The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"The War Expedition Gate?"

Everyone's attention was drawn.

"Let me take a look!

Shi Lei was the first to come over.

He is the First Generation Big Brother of the sect, as well as the big brother of all disciples. Straightforward and reliable, although not the strongest or most outstanding, he is the most convincing.

"I'll go in and take a look first!"

Shi Lei, holding Ma Liang's Brush, entered the War Expedition Gate.

The next moment.

He found himself in a world full of light and saw countless meditation cushions on the ground. He picked one, sat cross-legged on it, and his mana vanished in an instant.

As if forcefully drained.

"My head is so dizzy!"

Shi Lei patted his head.

Then, he fainted.

When Shi Lei woke up again, he found himself standing next to Ye Feng, and he was stunned.

"Sect Master Uncle!"

Shi Lei rubbed his eyes and looked around, indeed finding himself on the Myriad Clans Continent.

Due to the suppression of powerful laws, even someone like him, a Quasi-Saint, couldn't fly at the moment and could only run and jump on the ground, casting spells and divine skills.

Misty Sect.

"Look, it's the big brother!"

"It really is him!"

"How did he end up in the Myriad Clans Continent?"

"Wait!"

"This is an avatar created by the War Expedition Gate. His real body should still be inside the War Expedition Gate."

"Let's go take a look."

The disciples crossed through the War Expedition Gate one after another.

A moment later.

Myriad Clans Continent.

Suddenly, dozens of Misty Sect disciples appeared next to Ye Feng, all curiously examining their surroundings.

"You guys came over as well?"

"Yes!"

"We didn't expect our avatars to arrive at this place with the ability to transcend time and space."

"Can you sense your real bodies?"

"Can't sense it. It feels like our primordial spirits have exited from our bodies and occupied avatars created from our own strength to come to the Myriad Clans Continent."

"Right, I can't feel my real body either."

"When we die in battle, we should be able to go back."

The disciples discussed amongst themselves.

"Hmm, indeed."

The voice of Ye Feng sounded.

He opened his eyes, ending the first stage of his training.

Now, he had figured out how to cultivate the fourth volume of the "Time Codex", increasing the number of time laws from the original one thousand strands to now over a thousand strands.

"Sect Master!"

Shi Lei and the others bowed in salute.

"You're now in an avatar state, able to exert your full strength. Enjoy the upcoming battles, as they will be unforgettable for the rest of your lives," said Ye Feng.

"The coming battles?"

The disciples, including Shi Lei, were puzzled.

"Heh heh heh!"

Laughter echoed from the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe continued, "Ye Feng, are these ant-like beings your Misty Sect disciples? Quasi-Saints? Void Break Realm? Divine Origin Realm? How weak!"

"Do you dare to come out?"

Ye Feng sneered.

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe immediately gritted his teeth in anger.

After a moment.

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe sneered sinisterly:

"Ye Feng!"

"Our Myriad Clans also have members. With just a drop of blood, I can create an army of the Hunting Tribe, and killing your disciples will be as easy as flipping my hand."

"However, do you dare to let your disciples fight to the death with the clan leaders of our Myriad Clans?"

This was a taunt.

The meaning of the Chief of the Hunting Tribe was clear.

He wanted the Misty Sect disciples to fight to the death with members of the Myriad Clans, but on one condition: Ye Feng must not intervene.

"Let the younger generation fight it out," Ye Feng said. "Don't worry, I won't make a move."

"You said it yourself!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe burst into laughter.

The next moment.

The ancient coffin he resided in trembled with a buzzing noise.

A drop of blood shot out and landed on the Myriad Clans Continent, gradually swelling into a lake.

Within emerged blood-red figures, transforming into thousands of Hunting Tribe members brandishing bone spears, their bodies covered in patterns.

The strongest among them had reached the Four-Turn Quasi-Saint.

Even the weakest was in the Void Break Realm.

"Such formidable strength."

"Big Senior Brother, we only have dozens of people, it seems we can't defeat their thousands."

The disciples' faces were solemn.

"Who said we only have dozens of people?"

A cold voice sounded.

Shi Lei and the first batch of disciples who passed through the War Expedition Gate looked towards the source of the voice, only to see silhouettes appearing out of thin air on the ground, quickly surpassing three thousand.

The person leading them was a woman.

