Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!-Chapter 902 - 817: Nine Tribes and Three Rebels

On the Martial Clan's warship, everyone was extremely shocked.

The Martial Self Mirror was the treasure that stabilized the Martial Clan and related to the Martial Sovereign from the Era of the Ancient White Mist.

Now, this treasure was actually being disobedient...

"Quick, light the Sacrificial Divine Incense and invite the mirror spirit back to its place!"

Wu Fengyun and Wu Fengjuan both spoke. Instantly, they took out a stick of purple incense from their hands.

It was lit immediately.

The light purple smoke floated toward the True Self Realm in the Sky Vault.

— Sacrificial Divine Incense was specially made by the Martial Clan and contained the power of faith from countless beings within the territories ruled by the clan, which was greatly beneficial to the mirror spirit of the Martial Self Mirror.

This was also why their clan could control the Martial Self Mirror.

This incense could lead the Martial Self Mirror back to its place.

The smoke wafted gently toward the mirror.

However, in the Sky Vault, the True Self Realm completely ignored the smoke that contained the power of faith.

It flew straight toward the small boat ahead!

In the blink of an eye, the ancient mirror landed on the small boat, not daring to get close to the cabin, but standing at the bow, leaning slightly forward as if bowing in greeting!

Seeing this, everyone from the Martial Clan was dumbfounded.

What was this situation?

The Martial Self Mirror...

Had it rebelled?

That was impossible...

And at this moment,

Inside the cabin of that small boat.

Long Zixuan sat calmly. He saw the mirror at the bow of the boat.

Momentarily, he seemed to remember some events from the past.

"Before the great battle in past years, I had a short stay in a thatched cottage before the ancient road... You are the mirror from that cottage."

Long Zixuan murmured.

This mirror, just like Little Stone, merely absorbed some of the Martial Sovereign's aura from that time near the cottage.

Thus, it transformed into a divine artifact.

Hearing this, the ancient mirror at the bow, as if understanding, rocked its frame up and down, seemingly nodding.

After a brief thought, Long Zixuan immediately said,

"After countless ages, meeting again is also a destiny, come inside."

Upon hearing this, the Martial Self Mirror became extremely excited, transformed into a ray of light, and flew inside.

It landed at Long Zixuan's feet, both humble and quiet.

The previously arrogant and shockingly imperious Martial Self Mirror was now behaving just like a well-mannered child!

...

At this moment,

"The Martial Self Mirror must not be lost!"

Two powerhouses from the Martial Clan were both anxious and furious.

The Martial Self Mirror was their clan's stabilizing treasure. Losing it would be a loss the entire clan could not afford.

"Who is in the cabin, return the True Self Realm, or it will be an endless battle!"

They threatened coldly!

Their Eighth Realm Cultivation Level was immediately released, pressuring the surrounding void, immensely terrifying.

"Bring it back to me!"

Wu Fengyun suddenly took a step forward, with thousands of layers of Chaos Qi behind him, the gray mist and white mist mixing like clouds. He seemed like a heavenly sovereign who could turn the skies and rain with a wave of his hand!

The fearsome might, no one could withstand!

But, at that moment,

Suddenly, inside the cabin, a terrifying presence flashed.

A faint bow shadow appeared!

With the bow shadow's appearance, a vast space in the void, filled with massive amounts of Chaos Qi, suddenly surged toward the cabin like being swallowed.

Thousands of layers of Chaos Qi, between the bow shadow, formed into a terrifying arrow.

The longbow, without a string, used the Chaos Qi as arrows, and was suddenly shot out!

With one arrow flying, it shattered the Sky Vault!

"What... this..."

Upon seeing this, Wu Fengyun was shocked, extremely horrified, as if he had seen a ghost, and said,

"The Chaos Sun-Shooting Bow?!"

He instinctively turned and fled!

Because he knew too well about the Chaos Sun-Shooting Bow. That bow, from the Era of the Ancient White Mist, had tremendous power and was on the same level as the Martial Self Mirror in terms of being a divine artifact.

Even... this bow was originally a controlled artifact of their Martial Clan.

However, later on, one of their strongest ancestors rebelled against the clan and took the Chaos Sun-Shooting Bow with him.

This was only known internally by their Martial Clan.

And the Chaos Sun-Shooting Bow, known to the world, was most feared for its ability to autonomously absorb the Chaotic Spiritual Energy from heaven and earth, using the energy as its arrows.

Now this bow... using energy as arrows, must be the long-lost Chaos Sun-Shooting Bow!

The appearance of the Chaos Sun-Shooting Bow meant that, could it be that the person inside the cabin was the strongest ancestor who had rebelled from the clan years ago?

If that were the case...

Probably only the supreme beings in the Sacrificial Temple had the power to suppress it!

After all, although that ancestor had made a mistake during his Ascendant Path, he had indeed ascended.

A mere Eighth Realm had no right to confront him.

