I Truly Am The Villian

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This is a place nearly consumed by Demon Flame.

The world is vast and immeasurable, spanning tens of thousands of miles, all shrouded in a surging Demonic Qi.

There is nothing in this world.

Besides the Demonic Qi, there is only a mountain straight ahead.

At the foot of the mountain, fierce Demon Flames burn, turning the entire firmament crimson.

The mountains are steep, with rugged rocks protruding sharply.

Atop the mountain stands a person.

A figure with their back turned, their black robe dancing chaotically with the Demon Flames as if possessed by demons and monsters.

With the arrival of Xu Zimei, the man slowly turned around.

"I’ve been waiting for someone!"

His face was covered in Demon Seals, especially those eyes burning with Demon Flame.

They seemed to contain an unspeakable terror.

His body wasn’t tall, but it exuded a grandeur.

The kind that seems to hold up the heavens and tread upon the galaxy.

"Is it you?" the man on the mountain asked Zimo, as if suddenly waking from a dream.

"My Lord, how long has it been.

I don’t know how long I’ve waited.

This charred body has been burned by the raging fire.

You’re finally here."

"Demon Slave?" Bai Meng emerged from the void and asked indifferently.

"So it’s the Seventh War General," the man on the mountain greeted.

"Who is he?" Zimo asked, puzzled.

"Your former servant," Bai Meng replied respectfully.

"What’s the matter?" Zimo looked at the man on the mountain and asked.

"Why are you waiting for me here?"

"My Lord, there is something that the past you left for the present you,

I’ve been waiting for you to come and take it," the Demon Slave quickly responded.

"What is it?" Zimo inquired.

The Demon Slave glanced at Bai Meng and then bowed slightly, speaking respectfully.

"Seventh War General, perhaps we should step outside first.

Let the Lord retrieve that item by himself."

Bai Meng nodded and exchanged a look with Zimo.

Then, together with the Demon Slave, he ascended into the sky and left this realm.

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Only after the two left did Zimo begin to observe this world.

He felt a familiar sensation from the Demonic Qi here.

It was as though he was a fish returning to water.

He set foot on the peak of the mountain and quickly made his way to the top.

The endless Demonic Qi swirled around his feet.

Pieces of rock tumbled down.

When Zimo reached the summit, he discovered numerous murals laid out.

These murals had been here for an untold number of years.

Connected together, they seemed to tell an ancient story.

As Zimo concentrated his mind and looked intently at the murals.

He found his consciousness being drawn into the world of the murals.

The view before his eyes began to change.

The sky was blood-red!

The land below was ablaze with the fires of war.

There stood a man in battle armor at the pinnacle of the mountain.

He held the sun and moon in his hands, his feet upon the galaxy.

His entire body bathed in blood.

If one looked closely, they would see that the mountain beneath his feet was actually made of corpses.

It was a mountain formed from a pile of bodies.

Screams and gloom shrouded the world.

Death and slaughter beat the drums of war.

People surrounded the mountain of corpses, glaring with furious eyes and bulging veins.

"Demon, you never thought this day would come for you!"

Someone laughed heartily.

"Come down and face your end, stop your futile resistance.

We might yet let you die swiftly."

"You always defied the heavens, now you’ve reaped Heavenly Dao’s retribution!"

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"Those abandoned by the heavens are destined to ebb and flow through generations, yet you always think of rebelling."

"Changing fate is simply laughably unselfaware."

Listening to the everyone below clamoring with accusations.

The man atop the mountain slowly lifted his head.

His face was clearly visible, but Xu Zimei just couldn’t make it out, no matter how hard he looked.

It was as if there was always a mist obscuring him.

Xu Zimei stood midair, clearly observing the scene below.

But he couldn’t move; he could do nothing at all.

He could only watch as a bystander.

At this moment, the man slowly stood up, and it was hard for people to imagine the severity of wounds beneath his battle robe.

As he stood, the crowd surrounding him subconsciously took two steps back.

The man slowly lifted his head, and at this moment, Xu Zimei finally saw his face clearly.

"How can this be," Xu Zimei’s complexion changed drastically.

He stood in disbelief, shaking his head repeatedly.

The man looked exactly like him.

He was completely dumbstruck.

The same face, the two of them seemed as if carved from the same mold.

"You’ve come!"

At this moment, the surrounding scene seemed to freeze, everything.

The drifting scent of blood,

The wails from the mountain-like pile of bones underfoot,

The occasional gust of wind in the sky,

The morning mist in the distance,

The accusations from the people nearby.

Everything, time and space, all came to a halt.

Only the man on the mountain top silently raised his head, indifferently looking at Xu Zimei.

That gaze of ten thousand years, as if it pierced through several ancient epochs.

Layer upon layer of void and endless cycles of time ceaselessly revolving.

With an imperious force, he locked eyes with Xu Zimei.

An indescribable and ineffable emotion.

Xu Zimei couldn’t put his current emotions into words.

He felt as if he were looking into a mirror, the person inside both strange and familiar.

He opened his mouth, wanting to voice the doubts in his heart.

But the man on the mountain seemed to know his questions, preempting him.

Shaking his head, he said, "I know what you want to ask.

Don’t rush, just keep walking like this.

One day, you will find your answers."

"What are you trying to do?" Xu Zimei steadied his emotions and inquired.

"I’m giving you what should have been yours," the man replied.

"What thing?" Xu Zimei was puzzled.

The man slowly raised his head, his gaze reaching for the firmament above.

At this moment, a heaven-reaching aura emanated from him.

The once-frozen space around them resumed its previous calm.

The people continued their loud and tumultuous accusations.

And the battle robe behind the man flared up with boundless ripples as the mad wind blew.

Holding the ancient divine weapon Sky Piercer, he walked step by step toward the base of Bone Mountain.

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"I have lived through countless epochs since ancient times.

I have witnessed the rise and fall of many epic histories.

What is a demon?

It seems to have been branded with evil by man long ago.

In this world, there was no word for demon, nor was there a race of demons.

It was just the turbid people who self-righteously labeled those abandoned by the heavens.

After wandering through several epochs, I integrated everything I saw, heard, and knew.

I comprehended a set of martial techniques.

I named it ’Demonic Skills’!

Let those who fancy themselves extraordinary see what true demons should be like!"

The man spoke step by step as he descended the mountain.

With every sentence he uttered, it rang with force.

With each step he took, his aura grew more formidable.

A supreme might, carrying the ancient Demonic Qi, pierced through the heavens and earth, creating a vast chasm.