I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2235 - 2234: In Harmony with Heaven and Earth, the Spirit of All Things

Xu Zimei gave a shake of his head.

He brought out the pearl that was condensed by the Great Dao.

At this very moment, the Great Dao Pearl commenced its rotation, and the virtuous energy of filial piety transmuted into a stream of white luminescence, which was subsequently absorbed by the Great Dao Pearl.

It appears this Great Dao Pearl requires the absorption of various virtuous forces.

Much like extreme evil.

Only when all the wickedness in the world is consolidated can it achieve the status of ultimate evil.

Similarly, only when all the goodness in the world is united can it become the ultimate good.

After accumulating the benevolence, Xu Zimei inquired, "I just overheard you mention a Sect known as the Righteous Sun Sect. I also intend to journey there. Do you happen to know the route?"

"An Immortal wishes to travel to the Righteous Sun Sect?" Dong Heng responded swiftly.

"I am acquainted with the path; I once harbored thoughts of joining an Immortal Sect myself, but household duties, specifically caring for my mother, compelled me to abandon that pursuit of immortality."

Xu Zimei offered a slight nod.

He stated, "Merely indicating the correct direction suffices. Your duty lies with your mother’s care, thus a personal escort is unnecessary."

"After all, while your mother may be out of immediate peril, her advanced age and mortal nature remain."

"The natural cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death is inevitable."

Dong Heng comprehended; even without the anomalous celestial signs, his mother’s lifespan was drawing to a close.

Human existence is finite.

For mortals, in particular, life is even more transient and fleeting.

Departing the lodging, Dong Heng gestured towards a distant mountain peak veiled in mist.

From this vantage point, only the summit's silhouette was discernible, its finer details obscured by the pervasive atmospheric haze.

Dong Heng elucidated, "Proceed beyond our Rainflower Village along the main thoroughfare.

At the initial divergence, make a left turn; the Righteous Sun Sect lies at the termination of that path."

"However, with late autumn upon us, admittance into the Righteous Sun Sect at this juncture proves rather challenging.

Nevertheless, I presume for an Immortal such as yourself, this should pose no obstacle."

Exchanging farewells with Dong Heng, Xu Zimei set off in the direction of the main road.

A sense of curiosity arose within him, pondering the specific nature of benevolence the Righteous Sun Sect embodied.

Perhaps a profound form of compassion?

Yet, this seemed unlikely, as from the perspective of the Heavenly Dao, the Supreme Nine Suns had demonstrably performed numerous commendable acts.

Shortly after leaving the confines of Rainflower Village, the meteorological conditions above began a noticeable shift.

The heavens grew overcast with dark, heavy clouds, signaling an impending deluge.

Xu Zimei remained unperturbed by the change.

He continued along the main road and soon reached a crossroads.

"Pit-a-pat…"

At this precise instant, the sky could no longer contain its burden, and torrents of rain began to descend in sheets, pattering relentlessly upon the earth.

Conveniently, a sheltered pavilion stood at the crossroads.

A few individuals were presently seeking refuge from the downpour within its confines.

Xu Zimei also sought shelter inside.

The pavilion was notably spacious, crowned with an umbrella-shaped roof.

At its center, a stone table was situated, though no accompanying stone seats were present.

A low, circular wooden railing enclosed the area.

Upon Xu Zimei’s entrance, two distinct groups were already occupying the space.

To the left, a quartet of young individuals – three males and one female – were gathered.

They all appeared to be in their early twenties.

The sole woman was clad in a light-yellow, flowing robe, while the men were dressed in blue robes; despite the varying colors, their attire shared a uniform design.

Their collective bearing suggested a shared affiliation.

The second group consisted of an elderly man and a young child.

The elder sported simple, unadorned linen clothing, his face a tapestry of wrinkles and lines.

The child accompanying him, no older than five or six, possessed a tender countenance and radiated vibrant life, appearing as delicate as if a gentle squeeze would yield a spurt of moisture.

These two parties occupied opposing sides of the pavilion, one to the left and the other to the right.

As Xu Zimei stepped inside, a young man from the left group exhibited a slight frown, betraying his evident displeasure.