She was dressed in black, wearing a black veiled hat, holding a sharp sword in her left hand with a very cold demeanor.

"Senior Sister Mo Ying!"

The disciples got excited.

"In such a situation, how could we be absent?"

Huo Yunjie joined in as well.

By his side were Baixue Ding and Lin Yuyan.

The two were not Misty Sect disciples, but in everyone's eyes, they were destined to become the wives of the steel-hearted Second Senior Brother Huo Yunjie; they were considered people of the Misty Sect.

"Yes, we cannot be absent in such a situation."

Long Tianxing had also arrived.

Standing beside him was Qiao Jiaxi.

Originally, Qiao Jiaxi had been refining the Five Spirits Flower, but upon seeing the scene of the Myriad Clans Continent, she immediately entered the War Expedition Gate.

In addition, Li Jiaojiao, Jia Yulan, Xia He, Qiu Ju, Ouyang Yu, Ouyang Feng, Yan Ruyu, Ji Ziling, Wang Ping'an, Yu Su, Yu Wei, and all other First Generation Disciples arrived.

They were at least in the Seventh Layer of the Void Break Realm.

A large portion of them were Heavenly Emperors.

Those ranked in the front like Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, and others had already stepped into the Quasi-Saint Level.

"We can't fall behind either!"

Xu Dalei spoke.

Mu Sisi, Lan Die, Ning Xiangxiang, Lei Xiaohu, the Liang Wanfen trio, and five thousand Second-generation Disciples had arrived.

"Where are the Third Generation Disciples?"

Han Yonghui, along with eight thousand Fourth Generation Disciples, appeared, raising their longswords high with eyes filled with war intent.

Ten thousand Fourth Generation Disciples.

But now, some disciples were still training outside and couldn't rush back to the Misty Sect in time; they needed to wait for subsequent reinforcements.

"Fourth Generation Disciples, we can't weaken our momentum!"

Xia Wenwen, the Fourth Generation Senior Sister, had also arrived.

Behind her followed more than six thousand Fourth Generation Disciples, the remaining three thousand plus were still training outside and couldn't make it back in time, only able to wait for the next batch.

Among the Fourth Generation Disciples.

Zhou Teng from the Nine Swords Empire with the Nine Swords Divine Body, the little princess of the Five-Colors Empire equipped with the Five-Colored Phoenix Bloodline Ke Anqing, Four Symbols Divine Body Kong Cheng, Heavenly Bow Holy Body Zhang Tianyuan, and others were all present.

"Fifth Generation Disciples, assemble!"

Ding Qingshu, wearing a green robe, walked over.

As the Fifth Generation Senior Sister, she played a good leading role, prompting her fellow sect members to come at the first sign.

Following her were the beast taming family's Wu Shu, the son and daughter-in-law of the Joyous Union Sect Master Luo Changge and Xu Qingying.

Behind them.

Was Dan Hanyu, the sole survivor of the Yuyun City's Dan Family in Tianlan Immortal Realm, and the rest of the Fifth Generation Disciples.

Chu Tianlan hadn't arrived.

He was in the Immortal Dao Realm and was not participating in the battle for the time being.

"Roar!"

A resounding roar of a beast echoed.

Brother Flathead transformed into his Godzilla Form and stepped into the Myriad Clans Continent, followed by a large group of terrifyingly mighty Spiritual Beasts.

Little White Fox, Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, Fox Da Hong, Dog Er Ha, Pig San Pang, Toad Si Chu, Pumpkin Wu Gua, Shape-shifting Beast, Golden-Haired Little Squirrel, Mountain Divine Monkey, Thunder Beast Baby...

Eighty percent of the disciples and Spiritual Beasts had arrived.

They stood by Ye Feng's side, some with arms crossed, some holding sharp swords, some clenching their fists, their mighty aura surging to the skies in this moment.

"Look quick!"

"Those are disciples from the Misty Sect!"

"They are actually mobilizing the entire Sect's power to enter the Myriad Clans Continent, aren't they afraid of being annihilated?"

Cultivators from all realms who were watching the projection were stunned.

In the starry sky.

Sword Saint Yuexi wore a worried expression.

"Sect Master Ye has actually brought all the disciples and Spiritual Beasts from the Misty Sect, isn't he afraid of severe losses?"

A Heavenly Saint said in a deep voice.