I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2241 - 2240: Serpent Musk Granny and the Undying Emperor

He harbored the ambition to forge a new race.

Historically, individuals with such aspirations were either hailed as heroes or branded as cowards.

I am curious to ascertain which category this so-called Nether King falls into.

Supreme Nine Suns continued, his voice carrying a weighty tone: "When I expelled the Netherworld, the Nether King remained in deep seclusion. Now that he has presumably emerged, he must be seeking retribution against me."

Supreme Nine Suns displayed no signs of alarm; he possessed unwavering confidence in his formidable strength.

Regardless of whether it was the Nether King, no one could impede his progress.

Furthermore, Supreme Nine Suns would not act rashly without fully grasping the situation.

"However, it appears the arrivals are not limited to merely the Nether King," Xu Zimei commented with evident interest.

The Nether King was well aware of Supreme Nine Suns' renowned abilities, thus, he had enlisted the company of allies for this confrontation.

They were all formidable figures hailing from the Ghost Tribe.

As this contingent drew nearer, a fierce gust of dark wind surged forth, akin to a tempest of flying sand and debris, transforming the bright day into an eerie twilight.

The oppressive wind whipped through the forest, causing the trees to thrash violently.

Towering trees were torn from their roots, their branches flailing like the limbs of dancing demons, swaying in a continuous, unsettling rhythm.

The wind's intensity was so extreme that it made it nearly impossible for one to keep their eyes open.

Gazing upwards revealed a sky completely obscured; looking down, the earth appeared suddenly blanketed in a layer of brown, as if its very life had been drained.

The land itself seemed devoid of vitality.

"Your Netherworld is precisely like this, bringing forth that which cannot ascend," Supreme Nine Suns scoffed coldly.

He planted his right foot firmly on the ground.

"Blazing suns, where are the encroaching shadows?"

In that very instant, numerous suns erupted from Supreme Nine Suns' being.

Each of these celestial bodies appeared to burst forth from within him, a manifestation of his profound understanding of solar power, meticulously refined.

As the suns ascended one by one, radiating intense heat and brilliant luminescence, the prevailing dark wind and oppressive gloom were utterly vanquished.

To the observers' astonishment, three figures materialized in the void above.

Each of these individuals exuded an aura that was both spectral and divine, capable of stirring the very soul.

A slight frown creased Supreme Nine Suns' brow.

His initial assumption was that only the Nether King would appear, a prospect he deemed manageable.

However, the Nether King had brought companions, and the formidable auras of the other two were on par with that of the Nether King himself.

"Nine Suns, you have claimed my Netherworld territory. I was in seclusion then, which afforded you the luxury of unchecked freedom. Now, we must settle this account in full."

The Nether King's voice was stern and demanding.

The Nether King was attired in a robe of an exceedingly deep purple, a hue that conveyed an unsettling sense of the macabre.

His features were strikingly demonic; his palms appeared to be shaped by a unique cultivation technique, forming the Nether King's signature claws.

With every breath he took, tendrils of black gas billowed from his nostrils.

"Is this Nether King also following a unique system? Forging his own path of Cultivation?" Xu Zimei inquired, a spark of curiosity in her voice.

Supreme Nine Suns gave a subtle nod.

He responded, "The Nether King harbors grand ambitions, intending to establish a new race. Naturally, this necessitates the development of the most suitable cultivation method."

"The Nether King's Cultivation technique is antithetical to mine; his desire is to transform all existence into Nether Soil."

"Within Nether Soil, life withers, and all sound ceases."

Desolation and lifelessness are the hallmarks of this state, embodying the Nether King's ultimate vision."

"The world has an inherent capacity to accommodate; whether it be the so-called Ghost Tribe or this recently emerged Nether Tribe, the world will invariably make room for their existence."

"A minimal expanse of Nether Soil would not pose a significant threat. However, the ambition to convert the entire world into Nether Soil is a path destined to fall short of its ultimate goal," Xu Zimei stated calmly.

