Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!

Chapter 1378: Chapter 1254: Myriad Dao Returns to the Mortal (Grand Finale)

Jiang Xue’s return brought a hint of long-lost joy to the small mountain village.

She settled down in the village and never left again.

Now the outside world is thriving, the Great Dao has reached an unprecedented height, but it is all unrelated to them.

The banner of the Desolate Heaven Alliance still stands firm throughout the Mortal Realm, Fire Spirit, Mu Qianning, Wu Xiaokun, and Mu Wanqing are revered as the five supreme beings.

Changsun Bumie, Ji Wudan, and Wu Jianghe have all become giants, their Dao traditions unbroken, and are known as the three most formidable figures, their successors tend to have a quirk, always aiming for their opponent’s weak spot in fights, earning a vicious reputation.

Elder Grandson Changqing and Yang Chu have retired, befriending the mountains and rivers, after the great battle, only peace and leisure remain.

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Time passed year after year like this.

At the end of the world, the Nether Oblivion Sea is vast and boundless, even on the dam, there is still a lingering sense of life.

Ao Wushuang has built a house on the dam, Little Monkey Lu Cailing has arrived, accompanying her.

Ao Wushuang still carries the burden of the fleeing world, it is already unknown how many years have passed since the era Li Fan lived.

The Divine Jumper crafted a fishing rod, donned in a raincoat, casting the rod towards Li Fan’s era, fishing for time, fishing for the heavens, but always coming up empty.

The Thunder Emperor and the Water Emperor have departed, after enduring the long ages, the two became a couple, perhaps a blessed ending.

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A million years into the Mortal Realm, the Divine Jumper sitting on the dam, his fishing rod suddenly broke and decayed.

This left the Divine Jumper pondering for a long, long time.

The fishing rod he used had long surpassed the bounds of time, a rod of eternity, near perfect, probing the far side of the deep sky, flicking fingers that shroud the heavens, yet now it had decayed?

Have the sacred realms turned to ruins?

He was puzzled.

Yet, he sensed some startling change approaching this era, his fishing rod first detected this strange phenomenon.

Soon after, both Ao Wushuang and the Divine Jumper foresaw something amiss, in the distant river of history, they actually saw shadows, with the light of longevity becoming a world, with unpredictable shadows of divine and demonic beings falling, graves of gods pervade the sky, with undying and immortal ferocious spirits escaping…

But eventually, everything vanished, all sacredness seemed to be obliterated in the river of time.

Throughout these many years, Ao Wushuang always carried the world, often with earth-shattering waves even they couldn’t clearly see, and now, there’s only that obliterating force circulating.

Ten thousand years later, the Divine Jumper’s second sacred fishing rod petrified, the Divine Jumper donned in a raincoat stood on the dam, unable to react, he had already become a stone man.

Ao Wushuang was startled, striving to push the world to flee, but he found the local law’s power was dwindling, as if the sacred tide was retreating, his cultivation level actually dropped to the Supreme Level.

He could no longer push the dam, carrying the world to flee.

The dam was no longer defendable, Ao Wushuang carrying the petrified Divine Jumper and Lu Cailing, abandoned the dam, beginning their retreat and flight.

He crossed the Nether Oblivion Sea, entered the White Mist Mortal Realm, where he witnessed the great decline of the entire world!

After countless ages of glory and prosperity, countless supreme beings ascended to the pinnacle throughout the heavens, their Dao traditions standing tall, experts abundant, powerful Immortal Path, Saint Path beings dominating the heavens…

But now, everything is in decline.

Within the Immortal Land, immortal auras dissipate, divine lights dim in the Divine Realm, both the Supreme Divine Court and Immortal Court can’t hold on.

Chaos Qi is scattering, even the Forbidden are hard to glimpse anymore.

Several of the local law enforcers emerging in these ages have directly fallen, unable to hold onto even the Supreme Realm, they were cut down to just Heavenly Emperor cultivation.

And the original Supreme beings have also declined sharply, those able to maintain Great Emperor cultivation level are extremely few and far between!

There’s no more Supreme in the world!

“What… exactly is going on?”

Ao Wushuang was shocked, the local law’s power has no support, even the Supreme can’t stand, moreover, he has a premonition, even the Heavenly Emperor… might be further weakened.

“Will this world ultimately become unable to birth any sacred beings?!”

