I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2271 - 2270: World of Yin Energy, Do You Also Wish to Challenge Heaven?

To have gained dominion over the souls of all creatures—even if it remains uncertain whether their lives and deaths are truly under his command—this alone represents an astonishing accomplishment.

And from this, much can be derived.

Thus, the Lord of the Dead Spirits stands as an exceedingly perilous entity.

Because the moment an individual harbors discontent, all manner of things will inevitably emerge from it.

It's akin to someone brandishing nuclear armaments, ceaselessly provoking others—they become a walking harbinger of disaster.

The Lord of the Dead Spirits perfectly embodies such a disposition.

He governs the souls of all beings, and despite a surface demeanor of gentleness and amiability, he skillfully conceals his true depths.

Most notably, the Netherworld Realm—an inaccessible domain for ordinary mortals; only the departed can enter.

And even should one succeed in entering, escape becomes an impossibility.

This inherent characteristic is why the Netherworld Realm has perpetually remained an enigma.

Should the Lord of the Dead Spirits undertake any action, it is highly probable that others will find it exceedingly difficult to ascertain.

Indeed, the clandestine orchestrators behind the scenes can no longer remain passive.

Capitalizing on the current convergence of the Nine Domains, an entity disseminated information, skillfully diverting the attention of all towards the Netherworld Realm.

This strategic move unequivocally demonstrates that the Lord of the Dead Spirits is far from idle.

Previously, when Xu Zimei encountered Candle Dragon and the other Dominators, truth be told, none of them dared to initiate such a maneuver.

This restraint was precisely how they maintained equilibrium with the Holy Court.

... …

Upon hearing Xu Zimei's pronouncements at this juncture, The Four Elders of Annihilation let out a chuckle and responded, "Since the genesis of the Nine Domains, the Netherworld Realm has been in existence."

"And ever since our Domain Master, the Lord of the Dead Spirits, assumed stewardship of this domain, all operations have proceeded and cycled in accordance with the Heavenly Dao."

"Regarding our worthiness or qualifications—I firmly believe we possess them."

Xu Zimei emitted a soft, amused laugh.

He articulated, "You would not grasp the intent. As long as the Lord of the Dead Spirits can perceive my words, I am confident he will comprehend them intrinsically."

At this precise moment, Xu Zimei's gaze penetrated the entirety of the pervasive black mist.

Ultimately transcending the boundless void, it began to probe in every conceivable direction.

Given that there were matters The Four Elders of Annihilation were disinclined to disclose, his only recourse was to investigate independently.

Finally, despite the meticulous concealment of certain elements, Xu Zimei managed to unearth something out of the ordinary.

Disregarding any discussion with The Four Elders of Annihilation, he directly ventured forth into the open air.

The Four Elders of Annihilation exchanged significant glances.

One individual inquired, "Ought we to impede his progress?"

"By what means? You are no match for him."

"Moreover, the Patriarch has yet to issue a decree. Our role is simply to observe and comply."

The group then trailed behind Xu Zimei, traversing the seemingly endless expanse of black mist.

The true dimensions of this island remained unknown; even with Xu Zimei's accelerated pace, he found himself unable to reach its periphery for a considerable duration.

It bore a striking resemblance to Heaven Edge being tantalizingly close, yet just beyond reach.

However, upon his eventual arrival, Xu Zimei was utterly astounded by the spectacle that greeted him.

He observed that this landmass could no longer be accurately categorized as a mere island.

It more closely resembled an infinite, self-contained world.

Here, the oppressive black mist no longer obstructed vision.

Instead, it transmuted into elegant pavilions and towering structures, quaint villages and bustling towns; edifice after edifice ascended directly from the ground.

The black mist further reshaped itself into formidable mountains and expansive ranges, majestic rivers and sprawling terrains unfolding with breathtaking grandeur.

The black mist additionally reformed into a colossal sun and a radiant moon; the cycles of day and night intertwined, calamitous events transformed into auspicious signs, and ethereal vapors surged skyward.

This black mist appeared omnipotent, capable of manifesting into every conceivable element of the world.

Within this boundless World of Black Mist, it was as if the mist itself had coalesced into tangible form, meticulously crafting an entire realm.

An underworld.

