I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1433 - Tomb of The Sacred Flame Trinity

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“You can’t go in!” The members of the Prince's Manor stood in front of the gate. Though fear was written across their faces, they still mustered the courage to block the way.

“This is a forbidden ground, you cannot enter.”

Xu Zimo had no patience for their nonsense.

A surge of spirit energy erupted from his palm, and a colossal handprint descended from the heavens, shattering the air itself. The crushing wind howled through the place as everyone was forced to their knees under its pressure.

Some of them trembled uncontrollably, collapsing to the ground in terror.

“You’re nothing but ants, yet your courage is commendable,” Xu Zimo said. “I’ll spare your lives.”

Shangguan Xian and the others followed closely behind him as they all walked toward the forbidden ground.

The massive gate before them was tightly shut, flanked by overgrown weeds that had clearly been left untended for years. The wild grass grew waist-high, sprawling everywhere without restraint.

Xu Zimo glanced at the gate, then slowly lifted his right leg.

With a single thunderous boom, the door burst apart into fragments, exploding into clouds of dust.

A deep fissure split the ground before them, bottomless, like a scar carved by divine wrath.

Such was the power of a single kick.

But Xu Zimo still seemed unsatisfied.

The gate’s defenses were formidable, yet it hadn’t been enough.

He lifted his gaze. Inside the forbidden ground, the scenery wasn’t much different from the outside, wild grass everywhere, and several ancient pine and cypress trees ahead.

Their branches were thick and lush, each trunk so wide that it would take several men to encircle one.

They looked ancient, as though they had stood there for countless generations.

And beneath those towering trees stood three stone monuments.

Or rather, three tombstones.

This was the forbidden place that not even the Prince's Manor’s own people dared to enter.

Even the head of the family, Immortal Prince, had never been allowed beyond this point.

It was said to be the resting place of the Sacred Flame Trinity.

No one was permitted to disturb them without their summons.

That was the rule established when the Prince's Manor was founded, when the Sacred Flame Trinity had withdrawn from the world.

But now, as Xu Zimo stepped inside, those who had been suppressed outside found themselves freed.

Terrified for the sanctity of their ancestral ground, they rushed in after him.

Yet the moment they saw what lay within, their faces turned pale.

This wasn’t a resting place.

It was a burial ground.

“The Sacred Flame Trinity are dead?” one of them whispered, his voice trembling at the thought.

“If they’re dead… then the Prince's Manor is truly finished. Who else could stand against this man?”

“That’s impossible! The Sacred Flame Trinity can’t have died so easily. And why haven’t we received any news of it?”

Some refused to believe it; others were overcome with grief and despair.

The death of the Sacred Flame Trinity was a crushing blow.

Without them, the Prince's Manor no longer had any supreme power to rely on.

More than that, the Elders’ prestige was what upheld the manor’s exalted status.

With them gone, that status would vanish as well.

No one would respect the Prince's Manor anymore.

Given their current situation, it was only a matter of time before they declined completely.

Or perhaps… someone glanced at Xu Zimo.

They might not even have the chance to decline, he could wipe them out here and now.

“Hurry to the Chaos Fire God Realm! Ask the Fire Ancestor to intervene!” someone shouted.

Several members immediately fled toward the Chaos Fire God Realm in desperation.

Xu Zimo ignored them. The Traceless Compass’ signal for Blade Tyrant had vanished the moment he entered this place.

That meant Blade Tyrant was here, hidden somewhere inside.

Yet as he scanned his surroundings, there was nothing out of the ordinary in the forbidden ground.

Aside from the three tombs, there was nothing else of note.

“Could the compass be wrong?” Bian Wenzhou asked cautiously.

“Impossible,” Xu Zimo shook his head. The Traceless Compass did not make such elementary mistakes.

“Then… there’s only one explanation,” he said, his eyes narrowing.

“The Inner World. He’s hiding inside the Inner World.”

It was like two realms existing in the same space, overlapping but belonging to different dimensions.

Just like Xu Zimo’s own God World.

That world existed with him as its core; wherever he was, it would also be.

The reason the God World and the Nine Heavens did not conflict was because they existed in separate dimensions.

If Xu Zimo were to project the God World into the Nine Heavens’ plane, only one outcome would occur,

The strong devour the weak.

The greater world would consume the lesser one to strengthen itself.

That was the eternal law of the universe.

Within the same dimension, only one world could exist.

Xu Zimo fell silent, closing his eyes as he began to sense the subtleties of the forbidden ground.

He examined every inch of it, not missing a single corner.

The others stood quietly, not daring to disturb him.

After a long while, Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.

“Found it.”

“Master Xu, what should we do next?” Bian Wenzhou asked.

“Open the graves,” Xu Zimo said with a cold smile. “Dig up the tombs.”

Before him stood three mounds of earth, each marked by a black, wordless stele.

Bian Wenzhou hesitated for only a moment before understanding that Xu Zimo must have his reasons.

He raised his right hand, summoning a black longsword.

A dark crow sigil was etched into its hilt.

Powerful spirit energy radiated from him as he swung the blade.

A streak of black sword intent burst forth, taking the form of a giant shadow crow that dove straight toward the graves.

In Bian Wenzhou’s mind, this strike should have been more than enough to blast open the tombs, leaving behind a deep crater.

But when the attack landed...

With a loud clang, sparks exploded, and the tomb remained untouched.

“What?” Bian Wenzhou stared in disbelief.

He inspected the grave carefully, there was no spirit energy, no formation formation. It seemed utterly ordinary.

“Try again,” Xu Zimo said, smiling faintly.

Bian Wenzhou nodded and focused. This time, he poured all his strength into it.

Spirit energy churned around him as his black sword trembled violently, surging with raw battle intent.

“Return to Silence, Slash!”

A black crescent of sword energy erupted forth.

This was a full-force strike, his strongest attack.

Yet the grave’s hardness defied all logic.

The sword energy rebounded once again.

“Master Xu, what’s going on?” Bian Wenzhou asked, bewildered.

“It’s as if something keeps blocking my power.”

“It’s a spatial barrier,” Xu Zimo replied.

“A wall separating one dimension from another.”

“I see,” Bian Wenzhou said, realization dawning.

“You mean beneath these tombs lies another world. The Sacred Flame Trinity are hiding inside it.”

“Not only the Sacred Flame Trinity,” Xu Zimo said quietly. “Blade Tyrant as well.”

Then his gaze darkened.

“But it seems Blade Tyrant’s true identity… is far more complicated than just the Lord of Stone Flame City.”