I Truly Am The Villian

"Who is this guy?" someone asked, looking at Xu Zimo’s retreating figure.

"Don’t know, no idea if he’s really confident or just talking big," another person shook his head.

At this moment, whether it was Liu Zongfang, the few from the Immortal Mortal Sect, or the people from Buddha Country, they all wore thoughtful expressions.

They naturally didn’t believe that Xu Zimo would intentionally do this just to boast.

But they also couldn’t figure out where his confidence came from.

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The black hole in front of them surged, and the surrounding space formed ripples irregularly.

A highly evil spiritual energy fluctuated wildly in the surrounding area.

"Do you know who sealed this entrance?" Xu Zimo asked.

"According to the information I have, it seems to be a Buddhist Daoist expert," King Qinyou said.

He had researched everything about Burial Buddha Temple before.

As he said this, he suddenly came to a realization.

His gaze intensified, "A Buddhist Daoist expert, does this have something to do with Buddha Country?

Arrogant Great Emperor or Emperor Puguang?"

Before, he had not connected the Buddhist Daoist expert with Buddha Country.

But now, seeing all the signs, he had finally realized.

"To be precise, it’s neither," Xu Zimo shook his head, smiling.

"This seal is only opened once every thousand years.

That is to say, there’s only one opportunity to enter Burial Buddha Temple every thousand years."

"You haven’t answered my question yet," King Qinyou said.

"You’ll find out once you go in," Xu Zimo smiled.

Before, he had used the Chaos Pearl to travel through the River of Time, specially checking the origin of this place called Burial Buddha Temple.

Many things had indeed made him feel quite emotional.

Xu Zimo said this and walked into the black hole filled with evil aura.

The space in front of his eyes rotated irregularly, and the surrounding evil aura relentlessly invaded Xu Zimo’s entire body.

Especially his mind, where the evil aura seemed to want to destroy his consciousness.

But none of these had any meaning for Xu Zimo.

He enveloped his entire body with the Creation Force.

The Creation Force is the strongest force in this universe, the foundation of a world.

Both this evil aura and Demonic Qi were all kept at bay.

As the space around him continued to shatter, Xu Zimo felt as if he had traversed through a vast expanse of void for a long time.

His body soared and then fell.

Everything was pitch-black before him, and in this darkness, he could see countless pairs of eyes seemingly staring at him from the shadows.

Finally, after a long time, a light appeared before Xu Zimo’s eyes.

He found himself in the midst of ruins.

At the same time, King Qinyou’s figure also emerged from the void.

"Is this Burial Buddha Temple?" King Qinyou surveyed the surroundings, asking incredulously.

In his imagination, a place like Burial Buddha Temple should be covered in dark clouds, with monsters teeming all around.

The atmosphere would be very oppressive and evil.

But now, where was any hint of the ambiance expected of a forbidden land?

Blue sky and white clouds, the sky as blue as a splash of ink in a watercolor painting.

The sunlight was bright, and the air was very fresh.

It was just that the two of them were in the midst of ruins, making the environment a bit poor, that’s all.

"The greatest horrors never reveal to people how terrifying they truly are," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"It is only when horror descends, it will destroy everything with an overwhelmingly powerful force."

"Where is this place?" asked King Qinyou, looking curiously at the surrounding ruins.

"Don’t you want to know the answer?" Xu Zimo smiled.

"Have a look around, and perhaps you will understand."

King Qinyou nodded, intending to walk on air.

But he discovered that there was a force suppressing the halfway point, preventing him from overcoming the barrier and flying up.

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Left with no choice, he could only walk to observe the ruins around him.

The area of the ruins was extremely vast.

So vast that one could not see the end at a glance.

Oddly-shaped rocks lay all around, from which one could still make out.

How glorious this place must have been.

"This was also a Sect Gate, right?" King Qinyou asked as he walked.

"Sort of," Xu Zimei nodded.

"It’s just that a great war in the past destroyed everything."

As the two of them walked on, they saw two skeletons ahead.

One was a human skeleton, and the other belonged to a monster.

"Evil Ancestor?" King Qinyou asked with some surprise as he looked at the monster’s bones.

The skeleton was pitch-black, with sharp claws and two vampire-like fangs in its mouth.

It bore a striking resemblance to the image of the Evil Ancestor they had seen before.

At the moment, these two skeletons were locked in combat.

The monster’s fangs had bitten into the human skeleton’s neck.

And the human skeleton had a short Zen Stick thrust into the monster’s body.

King Qinyou approached the two skeletons.

These two creatures had died who knows how many years ago and still maintained their final posture.

King Qinyou looked far into the distance and saw that the further he went, the more skeletons there were.

Some of monsters, and some of humans.

To say they covered the mountains and plains was no exaggeration, the dense skeletons revealed the intensity of the battle that once took place.

The two tried to avoid the dead skeletons and continued walking a certain distance forward.

A grand hall appeared before them.

A very dilapidated grand hall.

Yet compared to the other buildings, it still managed not to collapse.

King Qinyou walked into the hall, which had many Buddhist ritual instruments placed around.

There were Zen Sticks, Zen rings, wooden fish, and monks’ robes.

There were also several withered Bodhi Trees.

A painting hung at the very front of the hall.

Despite the long erosion of time, the content of the painting was still clearly visible.

It depicted a man with a shaven head, wearing a tattered grey robe, with a warm and friendly face.

The man’s smile felt very comforting.

At the bottom of the painting, there was a line of words.

"In the age of World Venerable Yicheng, we held up the last glory, determined to fight to the death."

When King Qinyou saw these words, he immediately realized.

"Yicheng, could it be the founder of Buddha Country, World Venerable Yicheng?"

Xu Zimei nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to King Qinyou, and he spoke.

"He was a truly good person who genuinely thought about enlightening all sentient beings,

not like many false Buddhas nowadays."

"He must have been contemporary with Great Emperor Zhichi, right?" King Qinyou asked.

"Yes, back then he was the one believed to be most capable of bearing Destiny," Xu Zimei nodded in response.

"If not for that war, the Great Emperor of those years might not necessarily have been Great Emperor Zhichi."

"Did he die here?" King Qinyou asked.

"They call it ’entering Nirvana’," Xu Zimei replied.

The two continued walking forward, as getting out of the ruins was the objective of their journey.

"I still don’t understand," King Qinyou said with confusion as they went along.

"What exactly happened here?"

"It more or less started with the Bloodthirsty Evil Clan," Xu Zimei pondered for a moment before answering.

"World Venerable Yicheng wanted to save some people, and later died on the path of salvation.

Those people remained the same, unchanged."

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