I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2293 - 2292: The True Treasure and the Manufactured Monster

He swiftly retrieved the cultivation technique wrapped in cloth from his grasp.

One was titled "Burning Corpse," and the other, "Blood Sea Scripture."

These two cultivation techniques were famously practiced by the Blood River Valley and the Corpse Burial Sect, respectively.

Both techniques were of exceptionally high grade.

However, their widespread dissemination meant that virtually anyone interested could attempt to cultivate them.

"Why do you require these two techniques?" Liu Ruyan inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Ever since the Moon-picking Fairy incident, Xu Zimei had earned Liu Ruyan's utmost trust, surpassing all others.

In the perilous environment of Demon City, having someone reliable was an invaluable asset.

"Do you know what occurs when these two techniques reach their ultimate potential?" Xu Zimei posed.

Liu Ruyan simply shook her head.

In truth, within the entirety of Demon City, neither the Blood River Valley nor the Corpse Burial Mound had ever witnessed anyone cultivate these techniques to their zenith.

The specific reasons remained elusive.

"You are aware of the three major factions in Demon City, are you not?" Xu Zimei continued.

Liu Ruyan gave a nod.

Despite the surrounding individuals' apprehension towards Xu Zimei, they were also keen to understand his intentions.

By antagonizing both the Blood River Valley and the Corpse Burial Mound simultaneously, was he aiming to conquer Demon City?

While the Blood River Valley and the Corpse Burial Mound were well-known entities, the Doomsday Temple had long remained reclusive.

It had neither emerged nor participated in the conflicts between the other two Demon City factions, resulting in scarce information about them.

As the veiled secrets of these three forces eventually came to light, the pervasive mystery shrouding Demon City would gradually lift.

Others present could not grasp Xu Zimei's meaning but dared not question him.

Xu Zimei held the two cultivation techniques and, with his hands, began to facilitate their evolution.

He had no intention of cultivating them himself.

Such techniques were deemed unworthy of his personal practice.

Through his hands' transformative influence, the two techniques commenced their self-cultivation process.

Upon reaching completion, the "Blood Sea Scripture" possessed the ability to generate boundless blood from nothingness.

Even when compressed to the size of a palm, the immense power contained within this Sea of Blood was undeniable.

If unleashed, it held the potential to instantly submerge the entirety of Demon City.

Complementing the Blood Sea Scripture, the "Burning Corpse" technique, upon reaching its pinnacle, manifested a distinct figure.

This figure was devoid of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, appearing utterly lifeless.

Yet, as this construct materialized, the Sea of Blood began to churn violently.

The vast expanse of blood surged into the figure.

Abruptly, the figure's eyes snapped open. Though incapable of speech or independent consciousness, it could move with volition.

"What is this?"

A stunned voice exclaimed.

Witnessing the unfolding spectacle, many were left bewildered.

No one could fathom the consequences when these two techniques were perfected.

"How can a sentient being manifest?"

"It appears lifeless, yet its presence is profoundly unsettling."

Under Xu Zimei's direction, the peculiar figure advanced towards Treasure Cliff.

Treasure Cliff was not imposing in height but had been saturated with the blood of the Blood River over countless years, its sanguine energy palpable.

The four corners, in particular, where four Holy Beasts were submerged within the Sea of Blood, amplified its formidable aura.

Beneath Treasure Cliff, the dense Blood River flowed like a colossal waterfall, cascading down from within.

This river demarcated a vast area, effectively splitting Demon City in two.

Ordinary individuals abstained from venturing near the Blood River waterfall.

Previously, some curious souls, pondering the potential of the Holy Beasts to bestow treasures, speculated that the Blood River waterfall might conceal something of immense value.

Could it be an inexhaustible treasure hoard?

Driven by avarice, countless individuals attempted to breach the waterfall's confines.

Yet, to this day,

none who entered had ever emerged alive.

Regardless of their power.

It was rumored that even a Dao Fruit powerhouse had ventured in, never to be seen again.

Over time, as more individuals vanished,

the waterfall gradually became regarded as a Forbidden Land.

Save for a few obstinate souls seeking their demise, no one dared approach.

Now, as they observed Xu Zimei commanding the strange figure toward the waterfall,

a hush fell over the crowd, eyes wide, fixedly observing the dramatic turn of events.

"Plop..."

The peculiar figure, unable to traverse the Blood River mid-air, directly plunged into its depths.

This constructed being bore no discernible unusual traits, appearing akin to an ordinary mortal.

However, its surreal genesis sparked widespread fascination.

"It's finished. Drowned by the Blood River, climbing out will be an arduous task."

"Have no fear. Since this lord undertook this action, he must harbor a deeper strategy. Let us refrain from hasty conjecture."

A murmur of discussion arose.

Suddenly, a voice cried out.

"Look! The strange figure is ascending!"

All eyes shifted downwards, witnessing the anomalous figure unaffected by the Blood River, walking upon the water's surface against the powerful current.

Ascending step by step towards the summit of Treasure Cliff, the water beneath his feet transformed into solid ground, providing a stable platform for his advance.

"What's happening right now?"

"Could the Blood River of Treasure Cliff be experiencing a malfunction?"

Some onlookers mused along these lines.

Others, driven by greed, rushed headlong into the waterfall.

Unfortunately, the Blood River was not malfunctioning; those who entered were instantly consumed upon contact with its surface, vanishing without a trace.

This gruesome spectacle sent shivers down everyone's spines.

It also served to quell the restless ambitions of many present.

"Let's not act rashly. We should observe and see what exactly he intends to accomplish,"

some individuals with calmer minds advised.

Then, the mysterious figure continued his strange walk, his form gradually being engulfed by Treasure Cliff, piece by piece.

However, this process of absorption was remarkably slow.

The entirety of Treasure Cliff seemed to be subjected to immense pressure, and the four Holy Beast statues appeared on the verge of animation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At this critical juncture, the four Holy Beasts let out continuous, earth-shattering roars.

Finally, as the pressure reached its apex, a thunderous sound echoed through the area.

The four Holy Beast statues disintegrated completely.

From within, a surge of blackness erupted.

This dark miasma coalesced above the Blood River, initiating a slow, counter-clockwise rotation.

"Look! Something appears to be rising from the center,"

someone pointed towards the core of the swirling river, exclaiming.

"It's a treasure chest! A black box!"

Absolutely no one had anticipated such an extraordinary occurrence.

With the appearance of the treasure chest, the crowd was almost driven into a frenzy.

Many gazed upon it with intense longing.

For they all understood that a treasure chest manifesting in such a manner must undoubtedly contain something of immense value.

Some individuals felt a surge of covetous desire.

Yet, intimidated by Xu Zimei's overwhelming might, they hesitated to make a move.

Numerous pairs of eyes exchanged meaningful glances.

Each hoping that someone else would be the first to step forward.