I Truly Am The Villian

The burly man was towering over three meters tall, his entire skin was pitch-black, permeating with a thick demonic Qi.

His eyes were blood-red, sinister and monstrous, with a pair of exceptionally hard horns growing on top of his head.

Even the breath he exhaled with every breath was ink-black in color.

As he slowly knelt down, the entire space buzzed and hummed; his every move seemed infused with the power to destroy heaven and earth.

"Demon Lord, you’re speaking of me, aren’t you," Xu Zimei whispered to himself.

"My lord, you must have not visited the Ancient Demon Cave yet," Bai Meng spoke with respect.

"What place is that?" Xu Zimei frowned slightly.

He tried to ponder, feeling that the name sounded familiar, but he just couldn’t recall.

"That’s it, when you accept your inheritance, the moment you pick up the Sky Piercer, you will understand all of this," Bai Meng explained.

"You know me very well?" Xu Zimei frowned and asked.

"My lord, I am your former Demon General," Bai Meng hastily replied. "I’ve slept here for a million years, just waiting for your return."

"How can you be so sure I am the person you’ve been waiting for?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.

"The aura on your body, your bloodline can’t be wrong, the Prison Suppressor Demon Body also can’t be wrong," Bai Meng replied respectfully.

"Demon Body? Isn’t this a Divine Body?" Xu Zimei was taken aback and asked.

"My lord, this physique was originally yours, it’s just that after your defeat, the Divine Body was forcibly split and refined by the Heavenly Dao.

If it ended up with the person destined by fate, it would naturally become a Divine Body.

But, if it returns to its original owner, it itself is your Demon Body."

Hearing Bai Meng’s explanation, Xu Zimei finally understood.

No wonder he presented a different state when he activated the Prison Suppressor Demon Body compared to Chu Yang’s past life.

...

"Demon Lord," Xu Zimei murmured, then he asked again, "How much do you know about my past?"

"No one knows where you came from, and although we are Demon Generals, we don’t know much.

Moreover, we don’t need to know those things," Bai Meng shook his head fervently: "I only understand that by following your steps, adhering to your ideas.

You are like that brilliant sun in the empty sky,

like the lighthouse beyond the tumultuous sea on the Other Shore.

You will guide us, lead us to seek the true essence of life, to explore the gates of the new world.

To establish an eternal kingdom.

And you, will be that eternal Demon Lord."

...

Looking at the other’s demeanor, Xu Zimei was reminded of some zealous believers.

"What is your cultivation level?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Your subordinate has already opened nine Vein Gates and is now at the peak of the Mysterious Path Realm," Bai Meng replied promptly: "In fact, my strength has already broken through ten Vein Gates.

However, this world suppresses and absolutely does not allow any being beyond a Great Emperor.

Therefore, I can only maintain the strength of the Mysterious Path Realm."

Hearing this, Xu Zimei nodded; Martial Artists at the Divine Vein Realm had essentially opened eight Vein Gates.

At this stage, whether pursuing the Taoism or the path to immortality, one must open the ninth Vein Gate, then ascend to the Upper Realm.

"Where is this Ancient Demon Cavern you spoke of?" Xu Zimei asked.

"In the Upper Realm, but there is a Demon Gate on the Central Continent that connects to the Ancient Demon Cave," Bai Meng replied: "If you go to the Central Continent, you could also take a look at the Demon Gate there."

Xu Zimei nodded slightly, feeling a bit confused in his head.

He was unclear about what being a Demon Lord truly entailed, and what the connection between himself and the Demon Lord was.

All the answers could only be sought at the Ancient Demon Cave.

"My lord, please let me follow at your side in the future," Bai Meng hurriedly said: "This ten thousand years of waiting, I only wish to follow behind you once more, just like in the past."

"You may, but from now on, you are not to interfere in anything without my command," Xu Zimei said indifferently.

He deactivated his Prison Suppressor Demon Body state, descending from the sky, as the demonic qi above gradually dissipated.

"Your subordinate dares not," Bai Meng quickly nodded in agreement.

Dark clouds of demonic qi coalesced over the firmament, slowly enveloping everything and turning into a black mysterious cloud.

Bai Meng’s burly figure gradually vanished into the demonic cloud, which then disappeared into the void.

Xu Zimei knew that this mysterious cloud was always following him, yet ordinary people could never sense it.

His gaze fell upon the direction of the Mixed Yuan Ancient City, the massive city still standing tall at the edge of the sky.

"It seems there are some accounts that should be settled."

......

Mixed Yuan Ancient City, Era of Emperors, Epoch 10372.

Soft sunlight bathed the ground, welcoming the first warmth after a heavy snowfall in winter.

That day, as usual, people were living their daily lives, day after day.

The corner steamed bun shop emitted a tempting aroma.

At the tea stall, as usual, an old man held his book of tea scriptures, engrossed in his reading.

Ye Feiling patrolled his family’s domain, with all the younger members fawning and greeting him.

It was a day when the snow had just fallen, and a warm breeze swept across the land.

...

"Boom, boom, boom…"

The trembling sound of the earth shaking came from beneath the ground.

Initially, the tremors were not drastic, and many people didn’t even notice.

But as the shaking became more frequent and intense, an old, decrepit building in the city collapsed.

Only then did everyone react.

The ground was shaking, and terrified eyes looked towards the east.

There, a colossal beastly shadow appeared on the horizon, seeming to prop up the heavens, with shoulders against the sky, step by step it approached.

"What is that?" someone cried out in fear, feeling a shiver down their spine.

Despite the distance, the sheer size of the creature sent shockwaves of horror through everyone.

This spectacle caught the attention of nearly everyone in the city.

...…

Xu Zimei stood atop the head of Chaos, the cold wind causing his long hair to whip about in disarray.

He was clad in a black robe, with Tyrant Shadow wrapped around his back, his gaze profoundly fixed on the direction of the Mixed Yuan Ancient City.

"Even if I face millions, I shall go forth!"

All the people in the city dropped what they were doing and rushed to the city gates.

The streets, now inundated with people, were extremely crowded.

Inside the Mixed Yuan Ancient City, led by the Ye Family, all the major clans had already made their way to the very forefront of the city walls.

The people watched the approaching beastly shadow with solemn eyes.

It was a monster hundreds of meters tall, with twin pairs of blood-red wings that eclipsed the sky, seemingly blocking the remaining sunlight.

The beastly shadow engulfed the entire Mixed Yuan Ancient City, its immense beastly might sweeping across half the heavens, with even the firmament itself trembling.

The people looked up at the beastly shadow, realizing in horror that there was a young man in a black robe standing atop its head.

A strong wind began to blow silently from the edge of the sky.

An indifferent voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

"I have come to kill someone!"