Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!

But today, summoned by Minglan, they all came.

Not long after everyone had arrived, they felt an earthquake, causing a stir among them.

The Sect Gate had already dispatched a Divine King to investigate, and at this moment, they were all waiting.

"Report!!"

A Divine King, hastening over, entered the Sacred Hall of the Holy Land and said:

"Reporting to the Saint Master, the cause of the earthquake has been determined."

"...A grand continent has descended upon the location of the Million Wilderness, replacing the Million Wilderness!"

In the Sacred Hall, Zhenming Saint Master Minglan and the elders of the Holy Land had been waiting for a long time; hearing this, surprise flickered in their eyes shrouded with Grey Mist.

A grand continent has descended?

"Moreover, after investigation, that world exudes an incredibly dense divine aura, seemingly containing six kinds of origins!"

"The land spanning millions of li is all top-tier cultivation blessed land!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.

"What? Six kinds of origins?"

"Is that for real... Even within the Holy Land, there are no more than three or five places of such caliber, and moreover, their scopes are extremely limited... But now, millions of li have appeared?"

"If this is true, then it is as if heaven favors our Holy Land!"

Many elders spoke up in turn.

Minglan was surprised as well, nodding and saying:

"This is good news indeed!"

"Having descended upon the Zhentai Continent, it naturally belongs to our Zhenming Holy Land!"

He said directly.

Everyone nodded in agreement; this was only natural.

"Honored Haoming, Saintess Zhen Xuan have returned!"

At this time, a loud call suddenly rang out from outside.

Minglan's gaze turned cold immediately.

Looking over, everyone saw an elder and a young girl proceeding into the Sacred Hall.

It was none other than Honored Haoming and Saintess Zhen Xuan!

"Reporting to the Saint Master, heaven aids our Holy Land, heaven truly aids our Holy Land!"

Upon entering, Honored Haoming already began speaking excitedly:

"A blessed land has descended, a Lanyuan Heng Realm called the Great Ruins Realm has descended upon the Million Wilderness!"

Hearing this, Minglan responded coldly:

"We are already aware of this matter."

There was a hint of confusion in Honored Haoming's eyes, but he still said:

"Saint Master, inside the Great Ruins Realm of the Lanyuan Heng Realm, there resides a reclusive peerless expert!"

"I suggest we immediately request the presence of our ancestor to go and pay a visit to this predecessor!"

After he finished, the people in the hall looked at him with puzzled expressions.

"Haoming, have you lost your mind?"

"Requesting the ancestor to emerge from seclusion to pay a visit to someone from the Lower World?"

"How strong can a person from the Lower World be? Worthy of our ancestor's visit?"

Many elders spoke out.

Minglan's voice grew colder:

"Haoming, this is utter disrespect!"

Upon hearing this, Honored Haoming became anxious and said:

"Not so, not so!"

"The predecessor from the Great Ruins Realm possesses immense cultivation, even capable of Repression of the Origin of the Grey Mist..."

"Saint Master, we have been mistaken in cultivating the Origin of the Grey Mist, and this predecessor from the Great Ruins Realm may be able to pull us back from the brink, cleansing the Grey Mist within us all!"

After he spoke, the room fell silent.

Everyone looked at him as if he were mad.

"Repress the Origin of the Grey Mist? Cleanse the Grey Mist within us?"

"Haoming has truly gone mad!"

"Does he wish to destroy our entire Sect Gate?"

The faces of the crowd bore anger.

——Ever since the Origin of the Grey Mist appeared, within the Zhenming Holy Land, every powerful figure with some status had partaken in it, long having cultivated through the Origin of the Grey Mist.

Now, they were being asked to worship a person from the Lower World, to repress or cleanse the Grey Mist within them?

This was simply absurd, was this wanting to ruin them!

"Haoming, the audacity you have!"

Minglan's voice was stern:

"Are you intending to betray the Holy Land?"

"I think, your position as Supreme Elder can be stripped away today... you will be treated as a traitor and sentenced to death!"

Upon hearing this, Honored Haoming's face paled, and he said:

"Saint Master..."

Minglan looked towards the others and said:

"What do the elders think?"

The expressions of the elders in the hall were all cold.

"Honored Haoming has gone mad; he cannot be spared, kill him."

"He wants to doom us all; such a person deserves death!"

"To blaspheme against the Origin of the Grey Mist and to act contrary, unworthy of the title of elder!"

They were unanimous.

Honored Haoming... had already become their adversary.

"Haoming, do you have anything else to say?"

Minglan stared at Honored Haoming.

At this moment, Honored Haoming himself appeared bewildered, lost.

Was he... mistaken?

He had thought that with the arrival of the Great Ruins Realm, that predecessor could save the Holy Land, suppress the calamity of the Grey Mist...

But now, he was targeted by them all, branded as a traitor, and was even facing execution...

He felt... an inexplicable sorrow in his heart; could it be that what he steadfastly believed in was wrong?

"Saint Master, esteemed elders... you must not do this!"

At this point, Saintess Zhen Xuan stepped forward, her teeth clenched as she said:

"The Great Ruins Realm was invited by my master; he wholeheartedly did it for the Holy Land. How can you treat him like this, isn't this disheartening?"

"I am the Saintess... I absolutely disagree with your decision!"

Hearing this, Minglan responded coldly:

"Saintess? Haha."

"I forgot to tell you and your master that today I, the Saint Master, gathered the elders here specifically to discuss the matter of the Saintess."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at him, waiting.

Minglan said:

"Call Sisi up."

Immediately, outside the Sacred Hall, a young girl entered gracefully.

She was clad in a light blue dress, tall and slender, with an attractive face, but in her eyes was a hint of the grey hue of death, making her presence somewhat cold.

"Sisi has cultivated the Origin of the Grey Mist for a long time, she truly possesses the stature of a Saintess!"