I Truly Am The Villian

He watched as the man’s silhouette gradually dissipated like smoke and clouds.

Xu Zimei calmed his own emotions.

The boundless darkness around him also began to disperse.

His figure reappeared on the mountain peak outside the mural.

The mural, constructed from unknown materials, had completely shattered into dust.

A cool breeze blew over the mountain peak, carrying a hint of chill in the air.

Xu Zimei took a step into the void, leaving the mountain peak behind.

This incident had brought him significant insights, but it had also deepened his understanding of the Demon Lord.

He did not believe in fate.

Ever since he had founded the new era, he had been different from others.

His fate had always been firmly within his own grasp.

The mural atop the mountain seemed to be the core of this realm.

As the mural crumbled, so too did the space here, fragment by fragment.

In the end, the heavens collapsed, and the earth shook violently.

With a "crack," the entire space shattered like a broken mirror.

Completely pulverized.

Xu Zimei’s body returned to the doorway where he had first entered the Teleportation Array.

The Teleportation Array in front of him had also completely vanished.

Bai Meng waited respectfully by the side.

"What about the Demon Slave?" asked Xu Zimei.

"That was merely one of his obsessions; his true body died before the last epoch’s destruction," replied Bai Meng.

"With the collapse of this space, his obsession naturally dissipated."

"What exactly is the Demon Race?" Xu Zimei took a deep breath, gazed at the blood moon above, and whispered.

"We’re just resisting our own destinies," said Bai Meng matter-of-factly.

"It’s just that many people want us to be content with the status quo, to accept the judgment of our fates.

Ridiculous," he said.

Xu Zimei said no more, returning on the path he had come.

At this moment, the Bliss Country seemed extraordinarily tranquil.

In the corridor filled with Demonic Items, the blue-robed man who had led Xu Zimei here sat silently.

At the railing of the corridor, his figure merged with the boundless blood qi.

If one did not look closely, it was even a bit difficult to see.

The sound of light footsteps echoed through the silent corridor.

Xu Zimei walked forward, step by step, and asked the blue-robed man, "Who are you?"

"Name? It’s been so long, I’ve almost forgotten," said the man, shaking his head.

"Just call me the Master of Bliss!"

"What is your relationship with the Demon Race?" continued Xu Zimei.

"A promise, a promise I made to the Demon Lord," the Master of Bliss said with a smile.

"To find the next Demon Lord for him, and now that task is also considered complete."

"I want to know the purpose of this Bliss Country’s existence," Xu Zimei persisted.

If associated with the same era as the Demon Lord.

Then this Bliss Country must have originated from the Cosmos Ze Era.

How did they avoid the destruction of epochs and survive till now?

......

"Drunken dreams of life and death," laughed the Master of Bliss.

"A group of people who have no pursuit of mortal affairs, only wishing to spend the rest of their lives in the most enjoyable way.

They do not seek the pinnacle of martial arts, nor immortality through fate.

Only the meaning of living."

"What is the origin of this island?" asked Xu Zimei, puzzled.

Numerous islands like this floated on the surface of the Endless Heaven Sea.

It was a very, very long time ago.

If one really had to trace back the origin of the Floating Islands, it would probably be in the ancient Mythical Era.

Or even older, before the Yuan Central Continent had split into five pieces.

These Floating Islands had already existed.

The origins of the islands, the various ancient mysteries on them, remained unsolved.

What remains today is still shrouded in a mist-like mystery.

All indicating the extraordinary nature of these islands.

However, now, as for the origins of these islands, there isn’t a more unified answer.

"Strictly speaking, these islands do not belong to the Light Year Era," the Master of Bliss paused before explaining.

"In the distant past, when the Cosmos Ze Era met its destruction,

many ruins floated in the endless origin point.

Later, after the establishment of the Light Year Era, many of these ruins fell into the new epoch.

Those are what you refer to as the Floating Islands."

"The remnants of the Cosmos Ze Era, huh," Xu Zimei muttered softly.

The ancient era had already been destroyed, along with all its information.

If an existence from the same era had not told him this,

he believed no one would have thought of the Cosmos Ze Era.

"Well, now that you have obtained what is here, it is time to leave Bliss Country,"

said the Master of Bliss, shaking his head.

"This place only welcomes those who indulge in bliss, in endless joy.

And you, you have many more journeys to embark upon!"

As the Master of Bliss’s voice faded, the crimson around them began to recede.

The blood moon in the sky gradually lost its original brilliance.

The surrounding buildings also began to dissipate.

The palace, the corridors, including the Master of Bliss in front of him.

All vanished, making this entire experience seem like a dream.

When Xu Zimei came to his senses, he found himself standing in the small forest from before.

The sky had cleared up.

The long-missed sunlight shone upon the entire island, and the air was warm and gentle.

The leftovers of the campfire by his feet were still emitting a wisp of blue smoke.

Xu Zimei slightly lifted his head as a carriage brushed past him, trotting away into the distance.

The coachman was still chanting,

"Yellow Spring River, Higanbana,

On the Netherworld path, the ways to emptiness unfold.

........."

The evocative song gradually faded with the carriage, eventually disappearing from sight.

A smirk curled the corners of Xu Zimei’s mouth.

"This world is really getting more and more interesting!" he mused.

Just as he was thinking this, a monstrous roar suddenly sounded in the distance.

The roar was brutal, echoing through heaven and earth.

Just the sound alone shook the ground to the point of quaking.

Xu Zimei’s gaze sharpened as he stepped into the air.

He strode across the withered trees around him and leapt up towards the direction of the roar.

Layers of air waves rippled through the space in the distance.

Thunderous explosions rang out.

The surrounding trees collapsed, creating a vacuum in the area.

From afar, Xu Zimei could only see a massive figure howling up at the sky.

His figure sped forward, heading towards the immense shape.

When he arrived at the scene, it was a sight too ghastly to bear.

More than a dozen mangled corpses lay on the ground.

All around, numerous deep pits marked the land.

And at the very center, a massive monster roared ferociously.

Scores of people surrounded it, engaged in a deadly battle with the beast.

Although Xu Zimei couldn’t determine the creature’s realm,

its strength was immense, each swipe carried heaven-shaking power.

The people surrounding it stood little chance against even one of its punches.

Xu Zimei surveyed the scene and realized it was a type of creature he had never seen before,

neither in reality nor in legends did such a creature exist.

The beast’s body was a dark purple-brown,

and it had a pair of wings on its back large enough to blot out the sun and sky.