Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!-Chapter 674 - 615 Past and Present Lives_1
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The Burial Mysterious Ghost King exploded on the spot!
Of course, he didn’t die directly but chose to explode himself as he couldn’t bear the insult and humiliation anymore.
Several other Ghost Kings, following suit, exploded as well.
"You... you bunch of bastards!"
At this moment, even the Nightfall Ghost Child’s conviction had shattered; he was on the verge of tears. Damn it, he, a proud Ghost Child, had one day... drunk...
Drunk...
And even treasured it!
He vomited on the spot, so violently that his soul body nearly dispersed.
"So malicious, so very malicious, does the Divine Realm intend to use this to destroy all the talented elites of the Ghost Domain?"
"It’s too much; to come up with such a venomous plot!"
"Deserves to be killed, deserves to be killed!"
The people of the Ghost Domain cursed angrily.
Even those ghostly beings that didn’t get a share of the "Nether Spring Fluid" now felt they couldn’t take it anymore, these people were just too wicked.
Jiang Li and the others, on the other hand, had complex expressions on their faces.
"This tortoise has learned some bad tricks from the dead dog, really picked up some bad habits..."
Wu Dade couldn’t help but speak up!
He knew all too well about Big Black Dog’s shady past, and now this tortoise seemed to be acting unintentionally, but it might just be imitating!
"Something big is about to come out."
At this moment, Big Black Dog suddenly spoke up.
The ground began to tremble.
Everyone turned their heads and saw the giant bamboo in the center of this Black White land shaking violently, as if something was about to burrow out from underneath its roots.
"...The Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo, it couldn’t still be suppressing something, could it..."
Big Black Dog stared at the giant bamboo and suddenly said to Jiang Li:
"Quick, water it with blood!"
Jiang Li didn’t hesitate, he stepped forward, and his footsteps shimmered with light. He was already in front of the giant bamboo.
Only when he got close did he see clearly that this huge ancient bamboo had nine sections, each one extremely long and thick; the flourishing branches and leaves showed signs of the once thriving life force.
But, unfortunately... it had completely petrified.
At this moment, the giant tree was trembling.
"With blood as the call, may the lingering spirits return!"
Jiang Li shouted loudly, using his palm as a blade to cut open his wrist, spraying his blood which splashed upon the petrified giant bamboo.
The fresh blood seeped into the stony crevices.
In an instant, the bamboo trembled even more fiercely.
At that moment, Jiang Li suddenly felt the secret force of time assaulting him; his blood had created some kind of connection with the petrified bamboo, and he felt as if he had merged into the bamboo.
He saw various scenes within the cosmos.
"That path... I must take it."
He saw, upon the vast sea of white mist, a man standing on a giant turtle whispering beneath an ancient giant bamboo from times immemorial.
"I’ll go with Xuan Wu, you stay back..."
But the giant bamboo seemed to refuse, its branches and leaves moving.
"That path is too difficult, and this place is also treacherous."
"We cannot afford to lose our foothold here; once even the worlds behind us are ’grayed out’ and the ’fire seed’ extinguished, the masters will not be able to see the worlds behind them and will become lost."
The man on the giant turtle sighs deeply and says:
"In this battle, many of the Ten Spirits and Ten Medicines... even the Ten Venerables, will die, thoroughly die."
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"Nine revolutions give birth to all things... My master once borrowed your hand to complete Samsara and the Netherworld for the strong on the path of reincarnation. Now, that powerful being follows in my master’s footsteps, venturing on the path to quell the chaos..."
"Only you can open the cycle of reincarnation now."
The man whispered:
"You must leave a mark in the cycle of reincarnation for those who have died, and leave a cause and effect."
"Only in this way, if one day my master returns from quelling the chaos... perhaps the dead may have a chance to return."
The Giant Bamboo fell silent.
In the end, the man rode the Giant Turtle, traversing the sea of white mist and vanished completely.
What followed was a tremendous battle that shattered the heavens and split the earth.
He saw the Celestial Wolf bleeding out between grey giant hands, under the blood-red moon, as mournful howls echoed across the universe...
He saw an ancient tree, aflame with eternal fire, burning the endless grey mist, only to be engulfed by it in the end...
He saw a figure striking awe and moving mountains, defying the odds and patching the heavens, sealing the breach in the cosmos and halting the grey mist’s advance...
