I Really Am A Villain

Though the World Tree was only a sapling, the life force emanating from it was incomparably pure, powerful enough to counter even the Flower of Death.

Xu Zimo placed the World Tree beside the Flower of Death. Instantly, the auras of life and death collided, opposing one another in a fierce balance.

But Xu Zimo knew this could not last long. The World Tree was still young; if the struggle dragged on, it could easily damage its origin.

Taking advantage of the moment while the World Tree held the Flower of Death in check, Xu Zimo wrapped his right hand with the Power of Creation of the God World and lunged toward the true Flower of Death.

The instant his hands grasped it, the Flower of Death resisted violently. Xu Zimo frowned, then exerted all his strength and wrenched it from the ground.

Though the flower itself wasn’t large, its roots stretched dozens of meters deep. Billions of Power Vortexes within Xu Zimo’s body spun madly, his strength surging through every muscle and organ. The earth beneath him cracked apart in countless fissures.

The Flower of Death was torn free by sheer brute force. Yet even then, it remained vicious, still entangled with the World Tree, refusing to let go.

Seeing this, Xu Zimo could no longer care about anything else. He threw both the Flower of Death and the World Tree into the God World, deciding to deal with them later.

He then looked around. Without the true Flower of Death to lead them, the rest of the Flower of Deaths grew disordered, like dragons without a head.

Xu Zimo shifted his control to the Primal Dao of Life, merging himself with the Tree of Life.

“Let me lend you a hand!” shouted the tree spirit nearby.

An overwhelming surge of life energy descended upon Xu Zimo, forming a pillar of radiant light that pierced the heavens, parting the clouds and dispelling death itself.

Petals from the Tree of Life rained down through the sky, carrying the power of renewal and hope.

Below, the countless Flowers of Death began to wither visibly.

A rain of life descended; a storm of death receded.

Such was the eternal cycle of existence, life and death, beginning and ending, over and over again.

As the Flowers of Death decayed into dust, the entire city became littered with their corpses.

The long-dead city of Sunflower seemed, for the first time, to breathe again. Yet the revival was short-lived, merely a final flash of light before true extinction.

“Thank you for accompanying me on this last journey of life,” the tree spirit said with a faint smile.

Though its life force was fading fast and its body was beginning to dissolve, the spirit still looked content.

The Flowers of Death that had tormented it for countless years were finally destroyed. Its vengeance was fulfilled.

“When I die,” said the tree spirit, “this city will lose its sustaining power. The inner world here will crumble.” He paused, then added solemnly, “Be cautious in all that you do, never let yourself become a slave to your emotions.”

As his voice faded, the very world began to fracture.

Cracks spread across the sky and the ground alike, webbing through all of existence.

Then came a deafening boom, the inner world shattered completely.

Xu Zimo’s body was lifted into the air, rising amid the chaos of collapse.

The colossal tree that had supported Sunflower City toppled forward, crashing into the void.

When the light dimmed, Xu Zimo found himself once again standing in the ruins of the outer city. Xie Changliu was beside him.

“Where did you just go?” Xie Changliu asked anxiously.

“Took one hell of a trip through Sunflower City,” Xu Zimo replied with a faint smile.

Before Xie Changliu could say more, the ground beneath them began to spin.

The Twenty-Four Directional Heaven Formation was unraveling. From this point on, the world would no longer contain Sunflower City.

As the formation faded, the ruins before them vanished, and in their place appeared countless figures from both the Spectral Ghost and Primal God Races.

Everyone froze in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Even those who had been locked in fierce battle stopped fighting.

“What’s going on?” someone murmured.

“This formation, put simply, is an illusion,” another explained. “Everyone was actually right here the whole time; you just couldn’t see them.”

Looking around, one could see that the outer world was not vast, full of exits leading out, yet invisible to those trapped within.

Such was the power of the Twenty-Four Directional Heaven Formation. It concealed the heavenly secrets themselves, turning reality into a mirage.

“The one who set this up must have been an extraordinary sage,” someone remarked in awe.

But admiration quickly gave way to tension.

As both sides recovered from their shock, the Primal God and Spectral Ghost Races separated once more, facing each other in grim hostility.

The sixteen Ghost Monarchs and sixteen God Generals stood opposite one another, battle a breath away.

“Weren’t we told the Flower of Death was here?” one of the God Generals, Bright-Blight, said coldly. “Why do we see nothing?”

“The sudden collapse of the formation… someone must have taken it already,” another divine warrior reasoned.

At that, both sides grew wary, each suspecting the other of claiming the inheritance.

Xu Zimo had no interest in joining the coming conflict. He had already obtained the inheritance, there was nothing more to gain.

Just as he prepared to slip away with Xie Changliu, the sky above turned blood-red.

“That’s…” Xie Changliu muttered after a long silence, his expression grave. “The Abyssal Tyrant.”

“Tch. Persistent bastard,” Xu Zimo said, shaking his head slightly.

The change in the heavens also drew the attention of both God and Ghost armies.

The Abyssal Tyrant’s aura had grown far stronger since their last encounter, he had now ascended into a Creation God.

In the hierarchy of the Saint Sovereign Realm, the five stages were as follows.

Supreme Giant, Chaos Primordial, Eternal Overlord, Creation God, and finally, Sage Monarch.

A Creation God was the second highest tier of a Saint Sovereign.

When he had first emerged, the Abyssal Tyrant had not been nearly this powerful. Now, he had reached his peak.

A blood-red figure swept across the heavens, its gaze sweeping over countless divine and ghostly warriors before locking instantly onto Xu Zimo.

“Why aren’t you running this time?” the Abyssal Tyrant said with a cruel smile.

“Why should I run?” Xu Zimo shot back. “With so many allies around, what’s there to fear?”

“Who are you?” one of the Ghost Monarchs demanded, stepping forward to confront the blood-red figure.

Though the Abyssal Tyrant’s aura was terrifying, the Spectral Ghost Race’s pride did not permit fear.

It was always others who trembled before them.

“Silence, insect,” the Abyssal Tyrant sneered.

He flicked his finger, and a wave of demonic cloud surged forth like thunder, crashing straight into the Ghost Monarch’s chest.

A scream tore through the air as the Ghost Monarch’s chest split open, dark ghostly energy pouring out like smoke.

The Spectral Ghost Race’s army recoiled in horror.

The man was too savage, he had struck down a Ghost Monarch without a word.