I Truly Am The Villian

"So no matter how you put it, the Sect Gate is like half a home to you, as you’ve grown up in the True Martial Holy Sect," said the Heavenly Curtain War God.

"I’m not trying to play on your emotions; I’m just stating facts. Sect Master Xiao may not be fit for a chaotic era of heroes, but in times of peace, he’s quite a capable official."

"What does the Great Ancestor want from me?" Xu Zimei lifted her head and asked directly.

"This time going to the Slaying Immortal Sect, count True Martial Holy Sect as having a share," the Heavenly Curtain War God said.

"I’ll also have the opportunity to meet with a few old friends."

"Since the Great Ancestor has swallowed pride to ask me, naturally, I cannot refuse," Xu Zimei nodded.

"I just hope some things won’t happen a second time."

"That’s good," replied the Heavenly Curtain War God: "I will speak to Sect Master Xiao about this, and you should not take the other members of the Sect Gate to heart.

To tell you the truth, you’ve kept such a low profile, who would have thought that a Great Emperor is already among us before Destiny is even contested."

"The Divine Emperor is different," Xu Zimei shook her head lightly.

After a few more brief exchanges, the Heavenly Curtain War God left.

Leaving only Xu Zimei lying on a chair, merging with the darkness.

The sky gradually brightened,

and the heavens seemed to become gloomy, with a fine, silent rain falling down, chilling to the bone when droplets touched the skin.

Xu Zimei called in her serving girls Chun Xiao and Xia Qiu and ordered: "Tell the Holy Sect, I’m leaving, they should also prepare themselves."

Then he called Lin Ruhu and Xiao Guizi, riding upon the massive body of Chaos, their figures slowly disappearing into the distance.

...

Immortal City, the main city of the Slaying Immortal Sect.

This is a city steeped in the long river of history, swearing to exist eternally.

Simply because standing behind it is the Slaying Immortal Sect of the Five Emperors.

Shrouded in a veil of fog, from a distance, it looks like Immortal Qi billows, with mountains and ridges appearing to evolve within the mist.

The entire city is both ancient and full of Immortal charm, even revered by some as the sacred city of the Supreme Domain.

The rain continued to fall in a fine and hazy stream.

With the misty, cyan-colored sky, passersby rushed by, and everything seemed just at dawn.

For the residents of Immortal City, this is just an ordinary day.

Although there have been ongoing discussions in taverns and tea houses about the news from Hundreds Miles City, most people still did not take it to heart.

Because this is the Immortal City, they know, no one dares to offend this place.

A sect with Five Emperors, they have shone throughout one era after another.

"Uncle Wang, get me a filled pie," someone shouted in the middle of the street.

"It’s raining; bring it over to me."

The vendor named Uncle Wang had just wrapped up a steaming hot pie in paper when suddenly he noticed the wok in front of him beginning to shake.

The oil on its surface started to bubble more violently, boiling over.

He seemed to sense something and looked up in horror, only to find that at some unknown point, the sky had filled with dense silhouettes of people.

There were beings from the Ancient Nether and Divine Gate of the Old Land.

Regardless of their strength, they had come out in droves.

"Uncle Wang, what are you dazed about?" The voice of a regular customer still called out from across the street.

But the vendor no longer had any thought to sell, only a feeling that the sky was about to collapse.

"Where is the Immortal City Lord?" A vast voice, like a thunderbolt, exploded above the firmament.

Like thunder arising from dewy autumn, it rolled down, carrying an overwhelming pressure and unstoppable momentum.

A few seconds after the voice fell, a figure slowly emerged from the City Lord Mansion.

"Immortal City Lord Mu Chengmiao greets all the distinguished guests."

This figure lifted his head with a calm gaze in response.

"I and the others are here on the orders of our superior to encircle and suppress the Slaying Immortal Sect, do you have the people of the Slaying Immortal Sect here?" the voice from the firmament asked again.

Although the voice was like thunder, causing people’s scalps to tingle.

But Mu Chengmiao still mustered his courage and managed a wry smile: "The position of City Lord was conferred upon me by the Slaying Immortal Sect. The Immortal Sect has instructed me to pass on a message, if you all wish to come, you may proceed to the Immortal Mountain up ahead, where they will be waiting for you."

Hearing Mu Chengmiao’s words, the entity above remained silent.

After a long while, a Heaven Shaking might descended.

The might enveloped the entire Immortal City.

Mu Chengmiao only felt as if every bone in his body was going to shatter under this might, his blood flowing in reverse, his face deathly pale.

After struggling to withstand it for a short time, he ultimately knelt on the ground.

At this moment, not only he, but almost everyone from the Slaying Immortal Sect also knelt in worship when this might descended.

People looked up in terror, but they could see nothing clear, only feeling a surge of imperial authority rising mightily.

As if challenging the deity for supremacy.

"To the Immortal Mountain," the voice from above commanded, and all the figures departed, stepping through the void toward the direction right in front of Immortal City.

Only after all the presences had left, did Mu Chengmiao feel the oppressive might relent, easing his entire body.

He tried to stand, but his knees had been crushed the moment he knelt.

No longer able to forcibly stand.

He looked up, "It has changed, a shift in the heavens has occurred."

......…

In April, the Immortal Mountain was adorned with brocade, a tapestry of clouds and mist painting the scenery.

The Kylin’s back cracked with inscriptions, branches beneath the Qiulong dragon’s scales lay snapped.

Deities floated in the clouds, and for the first time, Immortals arrived on the backs of cranes.

This was the visage of Immortal Mountain.

Enshrouded in Immortal fog, this behemoth of a force that boasted five emperors,

Esteemed as one of the strongest powers on the Yuan Central Continent, had for countless eons, lain dormant within Immortal Mountain.

Approaching from afar, one steps into the mist, greeted by a vast expanse of whiteness.

Moving forward, the silhouettes of Immortal Mountain begin to come into view.

The Kylins transformed into immortal stones, and the Qiulong dragons seemed like Immortal Trees.

The height of this Immortal Mountain was immeasurable, with tens of millions of meters being no exaggeration.

At the summit, one might try to match its unparalleled height.

You cannot see the inside of this Immortal Mountain, for it is too grand, with Divine Beasts turned to stone, turned to trees.

Clear waterfalls fall from the high peak, traversing a height of millions of meters, continuously from the top of Immortal Mountain to the base.

The waterfall, like the Milky Way, with splashing water droplets, created an extraordinary scene.

Bizarre rocks stood ruggedly, trees provided shade, and fragrant flowers bloomed in abundance.

The Essence of the Moon flowed amongst all things, with magnificent Jade Towers that seemed almost like towers in Immortal Palaces, with various structures standing tall from the ground.

Disciples wore wide robes, some grey, some white, and some purple.

The styles were the same, only the colors varied.

The wide robes billowed with an air of grandeur.

Phoenixes soared, ancient beasts sang softly, weird peaks arrayed like the stars in the heavens.

Ever since the Ancient Nether clan and the Divine Gate arrived, even if their influence had grown akin to that of Imperial Rule Immortal Sect,

But upon seeing the scenery of Immortal Mountain, they couldn’t help but be awestruck.

Compared to their Sect Gates, the difference was as vast as that between heaven and earth.

Here it is almost like an earthly paradise, like palaces in the heavens, too beautiful to absorb, yet giving off an ephemeral sense.

As if it only existed in dreams.

After everyone arrived, they did not make any rash moves.

Leading them, King Qinyou sat cross-legged in the void, simply closing his eyes to meditate.

He seemed in no rush.

Suddenly, a dense crowd appeared suspended over Immortal Mountain.

Some people approached King Qinyou.