Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!

Behind him, the stairway and hall that represented the end of all Martial Dao became the backdrop of his invincibility!

And the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse was shocked by now, staring blankly at the illusory Martial Dao Stairway and Hall.

The move he had condensed with all his might in his life... had already dissipated now.

If the Martial Dao of the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse just a moment ago was compared to a small river, then what Long Zixuan was showcasing now was an entire ocean.

In the face of the Martial Dao that signified the end, the laws of the Martial Venerate's past life dissipated autonomously.

"No... you're just a ghost, how can a ghost traverse the end of the Martial Dao, how can it possibly ascend to the ultimate hall, enter the room at the road's end?!"

The Martial Venerate Evil Corpse murmured to himself.

"If in a past life... I had reached the end and gone with him, perhaps, the outcome could have changed..."

"Maybe he could have avoided becoming a ghost..."

He whispered,

"I saw him attacked by ghosts amidst the black fog, the road ahead pitch-black. Before the black sea's embankment, he could not see the light that lay behind, standing alone and unsupported... eventually, he became one of the ghosts in the black fog..."

All of a sudden, the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse raised his eyes and then soared into the sky, heading towards the illusory stairway and hall.

He wanted to see the end of the road!

At this moment, even Luo Xingchen, hidden in secrecy, couldn't help but step out, staring at the stairway and hall, wishing he could rush in immediately.

But he didn't dare.

Because that was the path of Long Zixuan's proof of the Dao, and if he rashly proceeded, something greatly peculiar would happen.

The Martial Venerate Evil Corpse was about to step onto the stairway.

Seeing this, Long Zixuan didn't stop him.

Instead, he waved his hand, and the Martial Dao Stairway descended, the hall manifested before the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse.

The Martial Venerate Evil Corpse ascended the stairway, entered the hall!

At this moment, Long Zixuan felt something and instantly saw through all the causes and effects of the Martial Venerate as the latter set foot on his path.

He saw unseen epochs within the cosmic river:

It was a world-shattering battle; the Martial Venerate fought till the heavens crumbled, with monks weeping blood by his side, with the sound of snapping strings, Broken Sword exploding across the sky!

The boundless Grey Mist was nearly pierced through!

"World of Grey Mist... is but so, who dares to fight once more!"

The Martial Venerate fought, covered in blood, hair flying wildly, shattering the ancestral mountains of the World of Grey Mist one after another.

Unprecedentedly powerful beings kept emerging, and even the gray paths manifested, with beings on certain paths killing the Martial Venerate.

But the Martial Venerate was unmatched, shattering every Grey Mist Path, his blood-drenched self piercing through the Sea of Grey Mist, glimpsing an ancient road.

"The road of peace trodden by him... I... have arrived!"

The Martial Venerate roared; he was the first to step forward, striding across the entire Grey Mist Sea, landing on the road.

However, at this moment.

A shadow of a pitch-black path appeared!

At the end of that dark path was an extremely terrifying scene:

An incomprehensible, indescribable being, swallowed by darkness. He struggled within the darkness, but could not see the light behind, ultimately losing himself and turning into a ghost within the pitch dark.

Seeing that scene, the once unstoppable Martial Venerate momentarily froze.

"No..."

"Did he turn into a ghost on the road to pacify chaos?"

"Even he... had died, where in this world then, is the light?"

The Martial Venerate cried out to the heavens!

That scene caused the Martial Venerate's Dao heart to collapse!

At the same time, a black hand emerged from the shadow of the dark path and with one strike, the Martial Venerate, whose Dao heart had already collapsed, could not resist and was suppressed.

He was thrown into a burial pit!

...

Witnessing this scene, Long Zixuan was greatly shaken.

Was this the truth of his past life?

Did the former self witness the scene revealed by that dark shadowy path... could it be true?

At this moment, his past and present lives became clear.

He now understood that his transformation into an Evil Corpse in his past life was due not only to the black hand on the shadowy path but more importantly...

His Dao heart collapsed!

The sight of "him" turning into a ghost was, for the entire Ancestral Realm and all its powerhouses...

Equivalent to the sky collapsing.

The last hope was lost!

Did all the ten Venerates fall in this way?

Long Zixuan didn't know. He only felt the oppressive weight of his past life, suffocating.

