I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 1001: Chapter 1000 Chaos like an Egg, The Skies’ Mischievousness

Xu Zimei looked up at the Sect Protection Array of the Slaying Immortal Sect. Though he did not recognize the formation, its scale and might suggested it could be on par with the mighty Circulation Star Doubling Array.

“Let me do it,” just then, a voice echoed from the depths of the void.

The voice exploded in everyone’s hearts, and as they looked up, they saw the Divine Emperor step by step approaching from the distant void.

Under his feet, countless golden steps emerged, and with each stride, a row of stairs would appear on their own.

Glittering golden light shimmered on the steps, and he was dressed in a red robe as vivid as soaked in fresh blood.

The emblem of the Divine Gate was striking before one’s eyes.

His long hair moved without wind, his body exuding immense divine might, and in his eyes, myriad divinities seemed to surge.

“I’ve seen the Divine Emperor,” Feng Tianya cordially greeted.

Whether in terms of aptitude or strength, the Divine Emperor was surely a senior, having existed in that era long ago.

“Sect Hierarch Feng, let me test your Sect Protection Array,” said the Divine Emperor, waving his hand, not willing to engage in more niceties.

“Does the Divine Emperor truly wish to be an enemy of our Slaying Immortal Sect?” Feng Tianya inquired.

“What? Do you know what I hate the most?” the Divine Emperor responded indifferently.

“That air of assuming superiority, as if the mundane world is but ants to you, to control as you please.”

“If that’s so, then please, Divine Emperor, do as you will,” Feng Tianya replied indifferently, then his figure retreated back into the light curtain of the Immortal Mountain.

With a raise of his hand, the Divine Emperor gathered myriad divine forces, and all space and time around him came to a halt in the palm of his hand.

He threw a punch, causing the entire void to tremble.

It was as if each move and action he made became the focal point of the world, pulling at the hearts of countless people.

When his punch landed, the sound of space ripping apart filled the air, akin to a nuclear explosion, like a tiny star shattering.

Even the Immortal Mountain swayed, and the mists around it thinned considerably; the Sect Protection Array in front of him shattered instantly.

There was no surprise, as expected, the might of a single punch was such terrifying.

However, the moment the Sect Protection Array broke, and as the Divine Emperor’s fist retracted, a white light curtain drifted towards him.

This light curtain was silent and even the Divine Emperor didn’t feel anything.

But before the Divine Emperor could speak, the light curtain suddenly formed a membrane that spread over him as it drew close.

The membrane was silent, like a giant net, ensnaring the Divine Emperor within.

Seeing the Divine Emperor trapped by the light membrane, a burst of laughter came from within the Immortal Mountain.

An elder with snow-white hair approached, stepping on the air with a majestic demeanor.

Whether it was his hair, beard, or the robe he wore, all were of a snow-white hue.

But behind him hung a blood-red sword.

The sword was like a haunting shadow, with thick blood light flowing upon it.

“That is…,” some people eyed the elder who suddenly stepped out from the Immortal Mountain, their voices filled with disbelief.

At last, recognition dawned upon them.

“It’s Heavenly Evil.”

“Yes, the War General of the Ancient Emperor, Heavenly Evil Ancestor.”

The elder laughed heartily as he stepped through the air, his voice thunderous.

“Since you all have come to my Immortal Mountain, of course, you are welcome.”

The tremendous might around him surged, his long white hair draped behind him, moving without wind.

The aura around him was peculiarly strange.

As if half immortal, half demonic.

………

Looking at the light membrane that enveloped him, the Divine Emperor’s palm stirred vigorously, and he smacked towards it.

But the light membrane seemed to absorb all the power, showing no reaction whatsoever.

No matter how the Divine Emperor attacked, the light membrane remained intact.

“Don’t waste your energy. You can’t break it,” the Heavenly Evil Ancestor said by the side.

“It’s formed from the Power of Order of Chaos.”

“The Power of Order of Chaos?” Someone asked doubtfully by the side.

“What is that?”

“Have you ever heard that when heaven and earth first opened amidst Chaos, it was like a chicken’s egg.

At that time, the nascent world was nurturing, and amidst the boundless Chaos, countless divine demons were passed down.

To protect this nascent nurturing world, Chaos laid down the Power of Order on its surface, forming a light membrane to guard it.”

The Heavenly Evil Ancestor explained.

Hearing the other party’s explanation, Xu Zimei chuckled: “No wonder your Slaying Immortal Sect is so confident, you were well prepared from the start.”

“Back then, the Ancient Emperor searched throughout the future, seeking the Great Dao, and he obtained this light membrane,” the Heavenly Evil Ancestor snorted.

“Even he himself couldn’t do anything with the light membrane and eventually left it within the sect.

Does Saint Heir Xu really think our Slaying Immortal Sect has no trump cards?”

“What are you trying to say?” Xu Zimei smiled.

“Our Slaying Immortal Sect is not like the Baili Family; Saint Heir Xu, you’ve had it too easy on your journey,” replied the Heavenly Evil Ancestor indifferently.

“So easy that you’ve become somewhat self-forgetful.”

Before Xu Zimei could respond, a loud shout came from behind.

“Heavenly Evil, it’s not your turn to educate the younger generation of our True Martial Holy Sect.”

The War General of the Heavenly Blade appeared, carrying a large blade, slowly striding through the sky from a distance.

The Blade Intent around him was rampant, confronting the Heavenly Evil Ancestor from afar.

“Old thing, haven’t seen you for so many years, you’re not dead yet!”

“Heavenly Blade, you guys have gone too far this time,” the Heavenly Evil Ancestor replied with narrowed eyes.

“Let the others come out; we are not that close,” said the Ancestor of the Heavenly Blade, waving his hand dismissively.

“It seems that your True Martial Holy Sect is determined to start a war with us,” said the Heavenly Evil Ancestor.

The blood blade behind him was trembling, as if infinite blood energy began to spread out bit by bit.

“If you’re talking about overstepping, it was your Slaying Immortal Sect that started it,” replied the Ancestor of the Heavenly Blade.

“War? We’re not afraid of you.”

The Heavenly Evil Ancestor let out a heavy cold snort, then turned to look at Ancient Nether.

“If you withdraw now, I assure you that in the future Yuan Central Continent, there will be a place for you.”

“Thanks for your generous offer,” King Qinyou said coldly with a sneer.

“But what’s the difference between words from a soon-to-be-extinct power and a fart?”

“Very good, indeed,” the Heavenly Evil Ancestor said, laughing in anger.

It had been who knows how long since anyone had dared to talk to them like this.

Just as everyone was about to explode into conflict, a vast presence descended from above.

Instantly suppressing the noisy scene.

Everyone looked up, and it was from the peak of the Immortal Mountain.

At the origin of the raging waterfall, a man stood in the air, his gaze looking toward the northwest sky.

He sighed lightly: “Let the Heavenly Curtain come.”

The man didn’t seem old, only around thirty years old or so, but of course, a cultivator’s appearance can’t be trusted.

He wore a white robe, had long eyebrows, and his deep eyes were calm and indifferent, exuding an atmosphere of ease and tranquility.

As if he could dissolve everything.

Like the white snow of early spring meeting the blazing sun, instantly melting everything away.