Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!

He had not expected that Senior Li, who he had met in a small mountain village, was the same Lord of the Desolate Heavens that Ji Yuanqing was talking about!

A sudden realization dawned on him!

With that, everything connected!

“You know of his elderly gentleman??”

Ji Yuanqing asked in confusion.

Ji Changming nodded solemnly, saying,

“It’s more than having seen him… This senior has granted us an enormous favor!”

He immediately recounted the incident where they were ambushed by the Three Great Ancient Clans on their way back, how the ancient clans unexpectedly lost the coordinates, and their arrival in the Immortal Domain, where they visited Li Fan in the small village.

“So that’s how it is, that’s how it is!”

Ji Yuanqing also instantly understood!

“Turns out, Senior Li has been looking after our clan from the very beginning!”

He said with great excitement,

“Is it possible that Senior Li collected the Stone Commands from the Three Great Heavenly Realms because he anticipated that they would ambush you, and thus destroyed those three Stone Commands?!”

His admiration grew even stronger!

All of Senior Li’s seemingly casual actions were, in fact, filled with such profound meaning!

It was truly incredible!

Ji Changming also nodded, saying,

“This senior must have a deep connection with our clan, a very deep connection indeed!”

Ji Qingyue and Ji Qingke were even more stunned upon hearing this.

Was that youth really so formidable?

“And this great river here…”

Ji Changming continued to inquire.

“This river is called the ‘Desolate Heaven River,’ and is also a gift from the Lord of the Desolate Heavens!”

Ji Yuanqing spoke directly but did not mention the existence of that painting.

He had the feeling that since Senior Li had not told Ji Changming and the others about this painting, it meant the elderly gentleman didn’t want the Ji Clan to know?

Upon hearing this, Ji Changming and the others were even more chilled!

“The identity and status of this senior are unfathomable!”

Ji Changming felt deeply.

“Enough, regardless, this senior is a friend not a foe; we need not overthink it.”

Standing up, Ji Changming said, “Clan leader Ji, although we have arrived, we still need to trouble you to allow us to stay here for a few days. Starting from today, we will go to rebuild our ancestral lands!”

“On the day our clan returns, you… will certainly be honored in our midst!”

“You are the heroes of the Ji Family!”

He spoke with emphasis!

Immediately after, everyone said their farewells.

Watching Ji Changming and the others leave, Ji Yuanqing was filled with emotion!

“Our clan members have finally arrived… our family will return!”

He clenched his fists!

…

Ji Changming and the others left the Great Wilderness.

“Everything was indeed because of the existence of that small mountain village…”

After leaving the Great Wilderness, the aura of the Saint Path vanished immediately.

Ji Changming was somewhat bewildered, clearly behind him lay the desolate Great Wilderness, but within it existed the Source of the Holy Path…

It was unimaginable!

“Let’s go, our clan’s ancestral land is in the center of the Northern Immortal Domain!”

The massive Saintly Ferry reappeared!

A terrifying pressure spread instantly throughout the Sky Domain.

It was almost as if it was crossing through the void!

The Immortal Domain was extremely vast, each one spanning trillions of miles. From the Northern Border of the Northern Immortal Realm to its central region, even the Saintly Flying Ship took two full days!

On their way, they encountered many Saintly Flying Ships.

They came from the Ancient Holy Clans!

They even witnessed some powerful individuals from the Ancient Holy Clans destroy Immortal Kingdoms within the Immortal Domain…

The people wailed in sorrow!

The original supreme beings of the Immortal Domain, the Immortal Monarchs and even Immortal Kings, were too weak in front of the powerful Saintly individuals of the Ancient Clans!

Not to mention facing those Holy Clans who were incredibly powerful since the ancient times, even the returning ordinary Holy Dao Powers could destroy a kingdom with a mere raise of their hand!

The Hongmeng Cultivators, who once stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Path, were utterly unable to protect the vast territories and billions of citizens of their Immortal Kingdoms.

A catastrophe was occurring, causing countless members of the Human Race to be displaced!

“Great-Grandfather, those Ancient Clans are going too far!”

Ji Qingke could not help speaking out after witnessing another bloody scene.

She saw an Immortal City of the Human Race being crushed by a giant blood-colored ant!

She wanted to take action!

“We cannot protect everyone.”

But Ji Changming sighed deeply and said,

“The return of the Ancient Clans necessarily requires space for their survival. Even if our entire clan were to return and the true powers among us were to intervene, they still wouldn’t be able to stop it…”

This was the trend of the times; his face was filled with sorrow.

