I Truly Am The Villian

As the violet light surged, it transformed into a towering web, binding Xu Zimei.

After binding Xu Zimei, the violet web began to contract, as if trying to trap him completely.

However, the Demonic Qi around Xu Zimei surged, and the violet pattern lit up from his neck.

With a loud "boom", the violet web was utterly shattered.

The veins on Xu Zimei's forehead bulged, and his arms seemed as though the blood vessels were about to burst.

"Shatter," behind him, the violet planet of the Divine Continent flashed.

A powerful force coursed through him, and the sound of "crackling" began emanating from the violet chains.

Countless violet chains broke, shattering one layer after another.

After the first segment of violet chains snapped, it was as if a dam had burst, unstoppable.

The violet light also completely dimmed.

When all the violet chains shattered, the sealed tower finally began to shake.

"We are finally out."

"Hahaha, Mosha, you cannot contain us, no one can stop the return of the master."

A thunderous crash was heard, as if the entire firmament was going to burst open.

Above was thunder and lightning, the heavens angry, demonic clouds rolling.

Beneath were winding paths leading to darkness, the earth cracking, the sky cage beginning to collapse, countless rocks falling from the sky.

Finally, the sealed tower exploded with a massive hole.

Countless black gases flew out from inside.

These gases scattered chaotically across the firmament.

They had been trapped for countless years, and freedom was long an unattainable word.

Now reborn, naturally they couldn't control themselves.

Xu Zimei didn't attempt to control them either; he just watched the firmament.

After a while, these Demonic Qi began to descend from the heavens, transforming into figures kneeling before him.

"We greet the master!"

The unified shout resounded through the heavens, coinciding with a lightning strike.

The air prison completely collapsed.

Xu Zimei ignored the collapsing sky cage, standing calmly on the firmament, hands behind his back, exceedingly calm.

And those of the Demon Race also knelt on the ground, eyes full of reverence as they gazed at their master.

"It's been a long time," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"Master, it truly has been a long, long time," some of the Demon Race even knelt and cried bitterly.

Xu Zimei looked down to see over seventy individuals below.

Diverse demonic beings.

Some Demons with white hair, clad in red armor, the armor like the gaping maw of an abyss, splitting internally, layer upon layer.

A red cape at the back, wearing a loose black robe that reached the feet, a golden sash around the waist.

The armor protected the entire neck.

And others, dual-faced Buddhistic Demons.

One half face of a Buddha, hair golden and spiral, ears like fans, with a faint Buddhist wheel behind the head.

Eyes neither joyous nor sad, gaze slightly squinting.

The other half a demon, skin black, hair rising towards Heaven's Threshold, glaring furiously, fangs exposed.

Some wore garments resembling crazily scrawled script, indescribable with words.

Seeming like cloth, yet like armor.

The edges of the clothing like fish scales, forming an arc shape, in a shade of gray.

He had four arms, holding a sword.

All four hands gripping the sword, like a closed Man-Eating Flower, arms covered with extensive violet patterns flashing.

The sword he held, reaching a hundred meters high, sealed with chains.

Once the chains were undone, it would possess world-devastating power.

A hint of violet light made the heart race.

His appearance resembled a rat, with a small face, gray hair on top slanted and covering half the face.

The other half of the eye emitted an intense violet light.

Each demonic being was extremely distinctive.

One glance left a deep impression.

"Billions of years have passed, has everyone's lofty ambitions faded?" Xu Zimei sighed.

Time is the greatest assassin.

This, he deeply understood, time can erode everything, let alone billions of years.

Beside him, a Demon Race member immediately stood up.

He tore open his clothing, revealing his body was full of inscriptions.

Containing Heaven Destroy, Heaven Challenge ambition, following the Demon Lord, in quiet repose for epochs.

"Erase these marks, my ambition shall not wane.

If my flesh opens, I will carve them again," the Demon Race said resolutely and forcefully.

"Once I wished to die with the master, waiting billions of years, just to commence the Heaven Challenge again."

"If I die, it will be on the Heaven Challenge's path, not seeking to merely survive."

Watching the Demons sincerely and determinedly swearing, Xu Zimei slowly closed his eyes.

The Demon Race instantly quieted down.

Qingfeng gently ruffled some black hairs.

"Life in its vastness swiftly passes, some see dust, others see starry," Xu Zimei suddenly opened his eyes.

Coldly said, "And I, shall dedicate my life to pursuing the vastness of those stars."

The stars he spoke of were not literal stars.

Stars to him, were not as hard to reach as Mount Tai.

They were an aspiration, like the lightness of a feather or the death of Mount Tai.

...

"Master, how fares the Demon Realm now?" some of the Demon Race calmed down and asked.

"What does Purgatory Demon Charioteer mean?"

Back then, they were imprisoned by Purgatory Demon Charioteer, naturally concerned about this issue.

"You just came out, take a rest.

There are some old friends you can catch up with," Xu Zimei said.

"As for the matters of the Demon Realm, I can handle it myself."

With a wave of his hand, the passage to the Divine Continent opened.

The Demon Race members did not hesitate, bowing again to Xu Zimei, then entering.

Once all was calm, Xu Zimei collected his thoughts and surveyed the entire Demon Realm.

He then stepped into the void, the next moment crossing countless times and spaces, arriving atop a mountain in the Demon Realm.

On this mountain, the mad wind erupted, slicing faces like knives.

Among rugged rocks, Xu Zimei found a stone and slowly sat down.

He was waiting, no one knew what he was waiting for.

Finally, from the other side of the mountain, someone came walking through the air.

That person was clad in a long robe, surrounded by violent Demonic Qi.

His face was chiseled, gaze unfathomable.

And that robe was not black, instead resembling the ancient scholarly robe.

It was gray and white, the waist belt tightly fastened.

The first impression was arrogance, yet it seemed he had reason for such pride.

He walked step by step, stepping on the rocks, making a "creak" sound.

At this mountaintop, besides the fierce wind, there was only the sound of his steps.

Finally, he stopped before Xu Zimei.

Calmly looking at Xu Zimei.

"You...," the man barely began speaking when Xu Zimei interrupted him.

"Meeting me, why do you not kneel?" Xu Zimei said lightly.

The man's expression changed, and he slowly knelt down.