Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!

Chapter 342: Chapter 303: The Return of the Imperial Clan?_1

The Four Saints acted together!

The Demon Bull Saint, Niu Zhentian, had already been defeated.

At that moment, Bai Shaoyang stepped forward and unfurled the scroll in his hands!

The instant the scroll slowly opened,

a terrifying and immense aura of wild desolation suddenly emanated from it!

It was as if a world, sealed and forgotten on the fringes of wilderness, reappeared.

It was as though an era that had been forgotten by man had descended once again!

That was the aura of ancient times.

That was the Supreme charm!

In a barely discernible way, a formidable presence surged, as if the terrifying roars of ancient beasts came forth with it!

At this moment, the Ten Thousand Tribes on the field were all shocked!

The attacks of the Four Saints came thundering down.

From within that painting, however, there suddenly came a heaven-shaking beast’s roar!

That was the roar of the White Tiger!

It was the rage that shocked the heavens!

The terrifying roar was like waves crashing against the shore, sweeping across ten thousand miles!

The powerful attacks of the Four Saints, at this moment, seemed to have been swept away by a tsunami, easily destroyed.

Where the sound waves passed, above the Sky Vault, the Four Saints’ faces changed horrendously, as if their very souls were trembling!

“Ah——”

The Four Saints, at this moment, were all spitting blood, with a paleness that could not be more pronounced on their faces!

They fell straight from the sky, their faces filled with terror!

“What exactly is hidden in that painting?!”

The Saint of the Tian Sha Clan looked on in horror, and behind him, the Sha Ling Domain, at this moment with the unveiling of that scroll, actually began to crack and disintegrate…

“No… the painting conceals a terrifying behemoth, don’t open it, don’t open it!”

The Saint of Demon Spider Valley, at this moment, manifested her true spider form, trembling uncontrollably with fright, as if the scroll was the Devil itself.

“Stop! Stop!”

The two Flower Saints of Ren Jin Hua Hai were shivering violently, pleading with Bai Shaoyang!

At this point, the scroll had not yet been fully opened!

Yet, the Four Saints had already been so intimidated that they lost even the courage to fight.

Niu Zhentian watched the painting in disbelief, incredulous.

The myriads of powerful beings, the proud elites of the Holy Clan, at this moment were all silenced.

All eyes were fixed on that painting!

Finally, the scroll.

Finally revealed.

It depicted a mountain peak.

As if standing alone in the ancient world, unparalleled between heaven and earth!

Atop the mountain peak, there was a White Tiger!

The White Tiger was lifelike, as if existing in another world, perched atop the mountain, looking down on everything, lifting its head and letting out a tiger’s roar!

“Ah!”

“No!”

“My eyes!”

At that moment, suddenly many in the crowd were weeping from their eyes, completely blinded, convulsing on the spot, foaming at the mouth!

Even the mighty were not spared!

For, as they peered at the painting, they seemed to hear the White Tiger in the scroll howling at the sky!

Their souls had suffered an unimaginable tearing!

And as the scroll unfolded, suddenly, the White Tiger perched atop the mountain in the painting leaped out!

Above the sky of White Tiger State in the Heavenly Domain, suddenly, an incomparably terrifying White Tiger appeared!

At this instant, all the spirits between heaven and earth trembled!

Countless paths of the Dao fell continuously, and Holy Path Aura filled the air!

The Ten Thousand Tribes prostrated!

“The White Tiger… the figure depicted is from the Ancient Imperial Clan… the White Tiger!”

The Saint from Demon Spider Valley, at this moment, had tears of blood streaming down her eyes, her body broke apart, dissolved!

“The White Tiger has not perished, the White Tiger Clan… has a supreme being hidden within the painting… no!”

The Tian Sha Clan’s Saint let out a mournful scream; the Sha Ling Domain collapsed, the endless malign energy simply dissipated, and he vanished into thin air!

“Save me!”

“Is the Imperial Clan going to re-emerge? No…”

The two Flower Saints of Ren Jin Hua Hai cried in sorrow, as petals fell and plants withered!

At this moment, the Four Saints had fallen!

Upon the appearance of the White Tiger… all spirits vanished!

The people from the Demon Spider Valley, Heavenly Fiend Abyss, Ren Jin Hua Hai, and other powers, numbering tens of thousands, at this moment, were all prostrate, shaking!

What kind of painting was this?

A single painting, slaughtering the Four Saints!

“Roar——”

Above the Sky Domain, the White Tiger let out another ferocious roar!

At this moment, it was as if an unrivaled existence between heaven and earth, commanding the mountains and rivers!

Boom!

