I Truly Am The Villian

The gates were slowly opened amidst a thunderous roar.

First, two enormous shadows were reflected in the swirling mystical fog.

Everyone looked up, only to see two giant exotic beasts walking out, the ground trembling in their wake.

Both beasts were a hundred meters in length, their necks stretching at least fifty meters.

Their forms were bizarre, with heads that resembled those of the Dragon Clan.

Each had two horns atop their head, mouths gaping with ferocity, and eyes as small as beans.

Below their necks, their bodies were incredibly plump.

Sharp barbs covered their skin, and their bodies were clad in scale-like armor.

"Different Teeth Beasts," Chief Shuo said indifferently.

"Do you recognize them?" Xu Zimei asked.

"How could I not recognize them? They were part of the forces that defeated our Form Blood Clan at the hands of the Holy Master."

Chief Shuo spoke with bitterness, "Otherwise, our entire clan would not have been sealed away."

"Do you still harbor hatred?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.

"I dare not, but it is still painful," Chief Shuo sighed.

"There are things, I know, you cannot understand or feel as I do, but the resentment lingers.

It’s just resentment, nothing more."

The two Different Teeth Beasts, gazing over the people, spoke in a human tongue.

"Human, have you come to claim the legacy of the Ancient Heavenly Court?"

"Having acquired the True Divine Sword, naturally, I came to have a look," Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

"Then how can you mingle with these Form Blood Beasts?" the Different Teeth Beast snorted.

"They are all sinners."

"So if I don’t associate with them, you won’t stop me?" Xu Zimei inquired.

"That won’t do, you must defeat us to enter," the Different Teeth Beast said shaking its head.

"Then spare me the talk," Xu Zimei exclaimed.

He commanded, "Attack."

"You three, hold off those two, that shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

"Leave it to us," Chief Shuo nodded.

The might of those approaching Half-Step Nirvana Void exploded into the firmament.

It seemed as though years of pent-up resentment also burst forth at that moment.

The three from the Form Blood Clan went all out in their assault on the two Different Teeth Beasts.

Enraged, the Different Teeth Beasts were surrounded by a tempest, their tremendous beastly aura enveloping the entire palace.

In the mist entwined battle, the two Different Teeth Beasts also engaged in the fight.

Such area-wide disturbance was something even Xu Zimei dared not get too close to.

The Nirvana Void Realm, or even the Half-Step Nirvana Void, was far beyond his reach.

The battle was heaven-shaking, shaking the entire palace to its core.

It was as if the many years of silence and tranquility had finally been shattered.

On the Form Blood Beast side, they no longer maintained their human forms but transformed into giant beasts of great height and length.

Several giant beasts fought fiercely amongst themselves, and during a brief lull, Xu Zimei surged into the palace.

The two Different Teeth Beasts roared in anger, but to no avail.

The three Form Blood Beasts desperately blocked them.

...

The ground and surroundings were all shrouded in a hazy mystical fog.

Directly in front of him stood a series of majestic halls, as if hidden among the clouds.

Each hall was different from the next.

Some exuded streams of purple radiance, hanging across three thousand miles of the firmament.

Some were surrounded by chilling ice, mist rising as if a thousand-mile-long river of ice approached.

There were also those encircled by exotic beasts, with Azure Dragons and White Tigers, their roars and cries filling the air, a myriad of beasts galloping around.

Each great hall had its own unique atmosphere, and Xu Zimei chose the most vast and also the largest one to approach.

"Float Slaughtering Hall" the three big characters gradually gleamed, hanging on the golden plaque above.

He placed his hands on the doors of the great hall, and pushed hard to open them.

As the "boom boom" sound of the doors opening arose, the scene inside also slowly came into view for Xu Zimei.

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At the foremost position sat a golden-yellow throne.

The throne was made of an unknown material, with the shape of nine dragons spewing pearls at its back.

The entire throne was simple, yet imposing; beneath it flowed the Earthspring Gold Fountain, its rich Spiritual Energy gradually reviving.

The whole hall was empty, aside from the throne there appeared to be nothing at all.

It seemed that a painting hung on the adjacent wall.

A rolled-up painting.

Xu Zimei looked around and eventually still came before the painting scroll.

He reached out, gently undoing the rope of the painting, and with a "whoosh" sound, the entire painting unfolded and fell open.

Before he could make out the content of the painting, a flash of white light appeared, and the Spiritual Energy in front of him surged violently.

A man’s shadowy figure walked out from within the painting.

The man had his hands clasped behind his back, his hair and beard both white, wearing a magnificent robe embroidered with flowing cloud patterns.

His expression was gentle, and his face bore a faint smile.

If one disregarded other factors and judged merely by appearance, this man resembled a refined gentleman of a muddied world.

His features were slightly delicate.

Xu Zimei watched the man, and the man in the robe also gazed back at him.

"Successor, welcome to the Ancient Heavenly Court," the man said with a light chuckle.

"Who are you?" Xu Zimei asked in surprise.

"A Holy Master?"

"No, I am just an administrator of the Ancient Heavenly Court, nothing but a persistent thought," the man said, shaking his head.

"According to the instructions left by the Holy Master, anyone who holds the True Divine Sword is qualified to inherit this Ancient Heavenly Court."

"Then where is the Holy Master?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.

The robed man pointed upwards, smiling without saying a word.

"Heaven Beyond Heavens?" Xu Zimei pondered for a moment, then understood.

He said, "What’s left of the Ancient Heavenly Court now?"

"Everyone has ascended, this place is like a castle in the sky, barely a tenth remains," the robed man said truthfully.

"Then what use would I have for this Ancient Heavenly Court?" Xu Zimei inquired.

"To revive the prestige of the original Heavenly Court, to command Yuan Central, to be the recognized master of the entire Continent," the robed man replied with a smile.

"Not interested," Xu Zimei immediately lost interest and waved his hand dismissively.

"The Holy Master ascended to the Upper Realm, but he once came down again," the robed man continued.

"He left behind a great hall, specifically for the successor."

"Can I take a look?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Of course, you can go anywhere in the vast Ancient Heavenly Court," the robed man nodded.

He extended his right hand, and the void in front of them began to undulate.

Xu Zimei felt a pulling force, and his entire person was swallowed by space.

When he regained his senses, he had already appeared in another void.

In front of him stood a somewhat rustic great hall.

It was jet black, and aside from that, there was nothing remarkable about the hall.

Beside him, there was a well.

The vast expanse of immortal mist was emanating from this well.

Xu Zimei took step by step forward, until he was in front of the black hall.

He hadn’t even touched it when the doors of the hall opened automatically.

He looked up and saw the space inside was not large, only containing a wooden rack.