Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!

Long Zixuan entered the Martial Desolate Forbidden Zone.

Mountains and rivers were wildly desolate, and the earth was primitive, as if walking into a painting from before ancient times.

Everywhere around, Primitive Spiritual Medicine was growing wildly, undisturbed for millions of years, their medicinal properties almost condensing into droplets.

In the surrounding forests, it was quiet as death, with not a single bird or beast in sight.

Occasionally, some human bones lay fallow in the wilderness, belonging to the strong warriors of the Wu Huang Realm.

Over countless ages, many strong warriors chose to enter the Martial Desolate Forbidden Zone at the end of their lives in hopes of grasping their fate.

But not one had ever come out of the Martial Desolate Forbidden Zone alive.

Not long after entering, Long Zixuan saw a silhouette in the mountain pass ahead.

It was a middle-aged man, clothed in tattered rags, his eyes dull and hollow as if he was waiting for Long Zixuan.

His body was nearly rotten away, leaving only his fists which seemed eternally unchanging.

As Long Zixuan approached, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his fist and struck down toward Long Zixuan.

This punch, mixed with the purest Martial Path aura, shook the space and caused the earth to tremble.

This Forbidden Zone Slave, in life, was a Martial Path warrior.

His realm was strong!

Upon seeing this, Long Zixuan impassively raised his fist and smashed it out!

Similarly, it was the simplest, purest punch.

The two pure fists collided, evolving into endless Martial Path rhymes, intertwining, resonating, exploding!

In the end, the middle-aged man blocking the mountain pass had only his white-boney fists left.

He knelt on the ground, and then he died.

—As a Forbidden Zone Slave, this warrior had only a single obsession left, and now, his Martial Path defeated, his last obsession had also dissipated.

Turned into dust.

Long Zixuan continued forward.

Not long after, he saw an extraordinarily beautiful woman.

The woman wore black clothes, stunning like a butterfly in the night, her figure graceful; but as he approached, he realized her long legs were still splendid, while the rest of her body was rotten.

Those long legs, striking like two giant snakes, sliced toward Long Zixuan.

Long Zixuan leapt up in a kick!

Bang!

He directly broke those long legs!

The second opponent, defeated.

Finally, Long Zixuan saw the layered mountain peaks ahead.

And the third challenger—a skull with its head intact.

In this space, endless Martial Will transformed into countless armies and divine weapons, attacking Long Zixuan.

The third blocker's Martial Will was astonishing.

Yet, Long Zixuan stood with his hands behind his back, advancing with large steps.

His Martial Will, spontaneously released, did not evolve into any divine weapons or demons, yet the terrifying visions formed by that skull's Martial Will crumbled before his own.

When Long Zixuan walked past, the skull slowly dissipated.

He finally reached a mountain peak.

The peak was split open, revealing the scenery beneath, where there was only an iron coffin.

The coffin's lid seemed to have been slightly opened by the coffin's occupant, thick gray mist spilling out.

Long Zixuan's eyes sharpened.

Creak!

A sharp sound rang out as something seemed to push the lid of the coffin.

A greyish-white hand reached out of the coffin, gripping the lid, and with a clang, the lid flew off, leveling dozens of mountains in its path.

In the coffin, sinister chaotic gray mist billowed.

A corpse suddenly sat up from the coffin.

It was a man, his body covered in pale white fur, his skin like phosphorescent bark tightly clung to his bones, his eye sockets sunken, slowly turning his head to look at Long Zixuan.

Although he looked ghastly, one could vaguely perceive, his face, and Long Zixuan's... was almost identical.

"Martial Honor..."

Behind Long Zixuan, Little Turtle had appeared, gazing in shock at the man in the coffin, and exclaimed,

"It really is him... he has been refined into an Evil Corpse, stepping into the sinister path, be careful!"

Long Zixuan watched the Evil Corpse, a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes.

At this moment, he felt something.

Indeed, there was some connection between this corpse and himself.

His past life?

Meanwhile, the Evil Corpse, similarly looking at Long Zixuan, its hollow eyes indifferent, suddenly vibrated with a wave of thought.

"Gray mist is the ultimate destination of all life..."

"Distortion and madness, the irresistible sinister path, only destruction is the cleanest end..."

The information transmitted from this thought made both Little Turtle and Long Zixuan understand.

Long Zixuan spoke,

"The path of the former life is severed, yet the present life can continue; the calamity of the gray mist, already dispelled."

"That one... has already returned."

"Your obsession... should now dissipate!"

