I’m Really Not A Supreme Master!

Above the Sky Vault, the Blue-Robed Taoist stood arrogantly amidst the clouds.

He looked down indifferently, glancing around below.

“A school of fish, bred for hundreds of thousands of years, yet has not produced too many suitable Yin Spirits…”

He was quite dissatisfied.

These Yin Spirits of the Yin Realm thought that the Temple of the True God and the blessings from Divine Spirits were transcendent chances, but little did they know that these were merely baits set up!

Once the bait was released, these Yin Spirits would gather like a school of fish.

The Yin Spirits with the best talent and strength would also come and kneel to await selection.

They would choose those with suitable talents and bloodlines to take to the Yang Realm, which was also a unique cultivation resource for the People of the Yang World.

Similarly, to maintain the allure of the bait, they would help some of the chosen fish become stronger.

——This was the origin of the Land of Yang’s Prohibition.

Once they received their help and became beings of the Land of Yang’s Prohibition, they could almost live forever, continuously nourished by Yang Energy.

After all, to keep the school of fish desiring the bait, it’s essential to cultivate one or two plump fish.

With these examples of Divine Spirits’ favor, the school of fish would continue to come forth to kneel, waiting to be chosen.

After selecting the talented fish from the school, the People of the Yang World would begin large-scale destruction.

After all, once the suitable Yin Spirits had been selected, the remainder, being useless, would take up too much living space and were not conducive to the growth of subsequent schools of fish.

These foolish schools of fish would call such destruction a Yang Calamity!

Ridiculous.

These leeks, cut down batch after batch!

The Blue-Robed Taoist shook his head, casting a glance at the many Imperial Clans, Sub-Emperor Tribes, Royal Clans, and others kneeling below.

Compared to the first few epochs of capturing, the quality of the fish now… had declined too much, he couldn’t help shaking his head.

However, the Yin Realm was going to be destroyed, this was the last hunt, and there wasn’t much room for choice.

“As a Divine Envoy, I bestow divine blessings!”

He raised the Jade Vial, and in an instant, light scattered.

Threads and strands of Yang Energy suddenly fell down with the golden light.

Among the countless geniuses kneeling below, a very small few were chosen by a strand of light.

That strand of Yang Energy then entered their bodies!

“Wonderful… I’ve been chosen, I’ve been chosen, I’ve received the Divine Spirits’ blessing!”

From the Golden Crow Clan, a youth danced with joy, extremely excited; he was the Saint Heir of the Golden Crow Clan!

“Hahaha… After waiting ten thousand years, this old man has finally received divine favor!”

An elderly man laughed heartily, shaking the heavens; he was the Old Saint King of the Peacock Clan, and though aged, his talent had once been unrivaled!

“Is this the gaze of Divine Spirits? I feel… my body is warm and so comfortable… Thank you, True God!”

The Saintess of the Peacock Clan, now trembling with excitement, offered a profound bow to the Sky Vault!

There were not less than three hundred clans on the field.

But those who received the favor of Yang Energy numbered less than twenty!

Those clans not chosen were filled with sorrow at this moment!

Not being chosen meant missing this life’s chance.

It also meant… facing the subsequent Yang Calamity without the protection of Divine Spirits!

“Divine Envoy, my clan has been loyal for five epochs, consecutively worshiping without fail—please give us a chance!”

“Divine Envoy, I am willing to give everything!”

Countless clans pleaded!

“Divine favor is the will of God, and no one can change that.”

The Blue-Robed Taoist indifferently said, “However, if you can execute the heretical, you may indeed receive the blessings of Divine Spirits.”

“In this era, there exists such a heretic!”

“That wretch who claims to be the Lord of the Desolate Heavens, Jiang Xue!”

“Execute her, and you may receive the Divine Spirits’ blessing!”

The Blue-Robed Taoist said calmly!

At his words, the great Imperial Clans below were all shaken.

“Jiang Xue… a heretic!”

