I Truly Am The Villian

He cast his gaze all around.

The vast Destiny converged above the Divine Continent.

The entire Divine Continent underwent earth-shattering changes.

Inside his body, the ninth Vein Gate also began to emanate a "thumping" sound.

At this moment, profound meanings of countless attributes rushed towards the Vein Gate amidst the waterfall-like Spiritual Energy.

With a "boom," there was a muffled sound from within, as if a drum were being beaten.

The Divine Continent and he were inherently one.

As he strove to break through the ninth Vein Gate, the Divine Continent underwent its own metamorphosis.

Xu Zimei's Divine Soul wandered through the void with a solemn expression, surrounded by the endless Great Dao.

Around him, marvelous phenomena abounded, with golden lotuses springing from the earth and sweet dew descending from the heavens, seeds of the Dao taking root, and the sound of the Dao growing faint.

The colliding sounds inside his body continued relentlessly.

This ninth Vein Gate was as firm as a rock, akin to a dam, withstanding the onslaught of the tidal wave-like Spiritual Energy.

Xu Zimei did not pause for an instant, aiming to break through the Vein Gate in one go, lest any hidden ailments remain, making the next breakthrough even more difficult.

He mobilized the Life Energy of the Tree of Life.

Any injuries were healed immediately.

Finally, it might have been several hours, days, or even months, years.

In the boundless void, there was no measure of time.

He did not concern himself with these details.

A "crack" resounded from within, similar to the sound made when glass cracks.

Xu Zimei's eyes snapped open and at that moment, the silent void seemed to freeze instantaneously.

As if, upon his gaze, he traversed billions of miles, reaching every mountain and river, the vast earth.

Crossing through various dangerous terrains from one corner of the void.

Rare treasures, extraordinary people, and the beauty of the world all captured in his view.

A mere glance spanned ten thousand years, piercing through the essence of the world.

Spring arrives, but I will not be the first to speak; which cicada dares to make a sound.

The ninth Vein Gate "Shen Poxu" inside his body was thoroughly opened.

The twelve Vein Gates are Lun Quan, Xuan Gu, Zhao Yingfeng.

Kun Hai, Illusion Blood, Muhuansong.

Lin Que, Cheng An, Shen Poxu.

Bi Yuan, Enlighten, Xin Duankong.

One Vein Gate makes a Small Circulation, and every three Vein Gates make a Grand Circulation.

Strength will surge dramatically.

At this very moment, the nine Vein Gates within Xu Zimei shone in reflection of each other.

They stood out vividly as if they were comet traces in the sky.

The Spiritual Energy, as mighty as an ocean, coursed through the meridians and Vein Gates within his body.

The Vein Gates were connected by countless meridians.

Without breaking through the Vein Gates, Spiritual Energy could not flow through these meridians.

In a sense, the Vein Gates were like portals, bearing the function of connecting different meridians.

Though Xu Zimei's figure was only 1.87 meters tall, his body seemed to contain a powerful force.

As if he were a boat on the vast ocean, roaring with the rage of the waves.

This boat was not struggling on the surface of the sea but encompassed the entire ocean.

The sea was within the boat.

Withdrawing his gaze from the void, Xu Zimei closed his eyes slightly, feeling the power within his body at this moment.

A ceaseless flow of power.

There is a difference between Great Emperors and Stepping into Immortality; those who Enter the Taoism have been recognized by the Great Dao.

He does not need to endure tests like the Heavenly Tribulation.

He slowly stretched out his hand, with the Profound Meaning of various attributes entwining around his fingertips and palm.

At times it was the Power of the Five Elements, at other times a Thunderbolt surged.

At times, destiny bestows the future, shattering everything in the void through destruction; at other times, order establishes a new world.

Time warps, darkness envelops, and light descends.

Ordinary people can only utilize one attribute, but for him, all is possible.

He can wield any attribute at will.

For Xu Zimei, the greatest difference lies in the path of cultivation.

Ordinary people cultivate themselves, and their destiny also coalesces within them.

However, what Xu Zimei cultivates is the world itself, drawing all strength from the Divine Continent.

The Divine Continent, as a complete world, possesses the profound meaning of every attribute, which he can utilize at any moment.

Now, the Divine Continent has taken a step further.

The first destiny of the Divine Continent era begins to converge in the void.

An epoch later, the first destiny will appear.

At that moment, all those chosen will compete for the destiny.

All beings across the Yuan Central Continent gaze upon the destiny, not knowing what it is, but they all can vaguely sense its extraordinary nature.

This matter must be guided slowly, progressing bit by bit.

They must come to know it as a blessing from the heavens and the Great Dao, not something manipulated from behind.

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Now Xu Zimei, clad in a purple robe, contains his aura.

If he doesn't exert his full strength, he would appear just like an ordinary person, inscrutable to all.

The ability to completely conceal and control his power without revealing even the slightest bit, demonstrates his mastery over it.

He steps through the air and arrives within the Myriad Demons Tribe.

Even without deliberately doing anything, anyone caught by his glance feels an inherent sense of oppression.

The Chaos Pearl still hangs in the void, the insect egg within barely visible anymore.

Only now does Xu Zimei clearly see the creature inside.

It is an insect with a body as white as jade.

Although small, about fifty centimeters in length, its body structure is particularly complex.

It is covered with dense spines, its limbs' muscles bulging prominently, garnering special attention.

Its claws resemble those of a praying mantis, extremely sharp.

In front of its head, two antennae protrude.

It has no facial features, only a dense array of uniformly sized eyes.

Each eye shines with different colors.

This insect does not crawl, but walks upright, with wings thin as cicada's on its back.

"Little thing looks quite delicate," Xu Zimei comments with a smile.

"Kid, what exactly is that thing?" the monster asks in a deep voice, looking at the Chaos Pearl above.

"My insect egg, even if you were a Great Emperor, you couldn't shatter it. How could it melt away so easily?"

Its identity in itself is extraordinary, having witnessed countless troubles and storms.

Yet it has never been so flustered before.

Even seeing a Great Emperor like Xu Zimei before it, the creature feels no such surprise.

"That is not for you to concern yourself with," Xu Zimei replies.

"Have you considered your own fate?"

"You dare to kill me?" the strange insect looks at Xu Zimei and asks.

Xu Zimei does not respond to it, but with a wave of his right hand, an endless imperial authority gathers in his palm.

His intention is self-evident.

"You probably don't know my origins," the strange insect says.

"I belong to an Ancient God tribe from the Primordial God Realm, living in the vast cosmic expanse.

We consume worlds for sustenance, the most powerful species in this universe.

Your human race, in front of our tribe, is nothing more than food too meager to satisfy even a gluttonous appetite."

The strange insect's tone is very calm, devoid of any arrogance or boasting.

As if it is merely stating a simple fact.