I Truly Am The Villian

The might of the Melting Heaven Realm surged around him, and Mu Changge waved his hands, throwing out a point of light.

This light ascended into the midair and exploded there directly.

Half of the sky trembled, and Mu Changge clasped his hands in a seal, seemingly activating something.

After a long while, the light point in the sky began to expand, crushing the surrounding space.

"Activate the array," Mu Changge commanded with a light shout.

The Peak Masters of the Nine Veins each took out a token, and the moment the tokens lit up, the entire Nine Heavens Imperial Sect seemed to tremble.

A "rumbling" sound came from the mountaintop, as the Nine Skies Great Array was opened. The array gathered countless strands of Spiritual Energy from all directions, converging above the Great Dao Peak.

This was precisely the central location of the Nine Skies Great Array, where all the Spiritual Energy converged.

When the Spiritual Energy gathered at this place, it formed a storm that howled past like a rolling cloud.

The entire firmament was completely overtaken.

As the light point expanded to a certain domain, with a "boom," the entire firmament began to change.

In the line of sight, atop the firmament, a series of illusory images were drawn into the pupils.

Primordial forests, deserts, snow-capped mountains, monsters a hundred feet tall, and chilling screams.

One by one, the images began to emerge above, making the entire firmament seem void.

"This method is indeed interesting," Xu Zimei remarked with interest.

The images on the firmament seemed almost within reach.

In fact, Xu Zimei knew that the scenes they were seeing were millions of miles away.

They were but projections of the ancient ruins, and what was truly wondrous was that Mu Changge had opened a Spatial Gate within the Imperial Sect.

A gate that led into the ancient ruins, connecting two places separated by millions of miles.

One end of the Spatial Gate was in the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, and the other end must be within the ancient ruins.

"Gentlemen, please set off," Mu Changge said with a smile.

Xu Zimei, along with over a hundred others, rose through the air and entered the Spatial Gate.

After everyone’s figures had entered, Mu Changge waved his hand once more.

The Spatial Gate closed completely, and the images in the sky stabilized.

The picture now displayed the full view of the ancient ruins.

"This is the projection inside the ruins," Mu Changge explained with a smile, "Whatever they experience inside, their every move can be clearly seen by us on the outside."

"Who do you think can enter the Main Clan this time?" asked Peak Master Chang Qing of Divine Skies Peak with a smile.

The crowd took their seats on the already-prepared chairs nearby, and Peak Master Wang Yuntian of Green Skies Peak smiled.

He said, "The Imperial Heirs of each vein have the greatest hope, whether there will be a dark horse or not is unknowable."

"I think Great Skies Peak’s chances are rather slim this time, after all, their Imperial Heir is the weakest one," Qi Hai, Peak Master of Scenic Skies Peak, said with a laugh.

"It’s better not to jump to conclusions before the results are out," Lin Beisheng said indifferently,

"lest you end up slapping your own face."

"It seems that Peak Leader Lin is quite confident," Qi Hai said with a chuckle, dismissing the concern in his response.

"Do Elder Mu and Elder Qin have anyone they favor?" Wang Yuntian asked the two Elders of the Main Clan, smiling.

"We only look at the results, and don’t concern ourselves with the rest," Mu Changge said, contentedly watching the projection in the sky.

"Great Skies Peak hasn’t been performing for the last few sessions," Elder Qin said flatly.

Lin Beisheng felt embarrassed sitting beside him, yet he dared not retort.

Only he knew that Qin Hansheng bore a bias against his Great Skies lineage.

Thousands of years ago, when the Nine Skies Sage was nearing the end of life, he divided the Nine Skies Cultivation Technique into nine chapters and passed them to the Nine Veins.

Many years ago, Qin Hansheng came to the Sect wanting to peruse the Great Skies chapter of the Great Skies lineage, but how could the vital techniques of a lineage be casually viewed by others.

Therefore, when Lin Juemie decisively refused, no one had anticipated that this time the Elder from the Main Clan would be Qin Hansheng.

While chatting, everyone’s eyes remained fixated on the images above the firmament.

...…

After stepping through the Spatial Gate, Xu Zimei found himself surrounded by pitch darkness.

He was enveloped by a force of space, feeling somewhat weightless as he constantly jumped through space.

Travelling from one dimension to another.

After roughly fifteen minutes, Xu Zimei felt the force around him gradually weakening.

Then he completely lost control of his body and began to fall.

He hurriedly steadied himself and surveyed his surroundings.

He found himself on a vast plain with a few solitary trees scattered about.

There was no one to be seen for miles around.

Before Xu Zimei had a chance to take a closer look, a streak of lightning suddenly struck near him.

His figure flashed, narrowly dodging the lightning strike.

Where the lightning hit the ground, it blasted a large crater into the earth.

Suddenly, the lightning bolt came flying back even faster.

Xu Zimei reached out with both hands and caught the lightning in his grasp.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn’t lightning but a silver snake.

The little snake struggled violently, its body flickering with arcs of electricity.

Xu Zimei casually snuffed out the life of the little snake and looked up again to survey the area.

It seemed as though the ancient ruins contained a force that prohibited living beings from flying.

If Xu Zimei really wanted to resist this force that forbade flight, he would not find it impossible.

After all, with his Divine King strength, this place was no match for him.

Looking out from the hillside, the plain was vast and seemingly endless.

Far ahead, there was a forest with Sky-reaching Great Trees standing tall on this land.

According to the rules of this grand event, one must find the Nine Skies Token to enter the Main Clan.

Xu Zimei didn’t care about the Token, his priority was to deal with the people he needed to take care of.

He walked across the plains with a seemingly slow pace, but in reality, there was a chasm-like distance between each step.

In almost the blink of an eye, he was within the forest.

The forest seemed ancient, with nearly every tree thick enough to require several people to encircle it.

The branches were lush and intertwined.

There was no sun within this site, yet it was still bright and sunny.

At the entrance of the forest stood a stone stele.

The stele appeared to be newly erected, with only the words "Demon Mist Forest" inscribed on it.

Xu Zimei guessed that it must be a marker placed by the people from the Main Clan.

He closed his eyes slightly and his divine consciousness began to sweep slowly over the entire forest. As his divine consciousness expanded, the vast expanse of the Demon Mist Forest amazed him.

The forest seemed endless, allowing Xu Zimei’s divine consciousness to sink deep within it.

Xu Zimei didn’t dwell on it and entered the forest directly.

As soon as he walked into the forest, he sensed that something was amiss.

The view in front of him seemed to be obscured by mist; the scenes that were clear outside the forest became hazy inside of it.