The strongest ten Venerates desperately fought their way through the Grey Mist Sea, seeing the road the one before them took, but what they saw was a terrifying prospect...

In the end, all ten Venerates perished!

"No matter what... my master could never truly have become a ghost!"

Long Zixuan spoke with unwavering conviction.

He lifted his eyes to look toward the Martial Dao Stairway and the Hall.

"This life... I will step onto the ultimate path, walk to the end of the road. I want to see... what exactly is hidden by the Sea of Grey Mist!"

His Martial Will was as if it could shatter the heavens!

At this moment, the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse had already stepped in front of the ethereal Hall.

Unknown to what the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse saw through the Martial Hall, he suddenly knelt in front of it.

At this instant, inside the ethereal Hall, it seemed as if a certain power flicked a finger, touching the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse.

The dense and endless aura of the Grey Mist on the body of the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse was instantly evaporated.

His grey stone-like skin fell off in large pieces, as if reborn anew, regaining a body of flesh and blood!

Seeing this, Long Zixuan was extremely shocked. What exactly is contained within the Martial Hall...

Luo Xingchen was even more stunned, reaching the peak of shock, and said,

"What? The Martial Hall... what kind of existence does it connect to? It can actually cleanse the evil corpse of its evil energy in a snap of the fingers, restoring its... consciousness?"

He couldn't help muttering to himself,

"My goodness... even stronger than that woman at The End of Myriad Paths, the woman from back then couldn't achieve this..."

At this moment, he suddenly understood why before, when he said no one in this world could compare to that woman, she had hit him.

Because his words, seemingly in reverence of that woman, were actually a slight toward the existence behind the Martial Hall!

He couldn't help shivering, filled with a sense of dread.

He was extremely grateful that he had just been slapped... It was indeed a good thing.

Otherwise, with his previous attitude, once sensed by the existence behind the Martial Hall, something terrible would have happened.

It wouldn't have been as simple as being slapped, he might have been erased unwittingly!

Too frightening!

And before the Martial Hall.

At this moment, the Martial Venerate Evil Corpse no longer resembled the Grey Ghost.

He regained his once mighty appearance, yet his words were trembling.

"You... you haven't died!"

"You... haven't turned into a ghost?!"

The Martial Venerate of the past life now had tears brimming in his eyes!

"Ha ha ha... You haven't turned into a ghost... there is still hope in this world!"

"So it wasn't you who turned into a ghost, but it was I who became a ghost..."

"Excellent... how wonderful!"

He knelt towards the existence behind the Martial Hall, bowing deeply!

Subsequently, the Martial Hall and the Stairway slowly vanished from sight.

...

At this moment.

In the Wu Huang Realm background, the Deadman Wilderness.

In a small mountain village, within a courtyard.

Under the Peach Tree, Li Fan opened his eyes, stretched lazily, and found himself covered with a blanket.

Gong Ya was standing by the side, who could not help saying,

"Master, when you gracefully slept just now, there seemed to be a slight frown between your brows, Master... did you have a dream?"

Hearing this, Li Fan couldn't help but smile and nodded.

"Indeed, during my brief nap, I had a dream where I vaguely saw Zi Xuan in a deplorable state, clothes tattered, looking like a Grey Ghost..."

Hearing this, Gong Ya asked, "And then what happened?"

Li Fan said,

"I saw him infected with black qi, and in the dream, I brushed it away with a sleeve flick, then he returned to looking like a normal person."

"He was about to bow to me when I woke from the dream."

He spoke calmly.

Yet at this moment, in the courtyard, the Peach Tree swayed gently, the Earth Chicken turned back, fish darted in the shallow water.

"Autumn brings abundant dreams, truly not deceiving me... Gong Ya, bring a cup of yellow wine to ward off the chill."

Li Fan spoke indifferently, it was just a small dream, and he did not take it to heart.

Gong Ya obeyed, serving the yellow wine, Li Fan took the cup and sipped lightly.

As the wine's warmth trickled down his throat, he felt an inexplicable sense of melancholy... a strong desire to get thoroughly drunk.

"Autumn... indeed brings sorrow."

...

Night deepened, little Guixin was to serve the noble ladies for their bath and bedtime.

Noble lords, please go to sleep on your own.

Ga ga ga!

Goodnight.