I Truly Am The Villian

After a mist of blood dissipated, all that remained were the skeletal remains of the Immortal Robe entity and his soul.

"You're declaring war against the Holy Court!" the soul of the Immortal Robe entity roared furiously.

"This is the rule of the Netherworld Realm. Without the permission of the Lord of the Dead Spirits, anyone who comes will meet the same fate," the middle-aged man said calmly.

With a wave of his hand, an iron chain appeared, binding the soul and pulling the Immortal Robe entity directly down.

"Take it to Hell," the middle-aged man said indifferently.

Several corpses approached, ignoring the struggling spirit of the Immortal Robe entity, dragging it downward.

The middle-aged man's figure then faded into the shadows of Luofu Stronghold.

The Netherworld Realm once again returned to calm and silence.

......

After more than half a month, Xu Zimei opened his eyes from recovery.

He exhaled a long breath of polluted qi.

Still a little weak, but much improved.

He entered the True Fate World, where the Dragon Maiden was imprisoned within the Myriad Demons Tribe, with no possibility of escape.

Seeing Xu Zimei, the Dragon Maiden asked, "What did you do?"

"What do you mean?" Xu Zimei asked back.

"Behind that door, what did you do?" the Dragon Maiden repeated.

"It seems you know quite a lot," Xu Zimei replied.

"Before asking others, shouldn't you first reveal what you know?"

The Dragon Maiden did not answer, choosing instead to remain silent.

Xu Zimei shook his head slightly and walked into the Myriad Demons Tribe.

"Master," Bai Meng and the others greeted him.

"Is everyone alright?" Xu Zimei inquired.

"The Great Saints are immortal. As long as the Life and Death Soul remains unbroken, you need not worry about us," Bai Meng said with a smile.

"What about the Crimson Blade Bull Demon?" Xu Zimei asked.

Bai Meng raised his right hand and pointed, showing the Crimson Blade Bull Demon being brought in alongside the broken stone tablet.

He was still in the same state as before—unconscious atop it.

"What's the situation?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Its soul has suffered severe trauma, leaving it in a state of deep unconsciousness. Waking it won't be easy," Bai Meng explained.

"Is there a way?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Two methods. The Old Bull has already stepped into the Great Saint realm; if we can locate its Life and Death Soul, we can awaken it.

But every Great Saint's Life and Death Soul holds the key to their survival, and only the individual knows its location.

We wouldn't be able to find it," Bai Meng said.

"The second method is to find the Jiuyou Divine Grass and use external power to awaken it."

"Indeed, reviving the Old Bull is important," the Seven-faced Demon General agreed.

"During our period of slumber, we know nothing of what the Demon Race has been doing in the Nine Domains.

It might know more about the internal affairs."

Xu Zimei nodded slightly, deciding that searching for the Jiuyou Divine Grass must be scheduled, though the priority now was fusing the Tyrant Shadow with the Xuan Yuan Sword.

He walked up to the Dragon Maiden, stretched out his right hand, and produced the Zhurong Flame he had previously acquired.

"What do you think of this flame?" he asked.

"You truly destroyed that place," the Dragon Maiden said, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Are you not afraid of retribution from the Ancient Gods?"

"Now that the flame and Black Ice are both present, let's forge the weapon," Xu Zimei said.

"As for other matters, I have my own plans."

The Dragon Maiden pondered for a moment but did not refuse. She simply nodded.

She moved to a spacious area.

Holding the Zhurong Flame in her hand, she briefly merged it with her Spiritual Energy.

Her entire body became engulfed in crimson flames.

The Tyrant Shadow and Xuan Yuan Sword floated in the air. She carefully adjusted the temperature of the weapons, gradually melting them.

Xu Zimei instructed Bai Meng, "While she forges the weapon, no one is to disturb her.

No one is allowed to approach here either."

......

The fusion of two artifacts isn't merely about melting them and gathering them together.

It also requires the complete integration of the artifact marks and Artifact Spirits attached to the weapons to achieve a synergy greater than the sum of the parts.

This Dragon Maiden was undoubtedly a rare master in the art of weapon forging.

With one hand, she controlled the flames, and with the other, she laid out formations. In an instant, several formations spread beneath her feet.

The Spirit Gathering Array, Returning Flow Array, Locking Cloud Array, and Boundless Proliferating Heaven Array.

All of them were designed to aid in weapon forging.

The surrounding Spiritual Energy continuously gathered, fueling the Zhurong Flame, which burned brighter and hotter. The Tyrant Shadow melted into a pool of black liquid.

Its Blade Intent remained overwhelming, with various artifact marks flashing brightly.

The Tyrant Shadow's Blade Spirit condensed into a phantom of a Curved Blade, its resounding blade howl echoing like a roar.

The Xuan Yuan Sword melted into golden liquid.

Its Sword Intent pierced into the heavens, while its Sword Spirit continued to let out high-pitched cries, splitting half the sky with the Blade Intent.

The clash between the blade and sword grew fiercer and more intense.

Even the void was fragmented into shards, sharp and dazzling, making it impossible to look directly.

The Dragon Maiden's face turned pale, clearly indicating the immense toll this process was taking on her.

With both hands clasped, the blade and sword seemed drawn to an irresistible summons and flew toward each other.

As they collided, a torrent of blade and sword intents engulfed the air.

Their competition gradually subsided and they began to fuse bit by bit.

Xu Zimei couldn't comprehend the method of forging weapons the Dragon Maiden used.

Her Spiritual Energy intertwined with countless artifact marks and formations, stabilizing the weapons effectively.

Deep Sea Black Ice hovered gently above the surface.

Whenever the weapons exhibited signs of instability or violent reaction, the Black Ice would lower the temperature of the Zhurong Flame.

This process was destined to be slow.

Xu Zimei instructed Bai Meng and the Seven-faced Demon General to keep watch, while he himself departed from the True Fate World.

......…

Within the North Sea, after experiencing a great upheaval, calm had returned once more.

He emerged from the water to find Xie Changliu waiting for him.

"Is everything resolved?" Xie Changliu asked.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly and asked, "Have you heard of the Jiuyou Divine Grass?"

"For restoring souls?" Xie Changliu asked in return.

Xu Zimei nodded. The soul and Divine Soul are distinct entities.

Souls are typically hard to damage, unless one actively uses their soul.

Meanwhile, even if a Great Saint's Divine Soul were to suffer severe damage—or even destruction—they still wouldn't perish.

This was the sheer unparalleled power of Great Saints.

"I do know of a place," Xie Changliu thought for a moment and responded.

"Where?" Xu Zimei asked eagerly.

"The Heavenly Saint Academy," Xie Changliu replied.

"When I was young, I studied there. Beneath the academy lies the sealed Cangwu Abyss, which produces medicinal herbs for soul restoration.

During my time there, I saw Jiuyou Divine Grass on multiple occasions."

"Then let's set off for the Heavenly Saint Academy," Xu Zimei said. "Is it far from here?"

"Follow the source of the North Sea, and the Heavenly Saint Academy is situated at the junction of the Four Directions Domain and the Tuocang Domain."

Xie Changliu explained.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly, summoned Chaos, and flew toward the Heavenly Saint Academy.

Seated cross-legged on Chaos's back, he began to contemplate the Ancient Path of Zhurong he had recently acquired.

The complexities of these ancient teachings seemed endless. The deeper he delved, the more intricate they appeared.

Even for him, he could only strive to comprehend them step by step.

Chaos soared over the tranquil sea's surface, its wings carrying them westward.