In an instant, the earth erupted, and mountain ranges rose!

Within White Tiger State, a mountain range stretching tens of thousands of miles suddenly thrust up from the ground!

A painting hung in the air, and the shadow of a White Tiger howled!

But at this moment, creation replayed, and heaven and earth reopened!

The earth bowed in obedience, and the Heavenly Dao dared not obstruct!

The terrifying mountain ranges formed with a rumble.

Within the scroll, suddenly, there were mystical rules operating within the mountains, reflecting reality!

And amidst the continuous mountain range, a peak filled with the terrifying aura of the Holy Path appeared in an instant!

It was tens of thousands of zhang tall!

The mountain peak, with its green ridges, was unparalleled in ancient times, as if it had reappeared in this world from another!

This, was identical to the mountain peak in the painting, without any difference!

And above the Sky Domain, that White Tiger instantly landed on the mountain peak, then transformed into nothingness, its traces no longer to be found!

At this moment, throughout White Tiger State, the endless aura of the Holy Path covered everything, the powerful Source of the Holy Path… had been reborn!

Countless members of the White Tiger Clan knelt down; they worshipped the mountain peak with utmost reverence!

They all felt a kind of innate calling of the soul, a sense of belonging that came from their bloodlines, a spontaneously arising worship!

“Ancient ancestors of the White Tiger…”

“There are records in our clan’s archives, that our clan once stood tall in the Saint Path, a Supreme Clan. Has that moment of glory returned?!”

“It must be so, haha, the glory of our clan has returned, glory has returned!”

Bai Tianjing and others were excited to the extreme!

Under everyone’s gaze.

The scroll in the sky slowly descended.

Returning to Bai Shaoyang’s hands.

Bai Shaoyang, looking at the scroll in his hands, was completely dumbfounded.

His hands were trembling!

Heaven…

What treasure was this scroll?

Merely unfolding it had the power to slay four Great Saints!

And moreover, it could reflect reality!

He clearly felt it, the continuous mountain ranges had gathered countless Holy Path melodies.

And that mountain peak contained a terrifying Source of the Holy Path!

Moreover, within the shadow of that White Tiger, it clearly contained the most original heritage of the White Tiger Clan!

What an incredible grace?

This… was equivalent to giving their White Tiger Clan a chance to ascend once more to the ranks of the Imperial Clan!

The White Tiger Imperial Clan… could possibly reappear because of this painting!

His heart surged with emotions!

Not just him, Fire Spirit, Mu Qianning, and others around him also felt mixed emotions!

“Senior Li, what a supremely noble personage…”

Mu Qianning muttered.

This was terrifying, a painting that could establish a great Supreme Clan!

“Such a figure as Senior Li with a casual wave can determine the rise and fall of the Ten Thousand Tribes…”

Fire Spirit murmured!

And nearby, the supreme powerhouses of the Demon Bull Tribe were even more shocked beyond measure!

Previously, perhaps some powerhouses were reluctant.

Reluctant to become vassals to the human forces!

But now, everyone was silent!

To have such means, what kind of person could the Lord of the Desolate Heavens be?

They didn’t even dare to imagine!

Elsewhere, Ancient Saint Niu Zhentian of the Bull Tribe also deeply felt fortunate.

Fortunately, he was the first to charge into battle, without the slightest hesitation!

“Du Tian and Niu Yuan have secured a supremely glorious opportunity for our tribe!”

Niu Zhentian was somewhat excited!

“In the future, our tribe must give our all in loyalty!”

His determination was even more resolute!

…

At this moment.

Upon the earth of the Northern Border.

Light rain scattered down!

Countless Dao melodies and principles turned into heavy rain, returning to heaven and earth!

This was… a sign of the fall of the Saints!

The Northern Border was in an uproar!

PS: I personally still choose not to create groups, to avoid me being too active in them, which would distract me from writing and slow down updates.

So, I’ve set up a public WeChat account: “Guixin’s Nest,” where I’ll post related work, such as settings and the like.

Also, to enrich the diet of the villagers in the small mountain village and provide better dishes for Li Fan and his disciples, I’ve created a menu, haha. Follow “Guixin’s Nest” and reply with “menu” to order, haha. I’ll make sure to prepare the dishes promptly so that Li Fan and his disciples can enjoy a hot meal!

Public account: Guixin’s Nest.

Additionally, about updates, three times a day, generally stable after midnight at 00:00. As it’s a part-time job, it’s difficult to update more than three times, but I will try my best.

Also, to clarify, in the entire world, Li Fan is the only one who has traveled through time, no one else! The Yang Realm is not Earth! Don’t worry!