He also saw a stalk of Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo, traversing the Star River, chasing after every departed warrior, preserving their marks and their causes and effects.
To leave them hope of return!
But, in the end, even this stalk of Treasure Bamboo was beset by the ceaseless grey mist, as fearful grey eyes locked onto its whereabouts...
"No, the Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo holds the marks of many warriors... It must not be destroyed; otherwise, all efforts will be lost!"
"The Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo... must survive!"
Many existences of awe and earth-shaking power roared, straining themselves to protect this stalk of bamboo. They gambled with their lives, bleeding out and falling in the expanse of the universe.
But the whole world was submerged in peculiar grey mist, and the Treasure Bamboo was pinned by a giant grey hand sprawling across the Star River, poised to annihilate everything.
"Open the cycle of reincarnation..."
The Treasure Bamboo burst forth with radiance of myriad divine lights, twisting Chaos, erasing eternity. The Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo sought to initiate reincarnation, manifest the Netherworld and confront the giant grey hand.
But then he saw that Samsara was in ruins, and the Netherworld had collapsed!
"Has even the cycle of reincarnation completely shattered?!"
"On that path... has the Lord of Reincarnation perished in battle?"
"The Lord of Reincarnation, following that one... Does that mean, they... have encountered disaster..."
Many warriors were shocked.
Samsara represented the path of the strong from the cycle of reincarnation, revered as "The Lord of Reincarnation." He followed "that one" to quell the chaos; Samsara was the display of his power.
But now, Samsara had crumbled, and the Netherworld had been thoroughly destroyed.
"The strong of the reincarnation path... are already dead. With Samsara in ruins, how can it stop me!"
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The gray creature bellowed, confronting reincarnation with its overwhelming might.
But within the cycle, there was a giant hand, as if reaching out from another world, bringing with it an endless array of chess formations, pressing down from above.
The Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo had initiated reincarnation, alerting the Lord of Reincarnation, who had already embarked on the path to quell chaos!
At this moment, the Lord of Reincarnation, through endless time and space, extended his hand towards this world, suppressing the grey creature.
"Impossible... You have already embarked on that road of certain death, weren’t you dead? How can you still use the cycle of reincarnation to make your move in this world..."
The gray creature trembled, and in the end, it was suppressed by the Black White giant hand!
The Lord of Reincarnation, across who knows how many timespaces... suppressed the grey creature.
"Lord of Reincarnation... Ahead on the path, is there hope?"
"That one... is he still alive..."
Some warriors asked towards the broken Samsara.
As if in response, a solitary shadow seemed to wander alone in the desolate World of Grey Mist. His figure staggered, the Black White chess lines dimmed, coughing up blood profusely...
His pace was slow, but he continued to press forward in a certain direction.
That lone figure, as if through the shattered cycle of reincarnation, glimpsed this world. In his eyes was only endless despair and sorrow...
"They’re all dead."
"Samsara can’t stop all this, can’t save the myriad spirits of the living beings..."
"I am also dying... He, that one... has gone deeper alone..."
He struggled forward, his steps growing ever more lethargic, but he never spoke of giving up, his voice echoing in the broken cycle of samsara:
"He once granted me reincarnation..."
"He is the only one throughout the ages..."
"He is the strongest in the world..."
"But... he is only one person..."
"Blind to the world behind him, he will become lost, twisted, turning into a harbinger of chaos..."
"I must catch up to him... with the light of this world... to find him..."
The voice fell silent.
The alternating black and white lines of the chessboard completely disappeared from the cycle of samsara.
The shattered samsara had also dispersed.
Eternal desolation.
The world beyond samsara had already vanished.
In this space-time universe, the great chaos continues!
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The Vermilion Bird perished, the fire tree extinguished.
The Pegasus halted, the divine grapes severed.
The Celestial Wolf fell with the moon, the Blood Herb turned to ash.
The World-Honored One mended the heavens, the golden tree turned to dust...
Everything fell into silence.
Only a shoot of the Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo, after leaving behind countless causes and marks, also completely faded into silence.
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At this moment, Jiang Li was lost in thought.
In the moment he resonated with the Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo, he saw that chaotic epoch...
There were mighty ones, following that transcendent being on the Ascendant Path... but in the end, falling into a broken cycle of reincarnation, lonely and solitary, following in the footsteps of that transcendent being, only to let them see the world behind...