Should the entire world be transformed into Nether Soil, no one else would need to intervene; Xu Zimei would be the very first to bring about his destruction.

After all, his fate was intrinsically linked to the Divine Continent; how could he permit anyone to bring ruin upon the world?

"Nine Suns, why remain silent? Are you overcome by fear?" the Nether King taunted again.

Supreme Nine Suns paid him no heed; the deep-seated animosity between them was irreconcilable, rendering further discourse superfluous.

His gaze shifted, focusing intently on the two formidable figures accompanying the Nether King.

Both were elders.

One elder was clad in a dark green, flowing robe, exuding a noxious aura that deterred any approach.

His countenance was marred by a multitude of pustules, presenting a fearsome and repulsive visage.

The other elder was an aged woman.

She held a serpent-headed staff, and wisps of silver hair cascaded from her temples. Most striking were her eyes, which, upon closer inspection, resembled those of an ancient, malevolent serpent.

"Esteemed guests, you are unlikely to originate from the Netherworld, are you?" Supreme Nine Suns inquired.

"This old woman is known as Serpent Musk Granny," the elder woman announced.

"And I am the Undying Emperor," the elder beside her promptly added.

Though he had never encountered them before, Supreme Nine Suns was acquainted with their respective titles.

Serpent Musk Granny was reputed to be an ancient serpent from ten thousand years prior.

Whispers suggested that Serpent Musk Granny's own grandmother was among the very first wave of cultivators in the world's history.

She could be recognized as the most ancient cultivator known to date.

Regarding the Undying Emperor, despite his formidable and imposing visage, the title of 'Undying' was undeniably fitting.

A kingdom known as the Great Wilderness existed in the northern territories.

During the Great Wilderness's prestigious examination, a young man secured the foremost position.

Gifted with ambition and considerable talent, this young man entered the imperial court with impeccable qualifications.

After enduring two decades of trials and tribulations, he ascended to the esteemed role of Prime Minister, holding sway over countless officials and basking in unparalleled glory.

However, by this juncture, the young man had grown weary of accolades and the pursuit of power, coming to believe that only eternal life held true permanence.

He perceived all other pursuits as fleeting and insubstantial.

Born with nothing, destined to leave with nothing.

Consequently, the young man relinquished his position as Prime Minister, embarking on a dedicated quest for immortality.

A century passed with the swiftness of a galloping steed, and he demonstrably forged his own unique path to eternal life.

Whether he achieved true unending existence was secondary; he lived for five millennia, his vitality undiminished.

Subsequently, the young man adopted the moniker 'Undying Emperor,' his fame echoing throughout the Divine Land.

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"My Righteous Sun Sect bears no enmity towards either of you," stated Supreme Nine Suns.

"There is no reason for you to provoke me."

"Nine Suns, while we may lack direct animosity, you must surely grasp the nature of mutually beneficial exchanges,"

replied Serpent Musk Granny.

"The Nether King has pledged that should we succeed in eliminating you, he will bestow upon me the inheritance of my grandmother, the very first Snake Venerable.

You must have heard that following my grandmother's demise, her legacy remained fractured, with a significant portion lost within her tomb.

Later, the Nether King managed to recover all of it."

As Serpent Musk Granny concluded her explanation, the Undying Emperor let out a peculiar, echoing laugh.

"Heh heh heh..."

"The Nether King has pledged to assist me in recasting my Third Lifetime. Therefore, Nine Suns, your demise is assured today."

Standing beside them, the Nether King appeared visibly agitated and impatient.

He spoke in a low tone, "Nine Suns, the cost incurred by this king to ensure your demise has been astronomical.

This was done solely to guarantee success."

"In the newly established Netherworld, any who dare to defy us shall face death."

Normally, a mere territorial dispute would not warrant such a fatal confrontation.

However, having only recently founded the Netherworld, the Nether King was under immense pressure, even severing ties with the Ghost Tribe to solidify his new domain.

At this critical juncture, the Netherworld necessitated a display of ruthless strength to assert its dominance and stability.