just for this moment."

"These cultivators getting your help in a certain death situation might not trust you completely, but they will not doubt you."

"Take action, I will assist you."

"Yes, Master!"

At this moment, Lin Feng and the other two, besieged by the Nether Spirit Race cultivators, found themselves in trouble again.

Their last-ditch efforts killed most of the Nether Spirit Race cultivators, but seven or eight remained besieging them.

As the three were full of despair, preparing to self-destruct their magical artifacts.

Suddenly, a white light shot from afar, the figure moving swiftly, reaching the center of the battlefield in an instant.

"Reinforcements?!" Su Yao cried out in surprise and delight.

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, a huge shadow of a white lotus suddenly appeared in the sky and slowly descended.

The few Nether Spirit Race cultivators charging forward were instantly suppressed by an invisible force, unable to move.

"Not good! What kind of magic is this?"

The Nether Spirit Race leader shouted in horror.

"Divine Thought?! Such strong Divine Thought!"

"Is it a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator of the Human Race? No...!"

Bai Zhirui ignored the terror of the Nether Spirit Race leader, muttering incantations, forming a complex hand seal with her hands.

Her eyes suddenly opened wide, a surge of intense golden light streaming from them.

Zheng Yi within the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror also moved his Divine Thought with Bai Zhirui’s, spreading outwards.

As her hand seals changed, the golden light intensified.

"Scent sinks, universe shifts."

"White Lotus Incarnation, have mercy on the world!"

"Mortal grievances many, Immortal Gods useless."

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

"Buzz...!"

In an instant, the white lotus shadow originally suppressing many Nether Spirit Race cultivators transformed into a golden lotus, crashing down fiercely.

"Ah...!"

"Human Race Nascent Soul!"

"Run quickly!"

Shouts of panic came from the Nether Spirit Race cultivators, but were swiftly followed by a boundless golden light enveloping the land.

The few remaining Nether Spirit Race cultivators were instantly turned to ash under this light.

Even the leading cultivator, with cultivation reaching the Late-stage Foundation Establishment, couldn’t resist the penetration of this golden Divine Thought, turning to ashes instantly.

"White Lotus Eternal Life Sect! How can there be someone from the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect here!"

"Damn it... weren’t the people from the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect all gone to that place, how come..."

"Don’t worry about who she is, she saved us, quickly, help out!"

The remaining Lin Feng and others were overjoyed, having narrowly escaped death with sudden reinforcements, they couldn’t help but be excited, each unleashing their last means for a counterattack.

Under their counterattack, the remaining Nether Spirit Race cultivators gradually couldn’t hold on.

Over a dozen breaths later, the Nether Spirit Race cultivators were all killed, turned to ash!

After the battle ended, the three of them sat exhaustedly on the ground.

Their bodies were covered with wounds, their robes stained red with blood.

However, the look in their eyes revealed a sense of victorious joy.

Despite this, Su Yao still struggled to her feet, walking towards Bai Zhirui.

"Su Yao, a cultivator from the Star Sea, thanks this Fellow Daoist for your assistance!"

The remaining two also came over.

"Lin Feng from the Five Villages Mountain, thanks Fellow Daoist for your assistance!"

Lin Feng spoke, looking at Bai Zhirui’s stunningly beautiful face, especially her eyes still emanating golden light, his heart skipped a beat.

The last person was an elder around sixty years old.

Despite his severe injuries, pale face, even bleeding from his orifices, he still respectfully said,

"I am Wuu Shouyi of the Wuu Family from Chibi Mountain in Wu Country, thank you Fellow Daoist for your assistance."

Under Zheng Yi’s silent guidance, Bai Zhirui said, "I am Bai Zhirui, a mere loose cultivator, greeting fellow cultivators."

"Loose cultivator?"

Su Yao said first, "Judging by the magic Fellow Daoist used, it seems like the ’The True Sutra of the Holy Mother’s Descent’ of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect, coming from a great sect, why claim the identity of a loose cultivator?"

"Moreover, the surname Bai... only the Holy Son or Holy Daughter or their descendants of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect have the privilege to use it, I’m unsure if there’s..."

Bai Zhirui smiled slightly, "This sister has sharp eyes, in fact, my father was Elder Bai Cangmu of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect, but unfortunately, he fell on Spiritless Island, and I was also born on Spiritless Island."

"All these years, my father never formally took me into the sect, so I can only claim to be a loose cultivator."

"Elder of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect, Bai Cangmu?"

"Spiritless Island!"

Wuu Shouyi suddenly said, "I know this senior, it was rumored that he suddenly disappeared a hundred years ago, and the Heiyu Lake he guarded vanished as if into thin air."

"At that time, the cultivators of Nether Abyss City thought Senior Bai was assassinated by a Divinity Transformation Great Cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race, but I didn’t expect he was absorbed into the Spiritless Land!"

Lin Feng eagerly said, "So, Fellow Daoist Bai, are you now returning to the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that’s such a pity, most cultivators of the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect are not in Nether Abyss City, only a steward guards the sect’s station there."

"If Fellow Daoist Bai is willing, I am willing to take you back to Nether Abyss City."

"In that case, thank you, Brother Lin Feng~"