Xu Zimei had genuinely not anticipated the interior to be structured in such a manner.

Upon closer scrutiny, one would discern that the black mist possessed the capacity to transmute into all things, yet it alone was incapable of manifesting into living entities.

The inhabitants of the Myriad Clans, the delicate blossoms, the verdant grasses, and the majestic trees.

Anything possessing life was beyond the black mist's transformative capabilities.

But one must not overlook the location—the Netherworld Realm is certainly not deficient in life.

The realm itself constitutes the underworld; life itself comprises the souls of the departed.

Thus, all manner of living beings converged, collectively fashioning a complete and intricate world.

Witnessing this panorama, The Four Elders of Annihilation maintained a palpable sense of calm; after all, they were privy to the established order of this place.

Xu Zimei, however, remained considerably impressed.

"Your ambition is truly boundless."

He proceeded along the principal thoroughfare of this world.

He noted that the entities traversing this street seemed utterly oblivious to his presence, as though separated by the veil of Yin and Yang.

"From whence did these beings originate?"

Xu Zimei harbored a distinct sense of curiosity.

Following a person's demise and the subsequent entry of their soul into the Netherworld, through which specific channel, and by what precise means, does it actually arrive within the Netherworld?

Xu Zimei found himself quite curious at this juncture. However, this curiosity seemed intrinsically linked to the mysteries of the Netherworld Realm, and even when queried, The Four Elders of Annihilation maintained a complete lack of knowledge. Thus, Xu Zimei resolved to investigate on his own.

His Divine Soul extended outward, meticulously scanning every facet of this world, pushing his Divine Sense to its absolute limit. Before long, an anomaly became apparent. If the pervasive black mist of the Netherworld Realm originated from this very island-world, then the source from which this island-world's mist emerged was, itself, another distinct location. This particular place, however, proved exceedingly peculiar. Despite Xu Zimei's honed perception, he found himself unable to penetrate its depths. Even with his utmost exertion, the sources of the black mist remained like an impenetrable, thick ink, obscuring all. This was a profoundly unnerving realization, considering the rarity of anything capable of obstructing Xu Zimei's perception in the current era.

Just as Xu Zimei's interest piqued and he prepared to personally investigate this unusual phenomenon, a commanding voice echoed from the void, halting him: "That's far enough. Stop right there."

Xu Zimei immediately recognized the voice, identifying it as belonging to the Lord of the Dead Spirits. Having met previously, a degree of familiarity existed between them. "So, you've finally emerged. I was beginning to wonder how long you intended to remain behind the scenes," Xu Zimei remarked with a smile.

The black mist above churned and coalesced, revealing a solitary figure. This individual stood upon the firmament, exuding an aura akin to a sovereign descending upon the world, surveying all below. "Some truths are best left as they are. There's no need to pull back the veil," the Lord of the Dead Spirits stated.

The black mist encircling his form was dense and profound, lending him the appearance of the very master of this realm. The instant of his manifestation caused all ambient black mist to roil and surge inexorably towards him. The presence of the Lord of the Dead Spirits was synonymous with Death itself. Prior rumors had circulated, suggesting the Lord of the Dead Spirits was, in fact, a Living Dead, though the full details remained obscure, even to Xu Zimei.

In truth, Xu Zimei's preceding actions had been a deliberate provocation, a subtle test orchestrated to gauge the Lord of the Dead Spirits. Had this Netherworld Realm held no profound secrets, the Lord of the Dead Spirits would likely have permitted his unrestricted exploration. However, the inevitable intervention indicated the presence of significant hidden truths, confirming Xu Zimei's suspicions: both the Netherworld Realm and its enigmatic ruler harbored terrors and secrets of immense consequence.

"If you have something to convey, speak plainly. Some boundaries, even you, cannot breach," the Lord of the Dead Spirits declared, gesturing with his hand. Instantly, the surrounding environment dissolved. The Four Elders of Annihilation, and indeed the expansive world sculpted from black mist, vanished as if they had never existed. The surrounding darkness gathered anew, completely enveloping both Xu Zimei and the Lord of the Dead Spirits, leaving nothing visible in any direction. This act was clearly intended to ensure absolute discretion.

Xu Zimei responded with a knowing smile, "Do you also seek a Heaven Challenge?"