I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The Tai Chu Continent was once again in shock

An Lin had just led his extermination team and destroyed the Southern Heavenly Gate before becoming the biggest celebrity on the entire continent, but he was now apparently dead.

His popularity had only just begun to wane a little, but it once again spiked to an all-time high.

All living beings in the world were shocked to hear this news.

How could such a freakishly talented being die like this?

This wasn’t fake news, was it?

“Fake! It must be fake! The Northern Heavenly Human Tribe United Army is just trying to crush our Kingdom of the Nine States United Army’s morale by spreading fibs like this!” The patriarch of an immortal sect flared up with rage.

“But Patriarch… if this news is fake, then why hasn’t the Four Nine Immortal Sect clarified the situation?” an elder stated a rebuttal.

“This…” The patriarch was stumped, and the rage in his eyes gradually died down.

He had no response to this because the elder was right. Why DIDN’T the Four Nine Immortal Sect release a statement on this matter?

Could it be…

Many people across the entire continent thought the exact same thing.

The lack of a response made by the Four Nine Immortal Sect convinced everyone of the authenticity of the news that had come from the Northern Heavenly Human Tribe United Army.

Furthermore, the natural phenomena indicating the deaths of two Dao Integration Stage super mighty figures in the Sinister Spirit Beast Cesspool further verified the information released by the Northern Heavenly Human Tribe United Army.

Thus, news of An Lin’s death spread throughout the entire continent like wildfire.

There were many people who felt wistful and forlorn. They felt like it was a massive loss for the Kingdom of the Nine States that An Lin, the Divine Phoenix Maiden, and Tina had lost their lives in exchange for the lives of two Dao Integration Stage mythological beasts.

There were also people who insulted An Lin and felt like he had gotten what he deserved for his arrogance and complacency.

At the Four Nine Immortal Sect.

Within the conference chamber.

Everyone was discussing this matter with dumbstruck expressions.

“So… our sect leader died again?”

Bai Ling massaged her brows as she repressed the urge to laugh.

Tina sat at the head of the table, recounting to everyone the events that had taken place in the Sinister Spirit Beast Cesspool.

All of the Four Nine Immortal Sect were enlightened. They were also shocked by the Heavenly Human Tribe’s premature celebrations. Were they not afraid of being slapped in the face?

Everyone within the conference chamber was already eagerly anticipating the events that were about to take place.

“Let’s keep this a secret first. We can reveal the truth to the world after Master completes his mission,” Xiao Tu said in a level voice, but he was struggling to repress the amused smile that was forcing its way onto his face.

“What an assist from the Heavenly Human Tribe! They’ve managed to convince the entire world that Big Brother An is dead, thereby completely pulling wool over everyone’s eyes and making Big Brother An’s mission even more secretive! Woof!” Da Bai slapped an excited paw onto the table.

“And this is information that has been officially verified by both the Heavenly Human Tribe and our Four Nine Immortal Sect, so no one will doubt it.” Cassidy chuckled.

They could already envision the spectacular events that were going to follow…

At the West Sea Alliance base.

Lan Xiaoni took a glance at the newspaper headline before tossing it aside.

“Big Boss An Lin is playing this game again. I wonder who’s going to get screwed this time…”

A faint smile appeared on her face as she turned toward the northeastern direction with anticipation in her eyes.

On a mysterious floating continent.

This was a place of eternal night.

Within the palace at the very center of the floating continent, the laughter of an emperor erupted forth.

“Hahaha… An Lin is finally dead!

“We can’t let the Evil-Slaying Sword fall into someone else’s hands! Let’s go retrieve it!”

The Dark Wing Emperor issued a command, and all of the powerful monarchs heeded his call as they rose into the sky!

“An Lin should’ve died a long time ago!”

“Hahaha… Well deserved! Let’s go set off some fireworks at the place of his death!”

“I’ll come with you! I’m going to take a commemorative photo there as well!”

The emperor and monarchs of the Dark Wing Tribe spread open their black wings and flew away from their floating continent…

If they couldn’t commit murder and robbery, then they would just have to become scavengers!

The Dark Marshlands.

Within the Divine Palace of Life.

A graceful man in a snowy-white robe waved a fan in his hand with a smile on his face. “An Lin is finally dead. Looks like Helen has been avenged.”

“What a pity that he never returned to the Dark Marshlands. I was going to show him what the true dao of blood was. Hmph! To think that a mere human dared to refer to himself as the Holy Leader!”

Emperor Yi Deng drank to his heart’s content as he chortled with glee and muttered the name of his son at the same time. This was the second time he was doing this. The first time was about a hundred years ago.

Almost all of the living beings on the Tai Chu Continent were convinced of An Lin’s death.

At this moment.

In the northernmost region of the Tai Chu Continent.

This was a black world with black earth, black wind, and red snowflakes, which provided the only hint of color in this region.

The black wind was imbued with a peculiar gas that could suffocate all living beings.

The red snowflakes were filled with killing intent and were absolutely lethal.

Even Soul Formation Stage living beings would instantly be sliced into billions of pieces by these terrifying red snowflakes.

This place was much more terrifying than the southernmost region of the Tai Chu Continent. It was exactly because of this that there was no scenery at all in the entirety of this vast region.

“The snowflakes here are all imbued with extremely powerful severing intent.” An Lin observed as he sat on his black brick. A few red snowflakes brushed along his palm, and an extremely cold and sharp tearing sensation shot through his hand.

If it weren’t for An Lin’s thick skin, he would have been sliced into ribbons already.

Xu Xiaolan sat at the forefront of the brick, swinging her long legs gently in the air as she looked up at the murky grey sky. Black, grey, red. These were the only three colors between heaven and earth.

For some reason, she had a nagging urge to incinerate all of the snowflakes in the sky.

“South tree North flower, West cloud East mist, this sums up the four extreme regions of the Tai Chu Continent,” Chen Chen surmised.

This was the first time An Lin had heard this saying, and his interest was piqued. “Don’t West and East consist of oceans? What is this about West cloud East mist?”

Chen Chen smiled. “Back when I was young, I once traveled to the extremes of all four directions on the Tai Chu Continent, and those were my findings.”

“When you go to the end of the West Sea, it’s no longer an ocean. Instead, its a place above the clouds. Even I can’t see what lies underneath that layer of clouds.

“When you get to the end of the East Sea, it’s no longer an ocean either. Instead, it’s a vast expanse of white mist, within which I had no sense of direction nor space. It was a very wonderful place.”

An Lin was flabbergasted. Wonderful? It sounded like a terrifying place!

“I can see the Northern Heavenly Gate,” the Celestial Thearch suddenly announced.