I Truly Am The Villian

Because Xu Zimei was in the outside world, she couldn’t pay attention to the Divine Continent every single moment.

Therefore, for a long time, Bai Meng cooperated with the Heavenly Dao to jointly manage the Divine Continent.

"There are basically no abnormalities," Bai Meng said.

"However, there is one thing that needs to be noted."

"What is it?" Xu Zimei asked.

"You know, after all things are born, aptitude and talent vary greatly.

Some are born extraordinary, cultivating at a remarkably fast speed.

Currently, the strongest on the Continent have already cultivated to the Emperor Pulse Realm," Bai Meng said.

"Your cultivation is only at the Divine Vein Realm, this world absolutely cannot allow the existence of someone stronger than you.

Otherwise, they would soon break through the Spatial Wall and escape from the Divine Continent."

Hearing Bai Meng’s words, Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

Those words were indeed true, she was the true master of the Divine Continent.

Everything in the world was closely related to her.

The better the Divine Continent developed, the stronger the feedback power she received.

The Divine Continent affected her, but to some extent, she also influenced the Divine Continent.

If someone cultivated to the Divine Vein Realm and wanted to step further, they could very likely reach the apex of this world.

And uncover the truth of the Divine Continent.

"Let’s do this, have the Heavenly Dao set up a Heavenly Tribulation, anyone wanting to step from the Divine Vein into the Immortal Path must undergo the Heavenly Tribulation," Xu Zimei said.

"Before I bear the Destiny, they are not allowed to cross the tribulation.

However, considering the timing, everything is close at hand, there’s no need to worry about this."

Bai Meng nodded slightly.

...

After touring the Divine Continent and ensuring that everything was normal, Xu Zimei then left.

Her greatest reliance now was not her rebirth, nor her status as the Demon Lord, but the world inside her body.

A world intact, which in the future could even rival the Yuan Central Continent and the Heaven Beyond Heavens.

Her current plan was to set up a Heavenly Tribulation starting from the Divine Vein Realm.

After passing the Heavenly Tribulation, one could then ascend.

Just like the Heaven Beyond Heavens above the Yuan Central Continent, another world would be established above the Divine Continent.

Clear hierarchy, with a certain system in place.

However, this plan could not yet be achieved; she had to wait until she bore the Destiny.

On stepping out from the Divine Continent, a thunderclap outside startled Xu Zimei awake.

It had already reached the afternoon.

The densely packed dark clouds in the sky finally burst into thunder and lightning, and a heavy downpour cascaded outside, as if someone were pouring water from a basin.

The yard was situated lower and many places even started to accumulate little puddles.

Han Yanrou, holding an umbrella, bustled anxiously around the yard, checking whether the drains were blocked to prevent the rainwater from spreading into the rooms.

"Xiaorou, come here," Xu Zimei waved her hand and called out.

"Zimo brother, why did you come out?" Han Yanrou hurried over.

Despite the umbrella, her white shirt was still soaked by the rain.

The wet locks of hair on her forehead stuck to her cheeks, her eyes pitifully charming.

"Be careful not to catch a cold," Xu Zimei smiled and said.

"It’s nothing. I’m worried that the rainwater will flood into the rooms," Han Yanrou shook her head and said.

"Have you been cultivating?" Xu Zimei looked at Han Yanrou and asked.

"No, father and uncle won’t let me cultivate," Han Yanrou shook her head and said.

"They say cultivating is too arduous, fraught with dangers.

They told me to just live an ordinary life and that would be enough."

"Watch carefully," Xu Zimei smiled, slowly extended her right hand, and spiritual energy surged within her palm.

The rain that fell from the sky had unexpectedly come to a complete halt.

With another gesture of his right hand, Xu Zimei gathered the rainwater, forming a broad river.

As Xu Zimei waved his right hand, the river began to flow through the void.

It eventually became a painting.

In the painting, a young girl holding an umbrella, lifting the hem of her trousers, carefully ran through the rain.

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"Does it look nice?" Zimei asked.

"Uh-huh," Han Yanrou nodded vigorously.

When she looked up at Xu Zimei, her eyes brimmed with tender emotions.

But as Zimei turned his head toward her, she quickly lowered hers again.

Once Xu Zimei’s hand fell, the space around them returned to normal, and the rainwater hit the ground, flowing orderly along the drainage toward the outside.

As the rainwater hit the ground, it instantly formed a series of transparent bubbles.

"Zimo brother, do you know what my childhood wish was?"

Han Yanrou smiled as she watched the bubbles, "Back then, I wanted to make a necklace out of bubbles.

Thread them all together with a needle and string, but unfortunately, they would burst upon touch every time."

Xu Zimei just smiled.

"Zimo brother, what’s your dream?" Han Yanrou turned her head and asked, curious.

"As for dreams, I’ve never thought about it," Zimei replied.

"Ever since I was born, I’ve carried a lot with me, and I can only walk forward without looking back, without a path to return to."

"Just wait a moment," Han Yanrou said and then ran toward her own room.

In a short while, she came running back, apparently holding something in her hand.

"Here," Han Yanrou handed what she held in front of Xu Zimei.

It was a red sachet.

It had a very faint scent, and the image of a bird was drawn on the front.

The moment she handed over the sachet, Han Yanrou’s hands trembled slightly, and even her cheeks were flushed red.

"What’s wrong?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"This sachet symbolizes safety. Keep it with you, and no matter where you are, I’ll pray for you," Han Yanrou said bravely.

Seeing the sachet in her hand, Xu Zimei fell silent.

Even if he was naive, he realized something.

There’s a legend about a type of bird called the mandarin duck, which always appears in pairs.

People often use them to describe unswerving love.

The male bird is called "Yuan," and the female bird, "Yang."

The bird on this sachet was clearly a Yuan.

"You don’t have to be uncomfortable, I didn’t mean anything else," Han Yanrou said with a light laugh.

"It’s just, it’s just...," she stammered and then suddenly choked up, unable to find the words.

"Xiaorou, why are you guys standing in the rain out here?" At that moment, Han Shengxiao and his brother arrived back from outside.

The rain was heavy, and as the two stood under the eaves, they took off their coats and wrung them out, making the water splash.

Han Yanrou quickly tucked the sachet away and shook her head with a smile, "Zimo brother and I were simply enjoying the rain."

"What’s there to enjoy about the rain?" Han Shengtao slapped his thigh and smiled at Xu Zimei.

"Good news, we ran into a merchant caravan during our outing today.

They’re heading to the Dark Kingdom and just so happen to be stopping in the village for the night because of the heavy rain.

They’ve agreed to take you with them when they depart tomorrow."

Out of sight, Han Yanrou’s complexion turned ashen in an instant.

"Then I must trouble Brother Han," Xu Zimei smiled.

"Rest up early, make sure you’re well-rested for tomorrow," Han Shengxiao also said with a smile.