“That executioner, even Divine Spirits wish to eradicate her?”

“She deserves death; only by killing her can we receive the favor of Divine Spirits!”

For a time, numerous Imperial Clans discussed fervently.

What had happened in the Northern Immortal Domain had long spread throughout the world; everyone knew Jiang Xue proclaimed herself the Lord of the Desolate Heavens, leveled the Heavenly Net Mountain Range within the Land of Yang’s Prohibition, and unified the Northern Immortal Domain.

Previously, the Imperial Clans had cast glances from the side, not daring to offend her realm.

But now, the Divine Envoy had spoken…

“My Swallowing Sky Bird Clan will fight the heretic to the death!”

The Old Saint King of the Swallowing Sky Bird Clan stood up immediately, swirling with murderous intent!

“Our clan will initiate a clan war immediately to execute that executioner!”

“The heretic must die without a doubt!”

“The Lord of the Desolate Heavens must die!”

For a moment, various great Imperial Clans voiced out!

Above the Sky Vault, the Divine Envoy nodded indifferently,

“Very well!”

“These nine people are God’s favored ones; the task of campaigning against the heretic will be commanded by these nine.”

As he spoke, nine Emperors emerged from behind him.

Indeed, they were the nine Emperors from Nine Emperor Mountain!

“Greetings, God’s Favored Ones!”

“Greetings, God’s Favored Ones!”

The Ten Thousand Tribes worshipped!

…

That day.

War cries echoed from within Imperial Path City, outwards!

“The Swallowing Sky Bird Clan will embark on a campaign against the Northern Immortal Domain!”

“The Devouring Heaven Python Clan will fight Jiang Xue to the death!”

“The Peacock Imperial Clan must execute the heretic!”

Sounds of war came from several hundred clans!

…

At that very moment.

Outside Imperial Path City.

A middle-aged man arrived in haste, covered in dust.

Seeing the incredibly grand Imperial Path City before him, his eyes filled with excitement!

“Imperial Path City, Old Ao has arrived!”

His emotions surged!

Since his escape from the Northern Immortal Domain, he had crossed the Northern Region of the Central Immortal Domain.

He had reached Central Province.

On his journey, learning of the emergence of the Temple of the True God excited him immensely.

Perhaps only the True God could rescue his misfortuned Wufa fate of his entire lifetime?

If he could just cling to the coattails of the Divine Spirits… he couldn’t believe he would continue to be so cursed!

He walked toward the city full of anticipation.

But at that moment,

from within Imperial Path City, suddenly, warships began to take off.

“The Peacock Clan will declare war on the Northern Immortal Domain!”

“We must kill the Lord of the Desolate Heavens!”

“Annihilate the Northern Immortal Domain, destroy the Northern Desolation!”

A series of aggressive war cries erupted from those warships!

Upon hearing these terrifying words, Ao Wushuang was stunned!

Disbelief was written all over his face!

Fucking hell…

What the hell is going on…

“Excuse me, brother, what’s happening in the city? Why are they all heading to the Northern Immortal Domain?!”

He stopped a cultivator and asked with trepidation!

“The envoy of the True God announced that the Lord of the Desolate Heavens is an enemy of the gods and must be killed. All the great imperial clans are now campaigning against the Northern Immortal Domain!”

After speaking in haste, the cultivator hurried away.

Ao Wushuang stood there, dumbfounded!

Are these imperial clans insane?

Are these divine spirits insane?!

Dammit…

Imperial Path City is no good.

Even though there are divine spirits in the city, just thinking about that small mountain village… gives him the creeps!

Stay as far away as possible!

He turned to run!

But at that moment, high above in the sky vault,

nine emperors were soaring across.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed in Jiang Hanshuang’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

A white-haired emperor at her side inquired.

“That person… is the once Quasi-Saint Son of the Celestial Tribe. He actually returned alive from the Northern Desolation?”

She pointed toward Ao Wushuang, who was fleeing below!

