I Truly Am The Villian

Hearing Grandpa Dao's words, Xu Zimei was silent for a long time.

He then asked, "Is it Hongtian?"

"Wrong, it's Divine Travel," Grandpa Dao laughed.

"Only he can reach the Other Shore of the starry sky.

And only he would want to go.

He once vowed to traverse the brilliant rivers and mountains of the Yuan Central Continent.

Now, with clarity of purpose, he wishes to tread every inch of the Nine Domains."

Xu Zimei chuckled.

He had almost forgotten about the Divine Travel Great Emperor.

Because, in the history of the True Martial Holy Sect, the True Martial Great Emperor, as the Ancestor,

is considered the most renowned.

Empress Hongtian, with the demeanor of a Heavenly Being, almost swept through everything, influencing several eras.

Even the Great Emperors who followed were still shrouded in her shadow.

As for the Great Emperor of the Three Blades,

although he was not as famous as the two,

his attacks were fierce, and the Undying Flower still blooms on the main road in front of the True Martial Holy Sect.

Many disciples of the sect, when choosing the legacy of the four elders, subconsciously select the legacy of the Great Emperor of the Three Blades.

Because his attacks are simple and crude enough.

Thus, the Great Emperor of the Three Blades also enjoys a stellar reputation.

Only the Divine Travel Great Emperor, about whom the sect holds few records, even back then.

After the Divine Travel Great Emperor inherited his Destiny, he rarely returned to the sect.

He roved through the world's landscapes.

Measuring every inch of land with his feet.

This was the Great Dao of the Divine Travel Great Emperor, and Xu Zimei didn't expect that, upon reaching the Nine Domains, the Divine Travel Great Emperor was still walking his path.

This path is long, accompanied by solitude and loneliness.

He is truly a man of steadfast perseverance.

......

"And you, Senior Dao, are you also walking your own path?" Xu Zimei laughed.

"Throughout my life, I have been accompanied by the blade, and in death, I will also slumber with it."

Grandpa Dao laughed, "Along this journey, I've encountered countless sect Saintesses, Heavenly Palace Fairies.

But none could stop my steps.

Only this blade accompanied me all the way."

His words carried a trace of wistfulness.

Now in his old age, he no longer cared about his image, like an elder in his twilight years.

......

After chatting with Grandpa Dao for a while,

Xu Zimei departed.

Xiao An'an pushed him out, and on the way, Xiao An'an reluctantly asked, "Do we really have to leave the True Martial Holy Sect?"

"Why not?" Xu Zimei retorted.

"After all, I've grown up here since childhood; parting is hard," Xiao An'an responded.

"We'll be back," Xu Zimei laughed.

"I just have a few things to do, a few people to kill.

By then, everything will return to normal.

The only change might be that the True Martial Holy Sect will dominate this Heaven Extreme Realm."

When Xu Zimei spoke this last sentence, his voice was somewhat low.

So much so that Xiao An'an could barely hear him.

He pushed Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei asked, "What did Sect Master Wang say?"

"The Sect Master has already notified all the elders and disciples of the sect," Xiao An'an explained.

"I estimate there will be a result soon."

"Then we'll wait for the result," Xu Zimei said.

"Besides, push me to the stele of the sect."

This stele of the True Martial Holy Sect records the names of those who have made great contributions to the sect.

But because the True Martial Holy Sect was destroyed in the past.

This stele has been neglected for a long time.

The last person recorded was five hundred years ago.

Xiao An'an didn't ask more.

She thought Xu Zimei was visiting old haunts.

And silently pushed Xu Zimei towards the stele.

They walked for about ten minutes.

Although the True Martial Holy Sect had been destroyed, this land was still vast.

After more than ten minutes, they finally arrived in front of the half-destroyed stele.

There were a total of three hundred steles.

Recording the most famous three hundred ancestors since the founding of the True Martial Holy Sect.

Unfortunately, many steles are now in ruins.

What met the eyes were ruins and only five or six intact steles.

......

Ancestor Wuyuan.

An ancestor of the True Martial Holy Sect for three thousand years.

Once beheaded seven Great Saints, helping the sect quell the Yao Spear Rebellion.

......

The steles were vast, each several tens of meters high, beneath them the life achievements of Ancestor Wuyuan.

These are the everyday scenes of the steles.

Xu Zimei looked through them one by one, most of the steles were only half remaining, or had fragments missing.

"Young Master, what are you looking for?" Xiao An'an asked.

"I'm looking for your Ancestor, the Great Saint of True Martial's stele," Xu Zimei laughed.

"The Ancestor's stele shattered long ago," Xiao An'an said regretfully.

"But do you know where the stele stood before it broke?" Xu Zimei asked.

"It's inside, the Ancestor used the first stele, it's quite easy to find," Xiao An'an said.

When she pushed Xu Zimei to the deepest part,

they saw a perfectly intact stele inside.

Its surface was made of black demon stone.

Faint characters were still carved on the surface, exuding a strong Martial Path intent.

"Stele of the Ancestor True Martial.

Lasted a full cycle in the True Martial Holy Sect.

Founded the True Martial Holy Sect and led the sect to its peak."

Xu Zimei looked at the inscription on the stele.

While Xiao An'an exclaimed in surprise, "This... wasn't the Ancestor's stele shattered long ago.

How could it suddenly reappear?

Who erected this stele!"

"If a stele falls, it can be erected again.

Even if someone dies, they can actually live," Xu Zimei said somewhat inexplicably.

He didn't answer Xiao An'an's puzzle.

Xu Zimei looked at her, instructing, "Put your hand on the stele."

Xiao An'an didn't hesitate.

When her right hand imprinted on the stele, a heaven-shaking sword light suddenly erupted.

The sword light flickered unceasingly.

Shattering the surrounding void.

And on the stele, a deep vortex appeared.

Xu Zimei reached in, took a sword from the vortex, and tossed it to Xiao An'an.

"What... what's this?"

Xiao An'an hurriedly caught the sword, just feeling as though the sword in her hand was linked to her bloodline.

The True Martial Sword Body within her was becoming more agitated.

The Sword Intent seemed to be soaring to the heavens, uncontrollably bursting forth.

"The sword of your Ancestor, just call it the True Martial Sword," Xu Zimei smiled.

"Why is the Ancestor's sword here," Xiao An'an stammered.

"Of course, she left it for you," Xu Zimei smiled.

"For me, why?" Xiao An'an was puzzled.

Xu Zimei glanced at her but did not answer the question.

But explained, "Take it; it's yours to have.

Even if I didn't give it to you, that old man would eventually hand it over to you.

I'm just taking advantage of a situation."

Xiao An'an didn't understand what Xu Zimei meant; she just thought the old ancestor's words were overly convoluted.

Many things remained unclear.

She could only happily keep the sword.

Expressed her gratitude.

At this time, Wang Hengzhi also came stepping out from the distance.

"Alright, seems like it's time for us to leave.

There's nothing left here to be nostalgic about."