I’m Really Not A Supreme Master!

And at this moment.

In a Secret Realm within the Divine Domain, outside a thatched cottage.

An eerie elder clad in a grey robe was cultivating with a rare, slight smile on his face.

“Having devoured the remnants of grey mist from this realm, I’ve finally managed to regrow it…”

He quietly glanced down, his old eyes filled with contentment.

Damn that dog behind the Giant Bronze Gate—it was truly shameless.

It bit one off, leaving me as a one-testicled old man for far too long…

Fortunately, being an entity of my level, I am able to regrow parts of my body.

This period, my clone has been dispatched all over to absorb the grey mist. In a sense, it was also to compensate for my own solitude…

“My origins left in the outer world, have actually been destroyed?”

Surprise flitted across his face as he pondered:

“How can there be such an existence in the Yang Realm?”

As he thought, a layer of obscure grey mist flitted across his face.

His expression suddenly turned bleak and ferocious.

“To destroy my origin, such beings must die…”

“To be an enemy of the Origin of the Grey Mist… is to court annihilation!”

In his eyes, there was a madness that seemed almost ready to tear everything apart.

But then, he suddenly clutched his head, struggling to say:

“No… the Origin of the Grey Mist is causing trouble again… I’m about to lose control of myself…”

He turned his head with difficulty towards the thatched cottage, his eyes filled with despair.

The Snow Maiden had left the cottage a few days ago to explore the Broken Lost Land and had not yet returned…

“I shouldn’t be having an episode yet, shouldn’t fall into confusion so quickly… Why is it happening so soon this time?”

He struggled to speak, saying:

“It’s over… I understand now; this reborn seed, molded from the grey mist… Damn it, I can’t take it!!!”

He went insane, and in the next moment, he twisted into another shape.

Suddenly, he stepped out from this vast Secret Realm, and in the next instant, appeared beneath the sky of the Yang Realm.

“Destroying my origin… this is a provocation to the grey mist!”

“Must be executed!”

He roared in anger!

At the same time, behind him, an enormous surge of grey mist billowed up, obscuring the sun and spreading a terrifying aura that smelled of doomsday.

At this moment, the whole Mortal Divine Realm felt that power, and all sentient beings were alarmed, the people trembling.

“What is this aura? Could it be the return of the Calamity Epoch?”

“Great terror… Is the entire Yang Realm doomed?”

“Could it be that among those Grey Mist Families, someone has ascended to Emperorship?”

Countless cultivators lay on the ground, unsure of their speculations, with none knowing what exactly had happened.

Meanwhile, in the retreats of the major Grey Mist Families.

Many masters in bitter cultivation suddenly sensed something!

The Lin Family.

“I feel the call of the Eternal Path… I am about to set foot on this road!”

Ancestor Lin Banyang suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was heavy with grey mist, and at this moment, his aura changed abruptly.

Heedless of the mysterious call, he took a significant step forward.

Into the realm of Emperors!

At this moment, he became a Grey Mist God Emperor.

Simultaneously.

In the retreat of Ancestor Wang Jiyun of the Wang Family, the place exploded abruptly, a terrifying aura destroying half of the ancestral ground of the Lin Family.

The half-continent of Xuan Cloud Continent and countless living beings felt as if swept by some machine, instantly losing their vitality and turning completely to stone!

Wang Jiyun had ascended…

Zhenming Holy Land…

Sacred Beast Mountain…

Many great forces were experiencing terrifying fluctuations at this moment.

And the initiator of it all.

The eerie elder, was now standing atop an endless sea of grey mist.

Madness had completely engulfed his eyes as he raised his hand, and the Gray Fog Giant Hand directly pierced through the domain barrier, reaching towards the Lower World.

He locked onto the area where the Origin of the Grey Mist had been annihilated, and now, he intended to destroy everything!

Endless Lower Realms.

The domain barrier was torn apart, and the terrifying Grey Mist Mechanism spread throughout the nine thousand Star Domains.

At that moment, every creature in the world was struck by terror.

In the vast vacuum of space, a Gray Fog Giant Hand, moving at an inconceivable speed, reached toward the Forty-Ninth Star Field, wherever the giant hand passed, the vacuum perished, as if even time had come to a halt!

Great Ruins Realm.

At this moment, as if sensing some sort of impending crisis, six primal source lights intertwined and erupted.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue… the primal forces of the Heavenly Dao were sheltering the Great Ruins Realm.

But still, the people felt that terror.

Utter chaos reigned among the masses.

“The mechanism of world extinction…”

“No, could it be that the Great Ruins Realm is about to be destroyed?”

The terrified people looked towards the Star Domain, only to see rolling Grey Mist, dense like the sea, resembling a giant hand drawing swiftly near, seemingly ready to crush the Great Ruins Realm in one grasp!

“It’s all over… Woof woof woof… Completely over!”

The Demon Emperor’s body trembled as it lay on the ground and said,

“How could there be such terrifying beings in the Yang Realm, aren’t they only found in the Broken Lost Land?”

It voiced its terror.

As a being that had once entered the Broken Lost Land, it and a few other God Emperors had seen such terrifying grey mist scenes within the Broken Lost Land!

Even God Emperors, when faced with this grey mist, only had one path left to them—death, as insignificant as ants.

“Has the Calamity Epoch reappeared?”

Lu Shoushi’s face was also heavy with solemnity, and he clenched his fists, wanting to punch open the Sea of Grey Mist. However, he ultimately did not make a move.

He knew that the gap between them was too vast, and if he made a move, he feared he would be annihilated in the instant of contact!

“It’s over… The Grey Mist brings disaster to the world! The Grey Mist brings disaster to the world!”

Seeing this scene, Honored Haoming cried out in agony,

“It must be those Grey Mist Cultivators of the Divine Realm that have triggered this storm. The entire Yang Realm will be destroyed… and become the soil of the Grey Mist!”

Zhen Xuan, Bixuan, and others were also dumbstruck, their faces pale, and their eyes filled to the brim with despair.

At that moment, everyone felt an immense sense of disillusionment.

Even though they had cultivated for a lifetime and were famous figures within the Yang Realm Cultivation World…

When facing the Grey Mist, they couldn’t even muster the will to resist.

They had no control over life, nor over death.

Powerless!

…

At this moment,

Nan Feng and the others had already entered the Burial God Wasteland, not far from the little village.

At this time, they too felt that terrifying presence.

Looking up, they saw the scene outside their domain.

“Is this… the Heretics have come?”

Long Zixuan was shocked.

“Truly terrifying… Such a level of Heretic…”

“With a flick, worlds can be extinguished, a single strand can slaughter gods, the Ash Mist Creatures… indeed, they are not simple beings.”

Dugu Yuqing and the others spoke one after another.

Wu Dade also couldn’t help saying, “Is this a Heretic from their heyday? No wonder back then, we all died so thoroughly…”

Seeing this, the Big Black Dog said,

“A Heretic from the heyday? This old fleabag has just started on the path and is far from as strong as the enemies you faced in the past…”

Its dog eyes were incredibly grim as it added,

“How can this old fleabag be so doggone mad, it’s nuts! Has it lost its marbles and gone berserk…”

“Woof, no time to waste, hurry, back to the village, to call the people, to kill it, woof!”

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed towards the little village!

…

Good night.

I’ll keep this short for now, partly because I’m too busy, and also because I haven’t figured out the outline for what follows, especially how to write about Li Fan finally leaving the village… I’ve been struggling with it, fearing the plot might progress too quickly and that I might write myself into a collapse…

Good night, good night.