Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!-Chapter 1052 - 959 Red-Haired Monster

Chapter 1052: Chapter 959: Red-Haired Monster

Chapter 1052 -959: Red-Haired Monster

In the grand hall, the purple-clad girl with a vacant gaze stared unblinkingly outside.

The black-clad woman frowned, stepped in front of the purple-clad girl, and looked outside, saying in a cold voice,

“Living in harmony with the world, who dares disturb us?”

As soon as she finished speaking, a figure had already appeared at the entrance of the hall.

He wore an ancient bronze mask and light golden robes, arriving with hands clasped behind his back.

Upon entering the hall, he looked at the black-clad woman and said indifferently,

“Ancestor Murong Wanci, I haven’t gotten your name wrong, have I?”

The black-clad woman, upon hearing this, immediately showed a trace of wariness in her eyes and asked,

“Have you come from the Grey Mist Sea?”

The Temporal Hall Master didn’t answer, but continued,

“Back then, you were a peerless genius who had entered the vision of the True Ancestor. In the end, you resisted the path of the Grey Mist… Heh, you’ve followed The End of Myriad Paths to this realm for countless years, yet you are still only on the Ascendant Path. Is this the outcome you wanted?”

Murong Wanci replied coldly,

“The True Ancestor? Have you ever seen how the True Ancestor trembled before The End of Myriad Paths… What is there to talk about?”

The Temporal Hall Master shook his head and said,

“Stubborn to the end.”

He turned his gaze to the purple-clad girl, chuckled, and remarked,

“The White Fog Ancestor World Painting Master, once proclaimed to touch the spirits of heaven and earth with your beauty and now, it seems you’ve become nothing but an empty shell.”

Murong Wanci replied,

“She is not an empty shell; her spirit is filled with true love.”

The Temporal Hall Master couldn’t help but scoff,

“Ridiculous.”

“I know your story. You were originally from a White Mist World and when the Grey Mist reached your world, you refused to submit to it. Your entire realm fell into strangeness, and in the end, you turned your whole world into a painting in hopes of granting your lover, the beings of your realm, eternal life, right?”

Murong Wanci asked,

“What does it have to do with you?”

The Temporal Hall Master replied,

“I just want to tell you that living in illusions has no meaning.”

“This era has already arrived. You either embrace the Grey Mist or enter the painting with your lover, to be dead together.”

His words were very cold.

Murong Wanci’s eyes turned equally icy as she responded,

“Just because of you?”

Her hand moved with her painting brush.

Suddenly, it seemed as if boundless Heavenly Domains descended, poised to repress everything.

The area where the Temporal Hall Master stood shattered, mysterious forces attempting to crush him.

“Merely Ascendant Path…”

The Temporal Hall Master sneered, lifting his hand. A vast mana surged forth, forming a celestial river around himself as if he were invulnerable to all laws.

However, in the next moment, his torrential river of mana unexpectedly flew away.

A comet-like Divine Sword slashed directly at his throat!

The Temporal Hall Master’s expression changed slightly; he hadn’t expected Ancestor Murong Wanci’s artistry to be so profound.

He hesitated no longer, and suddenly, there appeared a scroll in his hands.

The scroll unfurled.

It was a… Pale Scroll!

In an instant, all the layers of Heavenly Domains, rules of power, and peerless divine weapons painted by Ancestor Murong Wanci vanished.

Before that Pale Scroll… everything seemingly reduced to nothing.

Murong Wanci’s face changed and she exclaimed,

“That’s… her scroll from before, how could it be in your hands?”

And the purple-clad girl, now with eyes raised, looked at the Pale Scroll, instinctively reaching out as if wanting to touch it.

…

In one of the Four Domains Eight Desolations, the Creation Dao Domain.

The mountains in this Dao Domain stood tall, and the rivers sprawled across the landscape like runes.

Within this world, there was a forbidden land—the Ten Seal Mountains!

Just as the name implied, they were ten mountains shaped like great seals, arranged and lined up together.

Each mountain soared into the clouds, magnificent and lofty.

Below the ten great mountains lay an Underground Palace.

The Underground Palace was suppressed by the ten mountains, dark without a glimmer of sunlight.

In the pitch darkness, there was a faint white glow.

It was a humanoid creature, sleeping on top of a coffin, covered in white fur and bound by thick chains, as if unwilling to awaken.

But, at this very moment.

The Underground Palace suddenly boomed with a loud noise.

A corner collapsed.

The white-haired man immediately sat up and turned his head towards the direction of the collapse.

Amidst the darkness, a man in pale golden robes and wearing a bronze mask approached with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Heavenly Master Ancestor, Chen Dong.”

The Temporal Hall Master spoke indifferently:

“Common tales tell of your ominous later years, overrun with red fur, but why is your fur white?”

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Master Ancestor’s eyes shot out a chilly light and he said:

“Because I ate your ancestor.”

The Temporal Hall Master: “???”

“Time-Space Worms, fried to a golden crisp… such a delicious taste, it makes one reminisce.”

The Heavenly Master Ancestor licked the corner of his mouth, seemingly savoring the memory, and said:

“The culinary skills at The End of Myriad Paths may not be great, but your ancestor, now that is truly top-grade ingredient. Often, the simplest cooking methods are all that’s needed…”

Back in the day, when he encountered The End of Myriad Paths, it had given him some “snacks.”

Those “snacks” were things fried by The End of Myriad Paths itself, such as deep-fried Time-Space Worms, chaos demon bees…

The taste was truly unparalleled.

And the Temporal Hall Master, was a powerful being from the Time-Space Worm Clan.

At this moment, upon hearing these words, a hint of anger flashed across his face, and his eyes turned exceedingly cold as he said:

“It seems you are beyond redemption, preferring the punishment to the toast.”

The Heavenly Master Ancestor sneered:

“Young worm, let me give you a piece of advice – scurry back to your Grey Mist Sea, or else you may meet with a frying fate right here in this realm! This is a terrible omen!”

“You would do well not to dismiss the words of this Heavenly Master.”

The Temporal Hall Master replied coldly:

“Are you trying to predict my fate? You think you are qualified?”

With that said, he suddenly produced a pen in his hand.

The Destiny Pen!

Upon the appearance of this pen, the Heavenly Master Ancestor’s white fur stood up on end like steel needles, and he was utterly shocked.

“It’s actually this pen…”

He patted the coffin behind him and said:

“Your pen has arrived, aren’t you going to take a look?”

Crack!

The lid of the coffin was directly blown away, revealing a sinister red glow emanating from within.

“Is this the coffin of the Creator Supreme from the past?”

The Temporal Hall Master murmured to himself as he took up the Destiny Pen and said:

“This is your pen, to give a complete ending to the True Ancestor World, how about it?”

He spoke towards the coffin.

But, the next moment, the eerie red glow inside the coffin disappeared.

“Hm?”

The Temporal Hall Master was puzzled.

However, he suddenly felt as if something had landed on his shoulder, something fuzzy!

At this moment, the Temporal Hall Master felt his hair stand on end; he instinctively turned his head.

He saw that behind him, there appeared a humanoid creature.

This humanoid creature was covered in long red fur, an ominous aura enveloping its entire body, with black light flickering in its gaze as it ominously watched the Temporal Hall Master.

“It’s actually red fur… the utmost pinnacle of misfortune!”

The Temporal Hall Master was instantly horrified.

Turning into a Red-Haired Monster meant being completely eroded by misfortune.

The Creator Supreme… had actually turned into such a ghastly being?!

“My pen… come to me!”

The Red-Haired Monster spoke in a low voice.

…

I’ve slept, as I have been too tired from work these past few days.