“To have survived from the hands of Jiang Xue? He is no ordinary man!”

The white-haired emperor was slightly surprised, and the other emperors were taken aback as well.

“Let’s go and see!”

Jiang Hanshuang spoke, and in the next moment, the nine emperors had already descended!

They landed directly in front of Ao Wushuang.

“Ao Wushuang, right? I shouldn’t have remembered your name wrong.”

Jiang Hanshuang looked indifferently at Ao Wushuang!

Ao Wushuang stopped in his tracks, looking at the familiar Frost Emperor…

A sudden tightness gripped his heart.

Done for, done for… how can I keep running into acquaintances?

“Greetings… Greetings, Frost Emperor!”

Ao Wushuang quickly paid his respects.

“Rise.”

Jiang Hanshuang spoke indifferently:

“Tell me, how did you survive?”

There was a hint of question in her eyes!

“Reporting to the Frost Emperor, during the great battle, I was swept away by the aftermath and fainted. By the time I woke up, everyone was dead, so I escaped!”

Ao Wushuang spoke, trying to keep a brave face!

He absolutely couldn’t reveal that he led the army in and then ran away… otherwise, he’d be dead meat!

“To survive from Jiang Xue’s hands, there must be something unusual about this child. We should search his soul!”

At this moment, an imperial-clan middle-aged man with a cold expression said.

Hearing this, Jiang Hanshuang’s expression changed and she said:

“If you want to search, do it yourself, I don’t dare!”

There was fear in her voice.

She knew that by seeing things in the Northern Desolation that she shouldn’t have seen and with forbidden memories touching her mind, she had gone mad. It was only by the mercy of the lord that everything concerning the Northern Desolation was eradicated from her memory, allowing her to recover.

If they were to search Ao Wushuang’s soul and there happened to be something extraordinary…

Hearing this, the middle-aged imperial-clan man, who had just spoken, waved his hands in a hurry and said:

“Forget it, forget it, I was just joking, don’t take it seriously.”

The rest of the emperors also had complicated expressions on their faces. This Ao Wushuang was merely a minor Four Luminaries realm cultivator, yet now he seemed to make emperors wary!

Frost Emperor thought for a moment and said, “However, this person should be harmless.”

“Previously, I placed a ban in his sea of consciousness. If he harbored any second thoughts, he would have died long ago.”

As she spoke, she suddenly looked at Ao Wushuang and said:

“In recognition of your loyalty, how about I offer you a grand opportunity?”

Ao Wushuang, already nervous, trembled even more upon hearing the words “grand opportunity.”

Dammit, the last person who was promised a ‘grand opportunity’ has long been cold!

Can you stop scaring me, Old Ao, with these three words…

But before he could speak, Jiang Hanshuang had already gestured with her hand.

Above the sky vault, a huge warship suddenly descended.

On the warship, a middle-aged man who saw the nine Saint Emperors was greatly startled and hastily paid his respects:

“Greetings to the nine Saint Emperors!”

This middle-aged man was none other than Du Tuntian, the Saint Master of the Swallowing Sky Bird Clan!

He was about to take his people back to the clan and gather them to attack the Northern Immortal Domain!

“In memory of the old times between your clan’s Ancestor Emperor and me, I’ll bestow upon your clan an opportunity,”

The Frost Emperor spoke indifferently, pointing at Ao Wushuang:

“This man is Ao Wushuang; he has been to the Northern Desolation. With him to guide you, your clan will be much safer.”

Upon hearing this, Du Tuntian was overjoyed, coming forward to grasp Ao Wushuang’s hands and said:

“Brother Ao, we’re counting on you this time!”

He was extremely excited!

As for Ao Wushuang, he was completely dumbfounded.

Go to the Northern Desolation??

What kind of madness is this?!

But at that moment, he had absolutely no power to refuse.

He looked up at the heavens, filled with anger and sadness.

You wretched heavens, will this ever end??

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