Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!-Chapter 730 - 664: Fan_1

And at that moment,

within the boulder,

a mysterious void was hidden inside.

In this void, there was nothing else but a golden monkey, deep in slumber.

Thick grey mist enveloped the golden monkey,

but now, the mist was gradually fading away.

In this space, an aged figure had appeared out of nowhere.

His entire body was covered in grey stony skin, his eye sockets brimming with grey mist; with an old hand waving, he actually began to capture the mist that filled the space and devoured it all.

He was like a ghost that fed on grey mist!

"Since I crossed the Giant Bronze Gate and entered this small world, it’s been so long since I found anything to eat... "

"I’m starving to death..."

Before long, all the grey mist in this space had been entirely absorbed by the Grey Mist Elder!

—He... was not a being from the Yang Realm.

After devouring all the mist in the vicinity, the Grey Mist Elder stared greedily at the slumbering golden monkey within the void.

"... ’An offspring of the Era of the Ancient White Mist’? "

"A true treasure... Devouring you will provide great benefits for me!"

The elder took steps towards the monkey, stretching out his ancient hands as if to grasp the creature.

But, in the very next moment, thin strands of white mist began to emerge around the golden monkey.

Instantly, the elder’s hands began to tremble, and the thick grey mist in his eyes seemed to lighten, struggling!

"No... I must not transform... I too was once a being of the White Mist, and even though I chose the Grey Mist Path, I must not lose my sanity..."

The elder’s face contorted with pain.

"The Age of White Mist has come to an end, and all White Mist Beings will perish, only grey mist... is the final destination..."

"This Dao Fetus has fallen into oblivion and lost its vitality, becoming lifeless. Devouring it...shouldn’t be an issue, as it can help me temporarily suppress the ominous and weirdness within..."

Muttering to himself, he reached out once more.

But then he said:

"No! If I feed on a being of the White Mist... I will truly become an Ash Mist Creature... I can’t allow that!"

At that moment, the elder fell to his knees in agony, shaking all over.

The grey mist surged violently within him, his desire expanding, and an ominous and eerie aura began to emanate from his body, almost extinguishing the last bit of clarity in his eyes!

"I clearly found someone in the Divine Realm who could temporarily suppress my original body’s weirdness. The cause and effect on her should’ve been sufficient to restrain my original form, so why... am I still losing myself..."

His entire body was on the verge of convulsing!

Then, at that moment,

suddenly, strands of fresh blood entered the void.

On seeing the blood, the elder became excited. He quickly moved forward and greedily drank all the blood.

For a moment, the rampaging grey mist inside him quieted down.

The elder gradually regained his senses!

"I... I almost became a complete slave to the grey mist!"

The elder, thinking back to what had happened, was filled with dread.

"The Origin of the Grey Mist is too terrifying... It’s beyond control..."

He murmured, then suddenly remembered something, his face changing as he said:

"This is bad, while I was devouring the grey mist here, I became lost in it, and it seems... I have already transmitted the Origin of the Grey Mist outwards once...??"

He was actually somewhat frightened.

As a being from the White Mist that chose to follow the Grey Mist Path, he must continually devour grey mist to keep himself alive.

But the Origin of the Grey Mist would change his very essence, turning him into a slave of the mist, completely transformed.

Furthermore, the Origin of the Grey Mist inherently tends to destroy everything and will spread on its own; anyone who receives this Origin and cultivates it...

Will become a slave to the grey mist!

"My original self suppressed itself within the Divine Realm, sending out hundreds of clones in search of grey mist to extend my life... If I’ve become lost, it implies the others have as well..."

"I fear the Origin of the Grey Mist has appeared in this small world..."

"I... I might destroy this world!"

He looked afraid!

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Because... he had not yet completely lost his conscience, his reasoning, still retaining the knowledge of a being of the White Mist.

Just at that moment, he discovered that strands of blood were again flowing into this hidden void!

"Whose blood... Whose blood is this!?"

The elder exclaimed in astonishment, "Just now, I received some of that blood, which repressed the grey mist inside me..."

"To be able to suppress the grey mist, this blood must come from a supreme being..."

He flicked his finger, a drop of blood falling into his hand. Looking closely, he suddenly had a realization.

"No, this blood does not come from a supreme individual. It can suppress the grey mist because it contains a rich essence of the white mist!"

His eyes widened with surprise as he said,

"Since the start of the Era of the Latter White Mist... it has become almost impossible to find such a level of white mist essence in the Primordial Ancestral World..."

"This small world must have been created during The Era of the Ancient White Mist, and moreover, it still retains some of the pure white mist."

"It must be so... behind the Giant Bronze Gate, even the guard dog has proven to be quite extraordinary. This realm... must conceal a truly great secret!"

"Perhaps... there is even a way to tread the Grey Mist Path!"

For a moment, he seemed somewhat excited!

It is known that the Primordial Ancestral World once suffered a terrifying calamity of the grey mist.

That calamity destroyed everything of the original Primordial Ancestral World, almost putting an end to the Age of White Mist...

In ancient legends, it was a startlingly brilliant woman who, with one hand, repressed all chaos, repelled the grey mist, and ushered in the Era of the Latter White Mist...

However, between the era before and after the White Mist, a huge gap had formed, and the white mist of the Primordial Ancestral World was no longer as dense as it had been during The Era of the Ancient White Mist.

Making the "Ascendant Path" more and more difficult.

Many White Mist Beings even had no choice but to choose the Grey Mist Path...

In this circumstance, the treasures and opportunities left from The Era of the Ancient White Mist seemed especially precious!

"There’s a great secret hidden in this realm..."

He murmured, looking up at the blood in the void, which was collecting towards the golden Divine Monkey.

Merging into the body of the Divine Monkey.

Suddenly, the Divine Monkey seemed to emit a faint heartbeat.

But in an instant, some terrifying secret force circulated, snuffing out that heartbeat, and a forbidding aura filled this small space.

It alarmed even this elder.

"This Divine Monkey... it was repressed by a supreme forbidden power within the World of Grey Mist!"

"That kind of being, acting throughout the river of time, can be called an eternal force."

"This blood, carrying the essence of the white mist... cannot save it!"

...

Meanwhile, outside the boulder.

Qing Chen’s blood poured over the stone, seeping into the statue within.

But there was not the slightest stir.

"Dead Dog, what’s going on?"

Wu Dade asked Big Black Dog.

Big Black Dog, looking at the statue with an extremely solemn expression, said,

"Before the Monkey died, it was repressed by the Supreme Edict of the World of Grey Mist, and there’s a great terror in the shadows... mer

ely relying on blood is probably not enough!"

"Then what can be done?"

Big Black Dog muttered,

"That kind of forbidden being is one of the strongest in the World of Grey Mist, and must have already taken the Ascendant Path... even I have no experience confronting them head-on..."

It tilted its head in thought, then suddenly suggested,

"Why don’t you try writing the character ’Fan’ in blood? Remember to think of the master when you write it!"

At these words, everyone paused, taken aback.

Is this... reliable?

Yet Qing Chen was already without any hesitation.

He closed his eyes, immersing himself in concentration!

He envisaged Li Fan’s voice, his smile, every action he took.

He recalled his master’s indifferent sitting under the Peach Tree, leisurely drinking tea, reading...

He pondered his master’s detachment from the world, tending his patch of land...

He remembered how his master often elucidated the principles of the Dao, the Supreme scriptures, and cultivation techniques within the trivial matters of daily life...

At that moment, his blood-soaked fingertips traced over the statue, meticulously writing a single character in blood!

"Fan"!

As soon as the character was inscribed, the entire boulder began to tremble!

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