I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1190 - 1189 Yan Gui (ya, yu), Thousand Calamities Doomsday
Chapter 1190 -1189 Yan Gui (ya, yu), Thousand Calamities Doomsday
“I say there is, then there is,” Xu Zimei said calmly.
“Open the gate, and I will make my own choice.”
“Demon Lord, you should not have stopped me, nor should you have violated the rules of the Ghost God Realm,” a voice from inside the gate replied.
“What rules of the Ghost God Realm?” Xu Zimei chuckled.
“I don’t understand them, but my words are the rules.”
“In that case, come with me for a journey,” the voice from inside the gate responded.
“Night has fallen; no one may appear.”
As the voice fell, a fog of gray shrouded the heavens.
Above, the winds and clouds swirled.
The raging wind roared, like a piercing sound reverberating across the firmament.
And then, a gigantic figure appeared in the void.
This figure seemed to flicker, hidden within the black fog.
At times it was visible, at times fused with the raging wind, hazy yet discernible as a creature with a dragon’s head, a tiger’s tail, and the body of a monster.
It was as if stitched together from countless ferocious beasts.
A dense aura of beastly might erupted outward continuously. Amid the low growls, a black-clawed hand lunged towards Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei’s gaze sharpened as he drew his Tyrant Shadow blade.
The blade’s fierce energy exploded in the void.
That black claw crushed the blade energy effortlessly, clawing straight at Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei, unfazed, raised his Tyrant Shadow blade, its tip radiating a black light.
The light burst forth, fiercely colliding with the massive claw.
“If you’re here to fight, show your true form.
Hiding and skulking—what does that amount to?” Bai Meng said from the side.
Surging Demonic Qi swirled around him as his right hand transformed into a Heaven-Shaking Demon Claw, reaching into the void.
That demon hand stirred the wind and clouds, colliding with something hidden in the darkness.
Then came the sound of a crackling explosion.
The clouds rippled endlessly in layers upon layers.
“Damn you, hiding in the shadows with such arrogance!” Crimson Blade Bull Demon roared.
A primordial-sounding bovine bellow echoed far and wide.
His face turned red, nostrils emitting twin streams of white smoke, and his figure grew hundreds of times larger.
Leaping upward, he charged into the swirling chaos.
A Heaven-Shaking bovine bellow erupted, making the void shudder. The gray fog churned violently.
With a thunderous “boom,” a fierce explosion resounded.
Crimson Blade Bull Demon dragged down a massive entity from the sky alongside him.
“I, Old Bull, hate nothing more than being loomed over by someone. Apart from our master, no one else has the right!” Crimson Blade Bull Demon bellowed.
He grappled with the colossal entity.
The Seven-faced Demon General wielded the Demon Lotus, with tendrils of lotus vines swirling about, bristling with sharp thorns and emitting seething Demonic Qi.
Those vines extended endlessly, tightly wrapping around the massive entity in mere moments.
Even as the entity struggled desperately, the Demon Lotus alternated between tightening and loosening, holding firm. Meanwhile, its Demonic Qi relentlessly corroded the giant creature.
Only then did Xu Zimei clearly see its true form.
As it had appeared earlier, a dragon’s head, tiger’s tail, and monster’s body—like some kind of monstrous beast that had been demonized.
Its body emanated a potent Holy Power.
Though violent and ferocious, Bai Meng and the other two were all Great Saints.
No matter how it struggled, it could not cause significant upheaval.
“Master, shall we slay it?” Crimson Blade Bull Demon asked as he looked at Xu Zimei.
“Slaying a Great Saint isn’t easy, but imprisoning it for life is feasible,” Bai Meng said.
The Divine Continent is like a vastly magnified prison. Those who enter it must battle against the entire Heavenly Dao of the Divine Continent.
Such a fight is almost impossible to win.
The Dragon Maiden faces a similar fate—though not imprisoned, she’s likewise lost her freedom in another sense.
“Hunt down its life and death dual souls. I refuse to believe we can’t slay it,” Crimson Blade Bull Demon growled impatiently.
“You dare!” The subdued massive entity roared in fury.
“Kill me, and you make an enemy of the entire Ghost God Realm.”
“I’ve never feared being the enemy of the world, let alone your Ghost God Realm,” Xu Zimei cast a cold glance at the sealed gate.
He said indifferently, “Slay it first, then find the life and death dual souls.”
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Crimson Blade Bull Demon smirked cruelly.
Holding a colossal mountain-levelling axe, he lifted it slowly, preparing to strike down the massive entity.
Just as the axe was about to fall, a majestic voice suddenly echoed across the firmament.
“Yan Gui, return!”
The voice descended with undeniable authority.
It reverberated in the void, vast and pervasive.
Crimson Blade Bull Demon’s axe was halted mid-air, unable to fall further. The subdued massive entity transformed into a plume of blue smoke and vanished into the gate.
“Yan Gui?” Xu Zimei murmured to himself.
He had just heard the voice from inside the gate summon the massive entity—Yan Gui.
It was one of the Nine Mountain Ghosts of the Nine Ghosts Academy.
A being of equal stature to Kui and Han Ba.
No wonder it had reached the realm of the Great Saints.
……
“Who are you?” Xu Zimei stared at the gate, his eyes filled with surging Demonic Qi, seemingly trying to pierce through the sealed gate and see the voice’s owner.
Bai Meng and the others stood as if facing an imminent threat, positioned at Xu Zimei’s sides.
“Demon Lord, you are far too weak as you are,” the voice spoke again.
“Speaking while hiding—has no one ever taught you how rude that is?” Xu Zimei retorted.
“This is not the time for us to meet,” the voice replied.
“Grow stronger; otherwise, you won’t even catch my notice.”
“You are…?” Xu Zimei paused for a moment, then recalled a previous event in the micro-world at the Edge of the Sky, End of the Sea.
At Chaotic Cloud Stream, the elder from the Old Monarch Temple had given him a list.
The name on it seemed to be…
“Thousand Calamities Doomsday,” Xu Zimei enunciated every word.
The voice in the darkness seemed slightly surprised, “You still remember me?”
“Are you here to block my path?” Xu Zimei asked directly.
“The path is one, and it matters not who blocks whom. Those with ability naturally pass first,” the voice in the darkness replied.
“I didn’t come to debate paths,” Xu Zimei replied.
“What’s going on with my old friend?”
“Are you referring to that woman?” The voice in the darkness laughed.
“She is now overseeing the order in the Half-God Domain.”
“You should not target her,” Xu Zimei said calmly.
“Although I do not fear you, I must make it clear—you misunderstand me,” the voice replied.
“If you’re searching for your friend, you should go to the Netherworld Realm and find the Lord of Dead Spirits, not ask me for her,” Thousand Calamities Doomsday replied.
“What do you mean?” Xu Zimei frowned.
“Because that is the sanctuary for the departed. Your friend is not here,” Thousand Calamities Doomsday replied.
“When you reach the Netherworld Realm, you will likely understand.”
Hearing this, Xu Zimei fell silent.
He formed a theory in his mind, but he hoped it would not prove true.
Moreover, whether Thousand Calamities Doomsday’s words could be trusted was uncertain.
