I Truly Am The Villian

The beating of his heart accelerated dramatically, and Xu Zimei felt an inexplicable sense of panic.

He looked at the triangular island, which seemed familiar.

Yet he couldn’t remember where he had seen it before.

In his dreams, perhaps?

As the island drew closer to the ship, the tourists on board began to buzz with discussion.

This ship was controlled by a power known as the Ning Family.

At this moment, the ship slowly came to a stop not far from the island.

The guards on the ship seemed to be seeking the captain’s decision.

After a long wait, a fat man wearing a white sailor’s uniform swaggered out.

He spoke confidently to the people inside the cabin, "The captain has allowed everyone to land on the island for exploration.

The ship will remain here for three days, so please make sure to return within that time.

Those who do not wish to go ashore may rest in the cabin.

We will not wait for those who have not returned after three days."

Upon hearing the fat man’s words, the people scattered in a rush.

Each of them took to the air and flew toward the island.

Although such floating islands are replete with opportunities, they are also accompanied by crises.

There are even rumors of the entire island being obliterated.

However, cultivation is all about seizing the creations of heaven and earth, surpassing the control of the Great Dao.

Everything revolves around the word "struggle."

Xu Zimei floated in the air slowly, feeling, for some unknown reason, that this island stirred up many memories in him.

Yet these memories were indistinct and elusive.

It was as if a key point was missing that would link them all together.

......

The surface of the island was golden, and the gold gleamed brightly.

But as people set foot on it, they discovered that it was pervaded with rampaging Demonic Qi, and all the vegetation was eroded by it.

This place was indeed a paradise for demons.

The majority of the weighty vegetation on the island was of the dark variety.

It was possible to land on any side of the island.

When Xu Zimei shattered the void and descended onto the island,

he discovered that his heart was beating even faster.

The others rushed into the island, afraid that the opportunities inside would be snatched by someone else.

Xu Zimei had taken only a few steps when he heard someone shout aloud.

"I’ve found a weapon, an ancient divine armament."

He turned to look and saw a man in a green shirt, not far ahead, who had found a dust-covered axe under a dark pine tree.

Originally, the surface of the axe was petrified with numerous cracks in it.

But when the man dripped his blood on the axe,

the petrification began to fall away.

The entire axe suddenly burst forth with a sky-reaching bloody aura.

The blood aura was a bright red, signaling the commencement of slaughter.

This was clearly a vicious weapon.

Those around cast envious gazes, though none thought of snatching it away.

But before the man’s triumphant laughter could die down, a massive surge of Demonic Qi erupted from the axe.

It formed into a fierce face that swallowed the man whole,

leaving nothing, not even dregs, behind.

With a "clang," the axe fell to the ground.

Those nearby quickly retreated a few steps, distancing themselves from the axe.

"I have a feeling this island is somewhat sinister.

Should we leave?"

"Let’s wait and see. The greater the risk, perhaps the greater the chance as well."

"No matter how great the opportunity, you must be alive to seize it!"

The people around discussed animatedly, some clinging to hope,

while others began to think of giving up.

Xu Zimei furrowed his brows; the axe felt extremely familiar to him.

But he didn’t know why.

In any case, the entire island gave him an extremely eerie feeling.

He slowly approached, picking up the axe under the astonished gazes of some.

The Demonic Qi from the axe, upon sensing Xu Zimei’s presence, surprisingly showed no resistance.

Instead, it felt somewhat excited and respectful.

It was as if a lost believer had encountered their faith.

The axe was trembling faintly.

Streams of faint Demonic Qi flowed from the axe into Xu Zimei’s body through his arm.

At this moment, Xu Zimei was rooted to the spot.

In front of his eyes, intermittent flashes of unfamiliar yet familiar scenes began to appear.

"We, the Demon Race, are born forsaken by the heavens."

"We must shatter the hourglass of fate and contend against the Heavenly Dao to the very end."

These scenes resembled a great battle.

The sky was blood-red, and the ground cracked open with countless fissures.

Tens of thousands of creatures were fighting each other in a mêlée.

Every minute, every second, countless people were dying.

The battle was extremely brutal.

And the owner of this axe was just the most ordinary of the thousands of warriors.

These broken and intermittent scenes flashed before Xu Zimei’s eyes.

When Xu Zimei came to his senses, he saw that the axe in his hand had developed several cracks.

Accompanied by the sound of "crack, crack,"

the axe completely shattered.

And Xu Zimei immediately sensed something different about himself.

Originally, he had merged with the Prison Suppressor Demon Body.

At first, he had merged with the Battle Body Bead, and from Bai Meng’s words, he knew that the Demon Body had once been a part of him.

But setting aside the relationship between this life’s Xu Zimei and the Demon Lord for now,

there was a natural barrier between the Prison Suppressor Demon Body and himself.

After all, it was a foreign entity, not a part of his own self.

Only when it was purposefully activated could he use the power of the Prison Suppressor Demon Body.

But now, after the Demonic Qi from the axe had merged into Xu Zimei’s body,

he discovered that his connection with the Prison Suppressor Demon Body had become slightly closer.

Although this slight increase in connection was negligible,

what if there was more of this Demonic Qi?

Xu Zimei had an idea.

And more importantly, he had just seen some scenes flash before his eyes.

Intuition told Xu Zimei that the story in these images was related to the Demon Lord and the Demon Race.

That is to say, the very island he was on was also related to Demonic Skills.

......

With curiosity in his heart, Xu Zimei moved forward again.

As he went farther, Xu Zimei realized that there had apparently once been a great battle in this place.

Many deep pits had appeared all around.

Although many things had been buried over the long passage of time,

along the way, Xu Zimei also found some broken and damaged weapons.

The hidden Demonic Qi within them was absorbed by him.

The connection between himself and the Prison Suppressor Demon Body was getting tighter and tighter.

As he walked, suddenly Xu Zimei heard a hideous scream.

His gaze sharpened, he quickly dashed towards the direction of the scream.

Passing through layers of trees and numerous shrubs that blocked his way,

Xu Zimei observed the situation in front of him.

There was a disheveled person, dirty and wearing ragged clothes,

indistinguishable between man and woman, squatting over a corpse, gnawing at it.

The corpse had not been dead for long and should be from the same vessel as Xu Zimei was before.

Upon hearing the noise of Xu Zimei’s arrival, the disheveled person suddenly raised their head.

It was only then that Xu Zimei saw the person’s face clearly.

The flesh on its face had long since rotted away, the eyes, nose, ears, including the mouth, had all lost their shape.