I Really Am A Villain

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Miss Jing’s gaze pierced through the endless void, as if she could see across to the Godfiend Abyss Heaven and find Xu Zimo’s figure there.

“And what of this woman?” Miss Jing asked.

“She’s someone he met in the Godfiend Abyss Heaven,” Moon-Pluck Fairy replied respectfully. “It’s said he even helped her become the Realm Lord of the Celestial Luan God Realm.”

“Oh? Then she’s someone close to him,” Miss Jing said with mild amusement.

She extended her right hand and gently placed it on Wu Zhaodi’s forehead. Strands of immense power surged into Wu Zhaodi’s consciousness. But before long, Miss Jing withdrew her hand, her once-serene face turning slightly pale.

Just now, she had peered into Wu Zhaodi’s river of time. The river of time was not something one could gaze upon lightly. Xu Zimo could do so because of the Primordial Chaos Bead, he was uniquely blessed. Even for someone like Miss Jing, the strain was tremendous.

“This person can be of use,” Miss Jing said calmly. “Erase her river of memories and give her new ones. But I can’t perform that myself. We’ll have to seek out the Lord.”

The “Lord” she mentioned was shrouded in utter mystery. Even she had never seen their true face.

At this moment, the Violet Mist Holy Lands was radiant with boundless light. Beams of multicolored radiance shot into the heavens, stirring the clouds into waves before cascading back down, painting the entire sky with shimmering hues.

Upon the altar, seven-colored shields rose around Zi Yan, enclosing her completely. No one could see what was happening inside, not even the divine senses of a Saint Sovereign could penetrate it.

“So this is reincarnation?” the Ancestral Warden asked curiously.

It was his first time witnessing such a thing.

“Ordinary people can’t reincarnate,” Xu Zimo explained. “See that altar? That’s the Altar of Time Rebirth. It takes tens of millions of years to nurture it, and it can only be used once each cycle. When the Violet Mist Saint Sovereign faked her death back then, she placed her life soul within it.”

“That’s right. I’ve heard that altar isn’t from our Godfiend Abyss Heaven,” said Bright Mirror Saint Sovereign with a laugh. “It came from the Calamity Immortal Heaven, created by the Heavenly Court.”

Xu Zimo glanced at Zi Yan, who was attempting her rebirth. It seemed her trip to the Paradise of Gods back then hadn’t just been about stealing a divine herb.

“Will the reincarnation succeed?” the Ancestral Warden asked again.

“If she relied only on the Altar of Rebirth, the chances would be half and half,” Xu Zimo said. “But I believe she’s made other preparations.”

The divine senses of the Saint Sovereigns extended for billions of miles. As the light of the Violet Mist Holy Lands illuminated the sky, the entire Godfiend Abyss Heaven saw it. No matter where one stood, the radiant glow could be felt.

This was no ordinary light, it carried the Samsara Primal Dao. It merged seamlessly with the void. Ordinary people might not sense it, but the strong could feel it clearly.

Time passed. Instead of dimming, the radiance only grew stronger, spreading from the heavens as though it intended to envelop the entire domain.

Xu Zimo withdrew the Ancestral Warden into his God World, a Grand Emperor like him would be of little help in what was to come.

“They’re coming,” someone whispered.

Bright Mirror Saint Sovereign drew out a bright mirror embedded in his chest. That mirror could see through past and present alike. A beam of ancient light shot out from it, shining onto the void before them.

The void ignited, forming a great screen that displayed a distant scene tens of millions of miles away. Amid the rolling clouds, a colossal immortal warship surged forward like a sun. Its prow was shaped like a dragon’s head, its body oval and wreathed in lightning. Wherever it passed, thunder roared and divine might filled the sky. On the enormous sail were two golden words, Heavenly Court, radiant and eternal.

Before those words, even gods and immortals would retreat and all beings would bow.

“What a grand entrance,” said Moonlight Fairy, her eyes narrowing.

“The Heavenly Court always loved their pomp,” the Demon-Refining Saint Sovereign chuckled. “But to be fair, they’ve earned it.”

“Indeed,” even Bright Mirror Saint Sovereign admitted with a sigh. “Throughout history, countless forces have risen strong, but everyone knows their limits. Only the Heavenly Court’s strength is unfathomable. No one knows how deep their foundations run, how many powerhouses they truly have.”

“If they’re so strong, you still dare to oppose them?” Xu Zimo asked with a faint smile.

“Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand,” Bright Mirror Saint Sovereign replied, shaking his head with a laugh. “The path of cultivation is one of defying all odds, struggling against Heaven itself for joy. If we do not fear Heaven, why should we fear the Heavenly Court? At worst, once this is over, we’ll simply hide. The Heavenly Court may be mighty, but they’re not yet invincible across the Nine Heavens.”

Xu Zimo nodded silently. At the Saint Sovereign level, fear was a rarity; few things could truly shake such beings.

Everyone sat cross-legged, regulating their energy, calmly awaiting the Heavenly Court’s arrival.

Thunder boomed across the sky.

The immortal warship, traveling faster than light, closed the distance in seconds. From a far-off speck, it now loomed just above them, its presence oppressive.

Even before it arrived, the world quaked under its divine pressure, as if the heavens themselves were enraged.

The dragon-headed ship’s eyes glowed, cutting through the radiant clouds. Then came a voice of heavenly might.

“The Heavenly Court descends. Violet Mist Holy Lands, why have you not come forth to greet us?”

The entire Godfiend Abyss Heaven trembled. For a billion years, the Heavenly Court had not appeared in such force. Countless Saint Sovereigns across the realms felt a chill in their hearts.

“Violet Mist Holy Lands? What place is that?” some began to murmur.

After all, in recent ages, the Violet Mist Holy Lands had been so low-profile that few even knew of its existence. They rarely even recruited disciples, an oddity, since new disciples were the lifeblood of any sect.

“Do you still remember that peerless talent from long ago?” someone asked.

“He Changkong?” The name sparked a flood of memories across countless hearts.

Throughout history, there had been many geniuses, but few could compare to the Violet Mist Saint Sovereign, He Changkong was one of the rarest of them all.

“I thought the Violet Mist Saint Sovereign died ages ago,” someone muttered. “Why would the Heavenly Court appear now? Could there be some hidden truth?”

Leaving aside the countless gazes fixed upon the scene,

Before the gates of the Violet Mist Holy Lands, the dragon head spewed torrents of godly power, trying to obliterate everything before it.

But at that very moment, the holy land erupted in radiant light, cloaking itself in a multicolored barrier that sealed it away from harm.

The dragon’s power grew more violent, yet the barrier held firm, woven from infinite threads of divine essence.