I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2409 2408: Haotian, Inside the Holy Fall Pavilion
When Xu Zimei stepped onto the Teleportation Array and it began to operate, he saw in the void the Heavenly Net Earthly Trap that had been laid down.
Lines of Formation, straight as laser beams, crisscrossed by the tens of thousands.
Dense and innumerable.
The connection of tens of millions of Formation lines was enough to imagine how vast the Formation set up around here was.
And on every single Formation line, Xu Zimei could sense endless killing intent.
He was somewhat glad he hadn't, in a fit of hot-headedness back then, chosen to launch a direct assault together with the Dragon Python Holy Emperor.
With his current strength, perhaps even this Formation might not be able to do anything to him.
But it would still entangle him, hinder him from obtaining the Space Ancient God's legacy, and once the Holy Ancestor and the others discovered something was wrong and rushed over—
The final decisive battle would probably begin ahead of time.
Xu Zimei did not fear it, but at present he was not prepared; it was not the best moment.
One must know that in a great war, even the slightest sliver of advantage is extremely important.
To start a battle in haste is not a wise choice.
At this moment, as the Teleportation Array kept shifting, Xu Zimei discovered that he himself was constantly shuttling through time and space.
One could say he was continuously traversing deeper layers of space.
As for which layer of space the Holy Fall Pavilion was actually in, Xu Zimei did not know.
Finally, after some time passed—
Xu Zimei felt the changes in space had lessened greatly.
And the flickering of his figure gradually came to a halt.
A Void Gate appeared again not far ahead.
Immediately after, the Void Gate opened on its own, and at the doorway two Iron Armed Guards walked over.
"Who allowed you to come over?" One of them sized Xu Zimei up and asked in a low voice.
"Manager Wang," Xu Zimei replied.
"He sent me over to deliver blood food."
"If you want to go in, you have to be searched," the two Iron Armed Guards didn't give Xu Zimei any chance to refuse.
They directly started searching along Xu Zimei's Mo Jiao hide.
However, Xu Zimei usually didn't carry things on him; important items he would even store inside the Divine Continent.
And with the Mo Jiao hide as cover on the outside, there was simply nothing for them to find.
"You're the Dragon Python Holy Emperor's guard?" During the search, one of the Iron Armed Guards couldn't help but ask.
Xu Zimei nodded slightly.
"So the Dragon Python Holy Emperor is planning to throw in with our First Highness?" the other guard asked with a smile.
Haotian was what they called the First Highness.
As the saying goes, where there are people, there is Jianghu.
Within this Holy Court, experts were as numerous as clouds, and in fact there was contention between the different systems as well.
Setting everything else aside, just the Holy Ancestor's Three disciples alone—
The eldest disciple Haotian, the second disciple Huang Tian, and the third disciple Qing Tian.
They each represented three different factions.
It was only because the Holy Ancestor and the Immortal Lord were suppressing them from above that the others couldn't stir up any big waves.
But that was only on the surface.
In the shadows, everyone was struggling for their own interests.
Take Haotian for example.
There was a group of people around him, all highly vigilant of the other two disciples.
They courted Holy Emperors and Holy Envoys.
Among the Thirty-Six Holy Emperors, some were willing to pledge themselves, while others chose to watch and wait.
And the Dragon Python Holy Emperor's status was very high; he had always been a existence Haotian's side wanted to win over.
But previously, in order to maintain his persona, the Dragon Python Holy Emperor did not join any side.
This time, Xu Zimei coming to deliver blood food in the capacity of a guard, in a certain sense, represented the Dragon Python Holy Emperor.
To the words of these two, Xu Zimei did not answer directly.
Instead, he smiled and said, "I don't know what my lord intends, but personally, I think very highly of Lord Haotian."
"As long as you join us, we're family," the two Iron Armed Guards patted Xu Zimei on the shoulder, indicating he could go in.
"Once you're inside, don't wander around or talk nonsense."
"If Lord Haotian asks you anything, you answer everything you know."
"If you offend the lord, no one will be able to protect you."
Xu Zimei nodded slightly.
Once he went inside, he discovered that the Holy Fall Pavilion contained a world of its own.
The interior was like the inside of a volcano, the temperature extremely high; an ordinary person coming in would probably be reduced to ash in an instant.
Xu Zimei had previously heard the Dragon Python Holy Emperor mention—
The Holy Ancestor had originally planned to forge this Holy Fall Pavilion into a Peerless Divine Weapon.
Unfortunately, because the meteorite carried impurities, he eventually abandoned the idea.
But since it was to be used to forge a weapon, it naturally could not do without flame.
And now, the high temperatures within this Holy Fall Pavilion came from the Fury of the Burning Heaven.
The Fury of the Burning Heaven was not a flame at the beginning, but a flower.
In the Extreme East of the Nine Domains, there was a Sea of the Lost. Though it was primarily water, after countless years of evolution, the water, having reached extreme yin, rebounded and actually gave birth to something of utmost yang.
The core of the Sea of the Lost was a sea of fire.
After millions of years of transformation, the sea of fire gradually underwent a strange change.
In ancient times, two tribes once fought above the Sea of the Lost, with innumerable casualties.
Their corpses' Evil Qi and blood merged into the sea of fire.
After being nurtured through several eras, under the Holy Ancestor's cultivation, a flower eventually bloomed.
The flower had six petals but no pistil, and within it grew a wisp of flame.
This was the embryonic form of the Fury of the Burning Heaven.
Later, the Fury of the Burning Heaven was subdued by the Holy Ancestor and used to refine this Holy Fall Pavilion.
After the Holy Fall Pavilion failed to be refined, the Holy Ancestor still did not take back this flame.
The scorching heat all around corroded everything.
Xu Zimei continued walking inward, and saw a sea of fire appear beneath his feet.
The fire sea was surging, viscous magma flowing, occasionally sending up waves; crimson flames crashed a thousand meters high, making one not dare to approach.
At the end of the flames stood a small shrine.
The shrine wasn't large, only big enough for one person, and Haotian was seated within.
In front of him was a flight of steps paved with bluestone slabs.
These steps floated above the magma.
One end of the steps was where Xu Zimei stood; at the other end, within the shrine, was Haotian.
"Where is the blood food?" Haotian looked at Xu Zimei and asked calmly.
Xu Zimei took out that blood bead.
Haotian glanced at it and frowned slightly.
He said coolly, "The quality of the blood food has been getting worse these last few times. Go back and tell Fatty Wang, if he doesn't want to do this anymore, there are plenty of people eager to serve me."
Xu Zimei did not respond to him, but instead used his Divine Sense to probe the surroundings, trying to locate the Space Ancient God's legacy.
"Put it down and you can leave," Haotian said faintly.
But Xu Zimei did not obey; instead, he grabbed the Blood Clan offering in one hand and crushed it directly.
Scarlet blood flowed unceasingly through his fingers.
Haotian was stunned for a moment.
He didn't react right away.
After all, he truly could not fathom how a slave would dare offend him with such audacity.
"You court death!" Once he came back to his senses, Haotian roared.
One must know that before this, he had been sitting in the shrine without revealing his face.
But Xu Zimei's action had enraged him.
He directly stretched out his right hand and slammed down viciously.
With that single move, the entire Sea of Blood erupted violently.