I Truly Am The Villian

Layer by layer, space shattered before his eyes.

Chaos stirred the heavens and the earth with its colossal body.

The vast and mighty Immortal Might began to spread gradually around him.

The cocoon that had previously been surrounded by immortal mist around him was also slowly dissipating and breaking apart.

Chaos seemed to have entered a special state of enlightenment.

Its aura hovered between the peak of the Divine Vein Realm and the Immortal Ascension Boundary.

From within came countless "thumping" sounds.

It was attempting to break through the ninth Vein Gate time and time again.

The difficulty of this task was imaginable.

After several continuous attempts, the Vein Gate seemed to have not been breached.

Instead, due to the intense internal impacts, its body’s surface began to show numerous cracks.

The ninth Vein Gate was Shen Poxu!

To shatter the void was also to break free from one’s own shackles.

Stepping onto the path of immortality might not be as significant as Becoming Emperor, but the cruelty and hardship involved were little known.

The difficulty of opening each subsequent Vein Gate would increase exponentially.

On Chaos’s body surface, slick with cracks, a copious amount of blood now seeped out.

It dyed its entire massive frame a bloody red.

Chaos howled in agony.

With each collision, more and more cracks appeared on the surface of its body.

If this continued, its body would likely fall apart completely.

Xu Zimei slightly furrowed his brow; he had somewhat underestimated the difficulty of advancing into the Immortal Realm.

But since he had already taken this step, there was naturally no reason to shrink back.

Xu Zimei waved his right hand, and behind him, the azure blue planet of his True Fate emerged.

A branch from the Tree of Life extended from the planet, entering into Chaos’s body.

The thick green light, carrying the essence of life, enveloped Chaos’s colossal form.

It rapidly healed the injuries all around Chaos’s body.

The cracks on its body also closed up at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Xu Zimei finally let out a sigh of relief.

The Tree of Life indeed had helped him a great deal.

...…

At this moment, Chaos repeatedly slammed against the ninth Vein Gate.

It was completely heedless of injury.

Should any wounds appear, the Tree of Life would heal them at once.

This time, the assault lasted nearly two hours.

Tremendous beastly might enveloped half the sea area.

In the end, one could only hear a "bang" from within Chaos.

It was as if something had shattered.

The river of Spiritual Energy within it surged up, creating towering waves, roaring within Chaos like the torrential Changhe at sunset.

With the opening of the ninth Vein Gate, Chaos’s aura finally stabilized in the Immortal Realm.

Although it was only the initial step of a Profound Immortal.

It had nevertheless crossed the most critical hurdle.

Even though the subsequent steps were extremely difficult, the danger had decreased significantly.

A series of "rumbling" explosions erupted around Chaos.

The firmament churned with the wind, and the coastlines exploded with the azure blue sea.

Shocking waves rose a hundred feet high into the air.

The originally all-black Chaos appeared even blacker.

Its body had grown significantly larger once more.

Especially the wings behind it, thin as cicada wings, had grown large enough to cover the sky and block the sun.

On Chaos’s abdomen, dark purple thunderbolts and crimson flames fused together, flickering.

"Master," Chaos, with half its body kneeling, respectfully greeted Xu Zimei.

It knew that its advancement into the Immortal Ascension Boundary was largely thanks to Xu Zimei.

Whether it was the Blood Devouring Immortality Pill or the all-out treatment from the Tree of Life.

Even though it had made many sacrifices as his Vein Beast, it had gained even more in return.

"Come with me to annihilate a family," Xu Zimei said indifferently, his hands clasped behind his back.

Chaos slightly lowered its body, its massive form sprawling atop the sea.

Xu Zimei leapt up, landing directly on top of Chaos’s head.

Chaos slightly arched its body, like a black aurora streaking towards Dragon City.

...

For the residents of Dragon City, this city held an extraordinary significance.

Starting from the Era of Emperors, it had almost been a million years.

The profound history of this Dragon City, even in the whole Eastern Continent, was one of the most distinguished.

The winter snowfall, accompanied by the howling and biting cold wind, swept past.

Many shops in Dragon City had turned off their lights and closed their doors early.

On the streets at night, only a few hurried figures passed by.

The ancient city walls stood steadfast amidst the wind and snow.

Four vivid Divine Dragons in the sky above still held a posture of flight, inhaling and exhaling around the central Dragon Ball.

A faint trembling began to shake the ground beneath Dragon City.

The rumbling noise from afar grew closer, more distinct, and louder.

This was the start of a new day in Dragon City.

The morning sun rose slowly in the east, accompanied by the breaking dawn.

Those still asleep were awakened by the commotion.

Some opened the windows of their rooms, squinting sleepily at the outside.

Others, wrapped in heavy cotton coats, stepped out their doors into the falling snow.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze turned towards the direction of the city gates.

A gigantic claw descended from the sky.

Then came a thunderous boom, a catastrophic collapse.

The symbols of Dragon City, the four Divine Dragons and the Dragon Ball that had stood for thousands of years.

As the massive claw fell, they collapsed with a "rumbling" sound.

The cries of the crowd rose within the city.

When Chaos stood up, its colossal body towered over the city walls by a great deal.

As Xu Zimei stood atop Chaos’s head, he was looking down upon the entire city.

As the administrators of Dragon City, the Long Family would certainly bear the brunt when the city was under attack.

When the four Divine Dragons collapsed, Long Yaotian stepped out briskly with four Elders.

They rose into the air, standing above the city, facing Xu Zimei from a distance.

"May I know which esteemed person has graced us with their presence? Dragon City has not provided proper hospitality, please forgive us," Long Yaotian said with neither servility nor arrogance.

"I am here to exterminate a clan," Xu Zimei stated flatly.

"May I ask your honor," Long Yaotian began, lifting his head and only getting halfway through his sentence when he suddenly recognized Xu Zimei’s face in the sky.

He had seen the portrait drawn by Long Shenghui before.

He knew what the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect looked like.

In that moment, he was slightly taken aback, not understanding why Xu Zimei, who should have been sent to the treacherous Sinking Dead Sea, was appearing here.

Yet a foreboding feeling was quietly dawning on him.

...

"May I know which clan your honor intends to annihilate?" Long Yaotian still asked patiently.

"Your Long Family sure knows how to act," said Xu Zimei flatly.

"At this point, with faces already torn, you still refuse to admit the truth?"

Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Long Yaotian also realized that the truth had been revealed, and there was no point in hiding it any longer.

His gaze hardened as he spoke with restraint, "If the Holy Sect wishes to pursue the matter, I, Long, will take full responsibility.

This issue is in no way related to our Long Family; it is merely my personal desire, as a father seeking vengeance for his son."