Hearing this, the Evil Corpse of Martial Honor in the coffin burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... That one?!"

He stared at Long Zixuan and said,

"I witnessed it with my own eyes, he has turned into a ghost, sealed within the Ghost Village... never to appear again... All paths in this world have long been severed!"

The emotions of the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse seemed to fluctuate violently, his hollow eye sockets brimming with unspeakable murderous intent and frenzy:

"I witnessed it with my own eyes... he died... turned into a ghost amidst boundless darkness."

"The entire Ancestral Realm will eventually become his Ghost Nation... destroying the Ancestral Realm, killing everyone, is the only way to sever his ghostly path!"

"You, too, are a ghost!"

"I want to kill you... I want..."

"To annihilate the heavens!"

With that, the Evil Corpse rose to his feet.

A sky-covering surge of Martial Will emanated from the body of the Evil Corpse.

Boom! Boom!

The entire Wu Huang Forbidden Area shook; the ground cracked, mountains collapsed, and a terrifying pressure swept out from the Eastern Wilderness, crushing the entire Martial Desolate Realm!

In the Martial Desolate Realm, all beings trembled, and people panicked.

Flies flying in the sky were so frightened that they fell straight to the ground, while sprinting spiritual beasts like tigers instantly prostrated and shivered.

All cultivators sensed the change, their eyes turned toward the direction of the Eastern Wilderness, filled with terror.

"Has the being in the Wu Huang Forbidden Area awakened?"

"No... this energy is too strong, could it be the legendary Martial Venerate has been reborn?"

"The destructive might... the might of annihilation!"

In the Martial Desolate Realm, everyone was in fear.

Somewhere outside the Eastern Wilderness, a warship exploded, and a group of people fell from the sky.

Song Jiyuan and his companions turned pale with fright.

"This... such a powerful aura, the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse has fully revived!"

Song Jiyuan's expression was extremely ugly.

At this moment, the Evil Corpse... was highly dangerous.

If one approached rashly... they would likely die.

His expression fluctuating, he hesitated for a moment, then turned to the Black Robed Figure beside him and said,

"Song Ming, you take the Forbidden Master's bones inside!"

He chickened out.

Now it seemed best to have Song Ming go, wait until the Forbidden Master's bones absorbed the evil energy of the Forbidden Area, and after the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse had left, then go in to retrieve them himself.

That was the safest plan.

Hearing this, the Black Robed Figure, Song Ming, also panicked.

"Sir, perhaps let him go, this person runs fast!"

He pointed at Ao Wushuang.

Upon hearing this, Ao Wushuang's eyes widened in dismay.

Damn it, these people are too much.

Asking him to lead the way and also to be the cannon fodder?

His teeth itched with hatred, and he blurted out,

"Sir, it's not safe for me to go alone... perhaps, let Lord Song Ming and the others accompany me!"

Upon hearing this, Song Jiyuan nodded and said,

"Hmm... alright, Song Ming, take him with you."

Saying so, he handed the Jade Box containing the arm bone of the Forbidden Master to Song Ming.

Song Ming's face turned ashen, and he glared at Ao Wushuang fiercely, saying,

"You lead the way!"

"Guide us!"

...

At this moment.

The aura of the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse had alarmed the entire Martial Desolate Realm.

Causing all beings in the Martial Desolate Realm to tremble and panic.

Yet, this was not the end.

In the Wu Huang Forbidden Area, the Evil Corpse stood inside a coffin, suddenly raising his hollow eye sockets as if observing the universe, overseeing the Eight Desolations!

The formidable Martial evil energy, like a strong wave, surged out of the Martial Desolate Realm, spreading across the entire Ancestral Realm!

At this moment, the entire Primordial Ancestral World, the Four Domains Eight Desolations, seemed to respond!

In the Sound Desolate,

Ding!

A sound of a qin resonated from a secret place, with notes fluttering as if carrying frenzied joy.

"The Martial Evil Corpse has emerged?"

"Has the wager been fulfilled? I have waited too long!"

An unknown presence whispered!

In the Great Brahma Desolate,

Dong!

A bell rang, hanging at the peak of this world's highest mountain, and beneath that bell, an Old Monk sat cross-legged.

The Old Monk, expressionless, donned a blood-colored Kasaya, slowly opened his eyes.

"The Eternal Twelve Wagers... the Old Monk has waited long."

...

The night deepened, and little Guixin respectfully bids all ladies and lords a goodnight.

Goodnight.