“But, as one of the Seven Human Tribes, can’t even our own kind provide us with protection?”

Ji Qingke asked, unable to bear it.

Ji Changming said, “The Human Race only has seven tribes… but do you know how many Ancient Holy Clans there are?”

Helplessly, he said:

“Tens of thousands…”

Tens of thousands!

Upon hearing this, Ji Qingke also couldn’t help but fall silent.

She had always felt that her family was omnipotent.

But today, she suddenly realized that in the land of the future, the Ji Family was actually…

All alone, without support!

Not long after, they finally arrived at the center of the Northern Immortal Domain.

Here, there were dozens of huge Immortal Kingdoms!

“Saintly Imperial Clan, the Ji Family has returned, all Hongmeng Cultivators should immediately come forth to pay homage!”

A grand voice resounded in the center of the Northern Immortal Domain!

…

At this moment.

Countless Saintly Flying Ships finally arrived in the Immortal Domain.

Among these Saintly Flying Ships, those that were of the Holy Clan level almost all reached the various Hongmeng Level forbidden zones in the first instance.

These were the coordinates they had left behind and the territories they once dominated.

In the forbidden zones, there were descendants of the Ancient Holy Clans that had survived.

After the Saintly Flying Ships landed, massacres and purges were continuously enacted!

The former Immortal Kingdoms quickly collapsed!

The Immortal Kings, who once held lofty positions, no longer had their former prestige; before the might of the Holy Dao Powers, they did not even dare to call themselves “kings” anymore.

“I am Antuo, here to pay my respects to the esteemed upper sages of the Rakshasa Clan!”

In the Central Immortal Domain, a former Immortal King named Antuo entered a secret valley.

In this valley, a Saintly Ferry had just stopped not long ago.

He soon received permission from the secret valley.

Entering, he found the valley densely packed with heads of people.

Before long, he stood before a cliff face.

The cliff looked terrifying, and it was actually in the shape of a fearsome Rakshasa’s ghost face!

In the gaping maw of the Rakshasa’s jagged teeth, several formidable beings were seated.

“Cultivator Antuo pays homage to the sages!”

Antuo knelt down immediately!

Here, he dared not presume to be an Immortal King!

Within the gaping maw of the cliff shaped like a Rakshasa’s face, a female Rakshasa suddenly emerged; her figure appeared incredibly devilish, but two blue fangs protruded from her lips.

“Reporting to emissary Ye Jing, this man is indeed an offering, a blood meal for the Rakshasa Valley,”

said an old Rakshasa by her side.

The old Rakshasa, once a ruler of the area now turned into an ancient servant, was called Ye Duo.

The female Rakshasa, Ye Jing, glanced at Antuo indifferently.

Antuo immediately felt an overwhelming pressure!

Holy Path!

This woman before him was actually a Holy Path Being!

“Do you bring a gift for me?”

Ye Jing asked dispassionately.

Suddenly, Antuo presented a box.

“Your subordinate has refined an exquisite blood meal from the inhabitants of nineteen Immortal Cities for the emissary’s enjoyment!”

Antuo solemnly promised,

“From this day forward, Antuo Immortal Kingdom will become an inexhaustible granary for Rakshasa Valley!”

With a wave of her hand, Ye Jing took the box of blood meal, smelled it gently, and laughed.

“It won’t be long before the source of our clan’s Holy Path returns, and then the tribulation will descend. The original Hunyuan Golden Immortals and Hongmeng Golden Immortals of the Immortal Domain will have to endure the baptism of heavenly thunder.”

“Considering your eager service, I grant you a drop of Holy Blood; refine it well. Only when you achieve Immortal Path Perfection can you serve our clan better.”

From Ye Jing’s middle finger, a drop of dark green fresh blood flowed out and floated before Antuo.

Antuo excitedly received it!

This drop of blood contained… the rules of the Holy Path, the primeval force of the Holy Path!

At that moment, he felt it was all worth it!

What did sacrificing the entire Immortal Kingdom matter?

If one could obtain a glimmer of entering the Holy Path, one could disregard everything!

…

This scene was just a snapshot!

The Immortal Domain was already in chaos!

Nearly all the Immortal Kings were seeking the support of a powerful backer.

In an era where the Holy Dao Powers had returned, those who had an incomplete grasp on the Immortal Path were treated like pigs and dogs!

Former Immortal Kingdoms and the like had completely collapsed!