Ao Wushuang was startled.

He hesitated for a moment, stopped worrying, turned, and headed towards Flower-Fruit Mountain Water Curtain Cave.

When he reached the Water Curtain Cave, he found it considerably better here, the waterfall from the Water Curtain Cave, originating from a cup of tea from that figure, still shrouded those declines, allowing him and Little Monkey not to decay further.

He placed the Divine Jumper’s stone statue under the waterfall to cleanse, after many years passed, the Divine Jumper’s eyes slowly opened, his facial features restored, but his body remained petrified.

“Divine Jumper, do you understand, what is going on here?”

Ao Wushuang asked the Divine Jumper.

The Divine Jumper gave a difficult smile, saying:

“The great decline… Myriad Dao returns to the common, then rebirth… For the old gods, this is a catastrophe, but only in the future can there be foundation…”

“Perhaps the battle over there with Little Li already has a conclusion.”

…

Another ten thousand years passed.

Ten thousand years, to the Mortal Realm’s lengthy history, is just the blink of an eye.

But to the living beings of the world, this has been a torturous ten thousand years.

In these ten thousand years, once a local law enforcer, even the Heavenly Emperor cultivation could not be maintained, their Dao heart collapsed, self-destructing in the heavens, creating a segment of sorrowful song.

Even Great Emperor cultivation has become a luxury.

The creatures practicing the Path of the Forbidden began to decay, the Path-Scenic Land started to wither, those Immortal Seeds planted, Divine Beasts nurtured, can no longer be sustained, the five elements all degrading.

The Immortal Land three thousand years ago formally became mortal land, even a single immortal grass can no longer be born.

The divine light of the Divine Realm has completely retreated, the living beings of the world can no longer evolve into Divine Beasts through divine light.

Chaos Qi has been unobservable since seven thousand years ago.

The whole world seems as if the sacred has undergone great decline.

In the retreating tides, countless beings are struggling, Supreme beings who once went through more than one era of splendor are lamenting, the Emperor Lords of the Immortal Court questioning the heavens, undying and immortal beings’ divine skills being cut down.

The Immortal Land fell, the Divine Court obliterated, Chaos merged into the mundane earth, the Forbidden exists only in passages.

The once supreme Divine Dragon finally fell into the stream, transformed into the most ordinary crocodile, even mudfish, the startling alien species Phoenix fell into the forest, couldn’t fly even a hundred meters high, no better than a wild chicken.

The beings weren’t suppressed and killed, but all divine skills are drastically declining.

Eventually, even divine consciousness and awareness became hard to preserve.

The entire world went utterly quiet.

The bustling prosperity and hollow sacredness ultimately dissipated.

Only a piece of ordinary earth, ordinary beings remained.

The Human Race also became weak, having lost their divine skills to connect to heaven and earth, before floods, earthquakes, volcanoes and other minor disasters, they seem powerless.

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Even the past of the Mortal Realm is known by nobody, the lifespan of beings grow shorter, inheritances broken, past forgotten, only scant legends remain, passed down by word of mouth.

…

Nobody knows, as the universe’s time flows up and down, from the borders to the end, everything is exploding.

From the past, until the future.

All the time and causation have been obliterated.

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The small mountain village.

Nan Feng, Zi Ling, and others had fallen into slumber long ago when the sacred decline began.

The entire village became desolate, weeds overrun, stone buildings turned ash gray, no longer radiating sacred aura as before.

This place seemed to have become a ghost village.

The Peach Tree’s leaves withered with the seasons, once fertile lands now abandoned.

Quiet as death.

…

Many years passed.

A youth suddenly appeared before the village.

He carried a white cat in his arms, dusty and weary, as if having come from very far away, walked into the village, a trace of smile in his eyes.

“Wake up!”

He called to the sleeping village, saying:

“The feast is ready, braised pork hock, marinated chicken feet, clear stewed perch, roast whole lamb, stew whole beef… Is there anything you want to eat? Sign up!”

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The end of the book.

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The main part of this book is finished.

This is the ending, from October 27, 2020, updated until June 23, 2022, roughly one year and eight months…

Feeling inexplicably empty inside, I will release the completion remarks later.

As for the side stories… I’ll release them later, probably have to write some side stories, but brothers and sisters who’ve grown weary of chasing, you don’t need to wait any longer.

That’s it then, wish everyone happiness.