I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1810 - Three Blossoms Cultivating The Soul, Three Selves Cultivating The Spirit

The power faced forceful compression.

Xu Zimo sensed the spacetime edicts inside his body twisting through some mysterious shift.

One mystery had long puzzled him: precisely what set apart a Three Blossoms stage cultivator from a standard Dao Fruit stage cultivator in the Infinite Dao Realm?

Edicts stood as the ultimate peak of this world, with everything circling around them.

In the Grand Emperor and Saint Sovereign realms, cultivators forged Nomological Truths that evolved into Primal Dao, then Primal Dao morphed into Primordial Edicts within the Infinite Dao Realm—pure qualitative leaps.

Yet what evolution did Three Blossoms cultivators experience?

Previously, Xu Zimo remained unaware, having blossomed only two of the three flowers. The Celestial Blossom still awaited its moment.

Now, as spacetime power reshaped itself, he detected a profound alteration brewing within.

He probed deeply with his senses.

Finally, certainty struck: his soul was evolving.

Three Blossoms honed the soul.

Dao Fruit stage powerhouses refined the body. Three Blossoms stage warriors tempered the soul. Three Selves stage experts forged the primordial spirit.

Truth be told, by Dao Fruit stage, one had grasped edicts—the deadliest force around. No further qualitative jumps seemed feasible.

That force instead hammered the flesh, crafting the mightiest physique across existence. Thus emerged the Dao Fruit cultivator.

Edicts of heaven and earth, wielded to refine the body.

His soul had served him well in the Grand Emperor days, marked by the God World’s imprint. Soul strength? Unmatched.

But as his might surged ever higher, soul reliance dwindled.

Simple reason: soul growth crawled to a halt, outdated as a weapon.

Xu Zimo favored raw dominance, fused with Ten Primordial God-Scriptures or his own inventions.

With Three Blossoms progressing steadily now, soul evolution dawned as a potent path once more.

He quietly devoured every trace of spacetime power.

Truthfully, one peach alone couldn’t spark another bloom.

No haste needed. At the Peach Banquet, supreme peaches might propel him forward.

“Let’s go,” Xu Zimo smiled, eyes snapping open as he exhaled deeply.

Wang Ya and her brother gave firm nods.

Still, Wang Ya appeared reluctant, words hovering on her tongue.

“What’s on your mind now?” Xu Zimo inquired.

“That Qin Guan…” Wang Ya started.

“What about him?” Xu Zimo asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Should we… steer clear of him for the moment?” Wang Ya voiced after a brief pause.

“Oh? Impressive backing?” Xu Zimo chuckled.

“Treasure Lineage ranks among the mightiest of the Eighteen Lineages, trailing only the Queen Mother’s Immortal Lineage. It holds second place,” Wang Ya confirmed with a nod.

“Qin Guan serves as Treasure Lineage’s Saint Son. His designs on Zhao Qiuyi are no secret. You’ve already crossed the Forging Crane Lineage. Piling on foes could overwhelm even the Saintess’s protection.”

Such concerns truly weighed on Wang Ya.

Xu Zimo’s personal prowess? She dismissed it lightly. Strong he might be, but in Jade Court, even Infinite Dao masters treaded carefully—let alone a youth like him.

“Never intended to lean on Ye Qingcheng,” Xu Zimo denied with a headshake.

“Qin Guan holds no grudge against me. Him stirring trouble would be sheer nonsense. Plus, I seized that peach tree first. Zhao Qiuyi arrived after. Jade Court can’t be that unjust.”

Wang Ya opened her mouth again, but Xu Zimo cut her off.

“Enough. I arrived in good faith. Reason with those who will; for the rest, I’ve got non-reasoning tricks up my sleeve.”

“Stay cautious then,” Wang Ya advised with a nod. “We don’t mind getting implicated. Plant Lineage’s fate is sealed anyway. Stakes mean little now.”

…

Deeper into the Peach Orchard they pressed.

Disciples grew thicker along the path, peach trees turning ever stranger.

Some raged wildly, slaying all in sight. Such frenzied ones stayed sealed away.

At last, the Peach Orchard’s core unfolded before them.

The sight stunned with grandeur.

No stray peach trees cluttered the heart. Purple earth thrummed like thunderous plains. Lilac lightning bolts snapped through the atmosphere.

Some bolts twisted into serpentine dragons, cavorting wildly across the void.

Ahead stood a colossal peach tree piercing between heaven and earth.

The peach tree possessed an immense size. Its trunk demanded the embrace of at least a hundred people to surround it fully, while its roots sank profoundly into the ground.

Every root resembled a mighty dragon in coils. Innumerable roots embedded themselves into the precious earth. Even the slightest shift from it could devastate the whole Peach Orchard.

Gazing skyward, the peach tree brimmed with dense branches and foliage.

The whole tree gleamed in profound purple hues. Each branch and leaf appeared forged from pure lightning.

Perched at the tree's summit hung three peaches.

Every peach displayed a unique spectacle.

One peach resembled a fragile newborn baby, soft and pale, seemingly wailing at the top of its lungs.

Another peach unfolded visions of mountains and oceans, illusory reflections of blooms, majestic summits, tranquil lakes, endless seas, and crashing tides.

The final peach harbored the sun and moon radiating in unison, twinkling stars, and infinite radiance bathing the skies.

These three peaches embodied utterly distinct worlds and atmospheres.

Right then, a captivating sweet fragrance wafted from them, making countless onlookers gulp instinctively.

“The peaches have ripened,” someone whispered.

“I remember the last time these peaches ripened, it was Saintess Ye who picked them,” a disciple remarked with respect.

“That’s right. Saintess Ye was chosen as Jade Court’s Saintess because she picked peaches from this tree.”

“That’s not accurate,” someone countered. “Ye Qingcheng becoming Saintess had nothing to do with the peach tree. Back then, she only picked one peach.”

The crowd buzzed with endless chatter, debates clashing vigorously.

Upon Xu Zimo's arrival, familiar figures caught his eye.

Saintess Qing of the Heavenly Luan Lineage was there, along with Zhao Jinwu from the Fire Crow Lineage, and Zhao Qiuyi from the Ice Lineage.

No one from the Forging Crane Lineage appeared.

Though Jade Court consisted of eighteen lineages, factions clearly thrived within. Every Lineage banded into its own circle.

Beyond the trio of clusters led by those three prominent individuals, Xu Zimo spotted three additional groups.

These hailed from other lineages.

Among them loomed a robust man in a black sleeveless vest, muscles rippling across his frame. He towered nearly three meters high.

Thanks to Wang Ya’s explanation, Xu Zimo discovered this youth was called Demon Peak, the Saint Son of the Giant Mountain Lineage.

A woman clad in purple leather attire, her face caked in bold makeup, also stood out. Purple lips curved on her face, phoenix eyes pierced sharply, with violet wings sprouting from her back.

She belonged to the Witch Crow Lineage.

The final figure seemed utterly ordinary like any human, save for the sun and moon etched at the center of his forehead.