I Really Am A Villain

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“If anyone breaks the rules, I will show no mercy.”

All the surrounding Ancient Demons fell silent at once.

Demonic Sound Emperor’s gaze swept across the group before he finally nodded in satisfaction. Then, with a wave of his hand, something like a gate of the void opened. The infernal energy above began to churn violently, and from within it descended a ray of light. Where the light shone, a vast, undulating black avenue stretched into existence.

The avenue was pitch-black, and so was the surrounding void. The space around it rippled and began to collapse; within the cracks, the silhouettes of Ancient Demons started to appear, ferocious, twisted figures baring their claws and teeth.

“Everyone, please enter,” Demonic Sound Emperor said.

Groups of five began to rush toward the gate of illusion.

“Let’s hold hands. That way, we’ll be transmitted together,” Wang Lin said, clearly having done his research.

The others agreed. Each grasped another’s hand, and together they stepped into the void gate.

The sensation was different from traversing the normal void, it was gentle, like being submerged in a vast ocean. Waves brushed softly against their palms, and the feeling was oddly comforting.

The next moment, their vision blurred, and Xu Zimo and the others found themselves standing on solid ground once more.

No sooner had they arrived than a demon lunged at them.

Xu Jiama reacted swiftly, cutting the creature down in one stroke.

Only then did they begin to look around.

Though they had prepared for this journey, this was the first time any of them had actually entered this place.

The avenue beneath their feet was broad, nearly a thousand meters wide, and stretched beyond the horizon. Just as Wang Lin had said, no one had ever reached its end.

The surrounding void was a boundless black nothingness, like the open jaws of a giant beast silently roaring, ready to devour all things.

Xu Zimo crouched and gently touched the surface of the demonic path.

Closing his eyes, he felt the faint resonance of Primal Daos embedded within it.

“This Malevolent Demon must have been a Saint Sovereign in life,” he murmured. “Otherwise, he could never have grasped the power of Primal Daos.” He concentrated further. “Two kinds of Primal Daos, the Void Primal Dao and the Demonic Primal Dao. Interesting. Seems he was quite the character.”

To comprehend two Primal Daos at once, this was no ordinary being.

“How do we find the inheritance?” Xu Zimo turned to the others.

“Just keep walking along the demonic path,” Wang Lin said. “If we’re lucky, we’ll encounter it.”

“That sounds no different from wandering blindly,” Xu Zimo replied.

“We don’t have much choice,” Xu Jiama said helplessly. “The Ancient Demon Road isn’t like other inheritance grounds. If we had a better way, we’d have tried it long ago.”

“You’re in luck,” Xu Zimo said. “I have something that can search for hidden things. Let me try.”

He took out the Traceless Compass.

“Brother, you can divine with that?” Wang Lin asked, surprised and delighted.

Xu Zimo nodded slightly. In truth, he wasn’t interested in this so-called inheritance at all. He had come only to befriend lower-ranking Ancient Demons and learn what they thought of the current state of their race.

The compass floated above his head, spinning rapidly as he surrounded it with infernal energy.

“Brother Xu’s compass doesn’t look ordinary,” Xu Jiama said enviously. “Just the markings, Heavenly Stems, Earthly Branches, Yin-Yang, it’s clearly not a common artifact.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Wang Lin warned coldly. “Brother Xu is our friend.”

Xu Jiama laughed awkwardly. His father was also a Mountain Lord among the Seventy-Two Million Mountains, though not a top-ranked one. He was used to getting what he wanted through force.

“Relax,” he said quickly.

The compass spun continuously for three incense sticks’ time before slowing to a stop.

Xu Zimo frowned.

The Traceless Compass had found nothing.

If an inheritance truly existed, the compass would have sensed it. Even the Ancient Gods’ hidden realms couldn’t escape its detection.

A Saint Sovereign’s inheritance should’ve been easy.

“Brother Xu, what did you find?” Wang Lin asked.

“Nothing,” Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.

“Then your compass isn’t that great after all,” Xu Jiama joked.

“There’s no inheritance here,” Xu Zimo replied flatly.

The compass could not be wrong, so the only explanation was that the inheritance simply didn’t exist.

“Don’t joke, Brother Xu. The Malevolent Demon’s inheritance is real,” Wang Lin said with a smile.

“My compass doesn’t lie,” Xu Zimo said again.

“Then let’s keep searching,” Xu Jiama suggested. “We still have seven days, no harm in looking.”

The others nodded. Deep down, each still hoped to find something and didn’t truly believe Xu Zimo’s claim.

They continued along the Ancient Demon Road.

At first, the Ancient Demons they encountered were weak and easy to handle. But as they advanced, the monsters grew stronger, appearing in greater numbers until they attacked in hordes.

By the time they fought their way through, everyone was exhausted and wounded.

“How many days has it been?” Wang Lin asked.

“Over six,” Xu Jiama said gloomily. “Looks like the inheritance isn’t fated for us.”

Too tired to go on, they lay down on the dark path to rest.

“Do you have dreams?” Xu Zimo suddenly asked.

“Dreams?” Xu Jiama chuckled. “That’s a foolish question. Of course we all dream of becoming stronger. Why else would we seek this inheritance?”

“And do you know the history of our Ancient Demon Race?” Xu Zimo asked again.

“Now that’s something I can answer,” Wang Lin said proudly. “We Ancient Demons were once powerful. In the Nine Heavens, everyone respected us.”

“So why did you decline?” Xu Zimo asked.

“They say the Infernal Lord died,” Wang Lin sighed. “Part of our people were banished and sealed away. Only we remain here.”

“Do you know who killed the Infernal Lord?” Xu Zimo asked.

“Who else could it be, but-” Wang Lin began, but Xu Jiama quickly cut him off.

“Brother Wang, be careful what you say,” he warned.

It was said that the truly powerful could sense it whenever their names were spoken, even in thought.

And as for the Heavenly Dao itself, one never uttered its name lightly.