He panicked and fled in utter disorder!

Yet, the arrow was indeed too fast.

Boom!

The arrow pierced through the Eighth Realm powerhouse's sea of Chaotic Spiritual Energy and directly exploded him!

Turning into a mist of blood!

...

Seeing this scene, everyone was startled.

"Chaos Sun-Shooting Bow... Is that the Chaos Sun-Shooting Bow?!"

Another Eighth Realm powerhouse, Wu Fengjuan, trembled as he spoke, looking at the small boat in front of him, he immediately knelt down, pleading:

"Ancestor Jianghe, please do not kill me!"

"Spare my life!"

He also felt that, within that small boat's cabin, must be their Martial Clan's powerhouse...

Wu Jianghe!

The opponent, surprisingly, was not dead yet...

The rest, including Chen Lin and Zhao Mingdong, also had faces as pale as ash.

The Martial Clan had actually encountered such a terrifying character...

But, there was no response from within the small boat.

Only the sky full of Chaotic Spiritual Energy gathered once again, with the shadow of the bow reappearing above the small boat.

Spiritual Energy turned into arrows, shooting out once again.

"No!"

Wu Fengjuan's pupils dilated wide!

With this arrow, the entire Martial Clan's warship exploded.

Like a dazzling firework.

All the powerhouses on board, Eighth Realm, Seventh Realm... all dead!

In an instant, none were left.

Outside the Martial Desolate Realm, in the Sky Vault, there was suddenly a deathly silence!

...

At this moment.

In the distance, somewhere in the void.

Here, aboard a Warship.

At this moment, all members of the World-Stabilizing Pavilion were staring at the scene unfolding before them, stunned.

"How is this possible..."

Jin Chishan murmured, his old eyes filled with horror, he said:

"Wu Jianghe from the 'Nine Tribes and Three Rebels' of the old days?!"

"He actually isn't dead?"

The World-Stabilizing Pavilion is one of the most mysterious forces in the True Ancestor World, with informed sources and knowledge of many secrets!

"Nine Tribes and Three Rebels... It is said that back then, during the Sacrificial Temple event by Yang Daomei and Jiang Yunsheng, among the Nine Clans, there were three nearly Ascendant Path-level powerhouses initially planning to follow them..."

"Martial Clan's Wu Jianghe, Ji Clan's Ji Wudan, Changsun Clan's Changsun Bumie..."

Yu Linglong also murmured, saying:

"But these three, during their breakthrough to the Ascendant Path Level, encountered errors... fell into madness, rebelled against their clans, and were called by the world as the 'Nine Tribes and Three Rebels'!"

"So it turns out, behind the Village Fisherman, it was actually him... No wonder, no wonder the Village Fisherman's Martial Cultivation Level is so powerful!"

She seemed to have understood something!

"Martial Clan's rebel?"

But Jin Shishi became anxious, saying:

"What should we do now? Let the pavilion send masters to kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Chishan said:

"That can't be done!"

"Young Master, this man had ascended the path back then; although he turned mad, he ultimately entered the ultimate sequence. To kill him... even if it's the pavilion acting, it would suffer a great loss of vitality, and might even trigger an ultimate battle!"

Jin Shishi said:

"Then what should we do?"

Jin Chishan thought for a moment, then suddenly looked at Yu Linglong and coldly said:

"According to the Chief's decree, you must find the Martial Sovereign Method!"

"Now, you go back to the Martial Desolate Realm and seize the opportunity to take it!"

"If you cannot obtain it, you will never need to return to the Main Pavilion!"

He was ready to give up here.

After all, contending with the Nine Tribes and Three Rebels was not worth the cost.

But before leaving, he wouldn't mind pushing Yu Linglong into this great pit.

Yu Linglong, hearing this, said:

"Alright..."

"I accept."

She appeared exceptionally calm!

"Shishi, let's go to the Sound Desolate!"

Jin Chishan then spoke directly.

Now, with Wu Jianghe appearing in the Martial Desolate Realm, they were not willing to confront him head-on.

Therefore, the Sound Desolate, which had already shown strange fluctuations of aura, was the most suitable!

...

Meanwhile.

In the void, somewhere.

"What... what kind of bow and arrow is that?"

An elder's face changed drastically!

He felt that the black long bow on his back was trembling at this moment, as if it were submitting to the bow and arrow's phantom inside that small boat!

"No... this is bad!"

The elder suddenly cried out; he felt that due to the fluctuating aura of the black long bow, the Origin of the Grey Mist within him also became unstable.

It was about to chaos!

Simultaneously, he inexplicably felt a sense of panic, as if the divine artifact on the small boat sensed his Origin of the Grey Mist, emitting a hint of hostility!

The presence on the small boat... dislikes Grey Mist?!

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Wu Jianghe's expression changed, and he turned to flee!

...

Working overtime until now.

Helpless yet helpless.

Everyone, go to sleep; it seems that Guixin is ruined.