There were World-Honored Ones, who used their bodies to plug the heavens and suffered the boundless chaos.
There were Ten Spirits struggling valiantly, withering away in the World of Grey Mist...
And there was the man riding the Giant Turtle.
It was as if he saw another self.
"Past life... current life."
Jiang Li murmured.
He had come to understand everything.
He lifted his hand, as if to touch the mighty bamboo.
"Boom!"
But, in an instant, the petrified giant bamboo shattered.
Among the rubble, in the Yin-Yang Soil, a bamboo shoot was seen already poking its head out from the Yin-Yang earth!
Atop that bamboo shoot, the blood of Jiang Li seeped in.
"The rebirth of the Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo..."
Jiang Li was brimming with emotions.
Perhaps it was because the Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo of that time had left behind the marks and causes of many old friends that allowed them to return from the Yin Realm...
Pulled out from the long river of time by his master.
Now, the Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo had been reborn.
When his blood was wholly absorbed by the bamboo shoot, suddenly, from the base of the shoot Yellow Springs Fluid began to flow!
That was... the purest Nether Spring Fluid!
"Nine-revolving gives birth to all things, Yellow Springs can also give birth!"
Jiang Li spoke out.
He immediately stepped forward, ready to take the Nine-revolving Treasure Bamboo.
But, it was at this moment, from behind, the Chaotic Evil Ghost King and the others charged forward.
"Stop!"
"This matter concerns reincarnation, how dare you take it for yourself!"
"Block him!"
The Chaotic Evil Ghost King and the rest made their move!
"Fight!"
Lin Jiu Zheng took a step forward, his hand wielding the Peach Wood Sword, feet performing the Gang Step, directly slashing at the Corpse Crow Ghost King!
Seeing this, the Corpse Crow Ghost King immediately panicked; that sword... it made him feel a lethal threat.
He instantly deployed the Ghost Domain!
Lin Jiu Zheng had once slain a Ghost King, but at that time, he had lured the Night Ming Ghost King close to the Peach Wood Sword with a stratagem.
Right now, the Corpse Crow Ghost King was far more cautious than the Night Ming Ghost King had been.
He could only continue to retaliate with all his might to hold his ground!
"Take this from your young master!"
Wu Dade, carrying the Ancestral Melting Gold Tree, his body, and his Wolf Fang Club all covered in Yellow Talismans, charged at several Ghost Monarchs!
Tian An and Ming Zhi also made their moves, as the supreme Purple Extreme Ghost Body appeared, ordinary Ghost Monarchs did not dare to act.
As the Burial Mysterious Ghost King reappeared, trying to suppress the two ghosts, Tian An also erupted, the Yellow Springs Body appeared, and the endless ghostly aura disappeared in his presence.
"How is this possible... You’ve actually evolved the legendary Yellow Springs Body?!"
The Burial Mysterious Ghost King was shocked!
And the other numerous Ghost Kings were held back by the Big Black Dog!
"Demon Clan Dog King, the Demon Realm has been shattered, yet you dare to get involved!"
The Chaotic Evil Ghost King bellowed, clashing fiercely with Da Hei!
But upon contact, they were all taken aback; this dog exerted an inexplicable repression on ghostly beings, and when facing the Big Black Dog, they inexplicably felt fear.
A melee broke out in the arena!
Those who had come to the Yellow Springs Land this time were the elites of the Dead Soil and the Ghost Domain, with the least being Ghost Monarchs, with dozens of Ghost Kings.
But now they were being suppressed and beaten by Lin Jiu Zheng, Wu Dade, Big Black Dog, along with Tian An and Ming Zhi!
"Please, Ghost Venerable, seize the bamboo shoot!"
The Chaotic Evil Ghost King could not hold on any longer. He yelled in the direction of the secret place!
"Please Master, take action and seize the shoot, this item must not fall into the hands of the Divine Realm!"
The Nightfall Ghost Child was also pleading urgently.
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With their calling out, from the direction of the secret place, a dreadfully terrifying presence seemed to appear, the ghost fog thundered, and the Dead Soil trembled violently!
All the endless ghostly beings felt an unknown excitement.
That was...
The pressure brought by the Ghost Venerable’s march!
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Good night.