He remarked, "Companion, there is scarcely any room remaining here."

This young man, identified as Wang Chuan, was a disciple of the Righteous Sun Sect.

However, his tenure within the sect was relatively recent, classifying him as a new disciple.

He was currently descending the mountain to visit his family and found his spirits dampened by the unexpected rain, further exacerbating his mood.

Compounding his irritation was a faint, peculiar odor emanating from the elder and child nearby.

The arrival of another individual prompted his curt remark.

"Senior brother, this pavilion is essentially communal space. Our master always instilled in us the principle of extending benevolence to all beings.

With such heavy rain descending, a slight adjustment to accommodate another is certainly permissible," the woman accompanying him offered, intervening with a calm tone.

This woman was also a recent inductee to the sect.

She too was en route to visit her family.

These four had joined the Righteous Sun Sect in the early spring of this year.

Having completed half a year of training, they all expressed a desire to return home for a visit.

Consequently, they had descended the mountain together on this occasion.

"Indeed, our Righteous Sun Sect's teachings advocate for benevolence towards the world," the other two disciples chimed in agreement.

Wang Chuan remained silent upon hearing their words.

He stepped aside, creating an opening for Xu Zimei.

However, Xu Zimei's true intention for entering wasn't related to these disciples.

With his cultivated abilities, remaining completely dry even under a torrential downpour was easily achievable.

He didn't actually require any shelter from the rain.

The primary reason for his presence over the last couple of days was, in fact, directed towards the elder and the child.

There was no ulterior motive, merely a profound fascination with the miraculous transformations of spirits between heaven and earth.

As is widely known, the Divine Continent presently hosts a myriad of clans, creating this vibrant world teeming with innumerable life forms.

Yet, certain creatures do not fall under the classification of these myriad clans.

They are exceedingly rare, almost to the point of scarcity.

The entirety of the world might possibly harbor only one or two such extraordinary beings.

These entities are typically encountered by chance rather than actively sought out, as their genesis is purely fortuitous, escaping any form of prediction or calculation.

"Where do the two of you hail from?" Xu Zimei inquired, a smile gracing his lips as he addressed the elder and the child.

"The world is our home; from anywhere we can come, and to anywhere we may go," the old man responded with a gentle smile.

A faint scent of decay emanated from the elder.

It was as though the twilight of his lifespan had arrived, signaling a diminishing of his life force.

Conversely, the child beside him radiated an aura of nascent life.

It was a vibrant vitality, a spring-like essence that seemed to awaken all it touched.

"What, in your opinion, is the ultimate destination of this rain?" Xu Zimei probed further.

"Rain originates from the heavens and ultimately returns to the heavens; that is its destined course," the old man stated with placid calmness.

"The final destination for all things lies between the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

Whether rain or any other form of existence, the principle remains the same."

Witnessing Xu Zimei and the old man engaged in such an esoteric exchange, the disciples of the Righteous Sun Sect nearby were left in a state of bewilderment.

"Are you perhaps journeying towards our Righteous Sun Sect?" Wang Chuan inquired proactively.

After all, at this particular juncture, the only path eastward led directly to the Righteous Sun Sect.

Wang Chuan's question was perfectly logical.

"The Righteous Sun Sect? I am actually hoping to have an audience with your Supreme Nine Suns," Xu Zimei declared.

"You must be jesting. Our founder is not an individual whom just any person can simply meet," Wang Chuan chuckled.

Xu Zimei turned his head, posing a question filled with evident curiosity, "What makes you so certain that my own standing is not comparable to that of your founder?"

Wang Chuan found himself momentarily speechless.

However, try as he might, he couldn't perceive Xu Zimei as being on par with their revered founder.

After all, what truly formidable expert would conduct themselves in such a manner?

Despite his inner reservations, Wang Chuan hesitated to offer a direct retort.

The core tenets of the Righteous Sun Sect emphasized benevolence towards the world and profound reverence for the heavens and the earth.

Wang Chuan was not an impetuous individual.

As the other party offered no further words, Xu Zimei redirected his attention, his gaze settling once more on the old man.

With a serene smile, he posed the question, "What brings you to this place?"