I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2413 - 2412: Inheritance Returned to the Body, Dragon Python Sent to the Cliff

The world he created was hollow, lacking a soul.

In the end, he realized that the so-called space... was just the most basic attribute of a world's composition.

Besides space, there were many other things needed.

The Ten Great Ancient Gods took ten different paths, but ultimately all were utterly defeated, and none succeeded.

Xu Zimei sensed the message coming from those spatial eyes.

He felt an indescribable emotion.

In those lofty years, in the ancient river of time, there were people who transcended themselves, treading on paths no one had walked before.

They pursued the Great Dao of Immortality, transcending the Dao.

It was a vast, awe-inspiring, yet mournful affair.

Everything was like a fleeting glance, and finally, Xu Zimei's vision abruptly stopped, and he returned to reality.

He discovered the inheritance of the Space Ancient God was leaping toward him.

This inheritance was so enthusiastic.

Especially for him, the inheritance could be obtained by anyone who could comprehend space and gain the approval of the Ancient Gods.

But because Xu Zimei already held other Ancient God inheritances.

The recognition from the Space Ancient God Di Jiang for him was exceptionally high.

Between Ancient Gods, there was a mutual admiration.

They were a group that would gladly die after witnessing the Dao.

Their inheritances carried such a will.

As the inheritance entered Xu Zimei's body.

Xu Zimei discovered that his understanding and application of space had suddenly transformed.

He could distinctly perceive and articulate this change.

He closed his eyes, absorbing the power contained within the inheritance.

Space, both a flow of invisible, untouchable air, yet when condensed, it forms an entire realm of space.

It's a versatile, truly infinitely beneficial power.

The banishment of space can construct worlds infinitely, ensuring someone can never return.

The confinement of space can apply tens of thousands layers of sealing, trapping someone eternally.

Moreover, space also poses significant resistance when in motion.

Especially for Xu Zimei.

After mastering both space and time.

If he desired to go somewhere, his speed was amplified at least tenfold.

At his level, the power can multiply; it is imaginable how remarkable this is!

At this moment, Xu Zimei slowly opened his eyes.

The view before him was different.

Previously, when observing the banished space ahead, he could only see void; through perception, he could only sense the boundless spatial wall.

But now, after just a glance.

The foundation, underlying logic, and structure of infinite space were all visible to him.

He seemed to see a path.

A path connecting to the outside world.

This so-called banishment was trivial.

......

At this moment within the Holy Court.

The Holy Ancestor sat high upon the Holy Throne.

This Holy Throne was situated in front of the entrance of the Kirin Hall.

This Kirin Hall was extraordinary, being the most famous hall of the Holy Court.

When constructing this hall, its foundation was built using the skeletal framework of a Kylin.

As for its outer layer, it was covered with the Kylin's scales, emanating a gentle radiance and auspicious clouds.

One must realize how many scales a single Kylin possesses!

Building such a hall required sacrificing countless Kylins.

Besides, the entire hall was also shaped like a Kylin bowing its head and roaring, vivid and lifelike, exuding fierce might, as if it could come alive at any moment.

The Holy Ancestor sat on the Holy Throne, and behind him, the Kirin Hall towered over all.

Two gigantic Kylins lay by the hall's entrance.

They seemed to have been asleep for ages.

Before the Holy Ancestor, there were towering steps, over a thousand layers in total.

Descending the steps, the Thirty-Six Holy Emperors and Seventy-Two Holy Envoys stood among them.

Today was an extremely special day.

The Demon Lord, long considered a formidable enemy, was finally banished.

Despite countless preparations by the Holy Ancestor, the enemy was ultimately defeated.

Yet the Demon Lord's sudden appearance at the Holy Fall Pavilion shocked the Holy Ancestor.

He realized there was a traitor within the Holy Court.

After thorough investigation, the truth quickly surfaced.

It wasn't difficult to uncover.

First was Haotian, who dared to secretly transport blood food despite explicit prohibitions.

It was truly audacious, and his guilt was unforgivable.

But he had already been killed by Xu Zimei, leaving no way to pursue the matter.

Next was Fatty Wang of the food shop.

He was specifically in charge of transporting blood food.

Moreover, one chosen by Xu Zimei.

Ultimately, under interrogation, the trail pointed to the Dragon Python Holy Emperor.

At this point, the Holy Ancestor understood.

Why Xu Zimei could appear in the Holy Court and be valued by Fatty Wang.

The real manipulator behind everything was the Dragon Python Holy Emperor.

Currently, in front of Kirin Hall, the Holy Emperors and Holy Envoys stood on either side.

And in the middle, the Dragon Python Holy Emperor knelt alone.

Not that he wanted to kneel.

But the pressure from the Holy Ancestor was overwhelming.

He couldn't resist and involuntarily knelt down.

Though appearing very embarrassed, he still looked at the Holy Ancestor above with hatred, without an ounce of fear.

While others feared the Holy Ancestor, he alone was unafraid.

For hatred had overridden fear.

"Dragon Python," the Holy Ancestor spoke, his voice ethereal yet irresistible.

He asked, "Have I ever mistreated you?"

"The Holy Court granted you the position of Holy Emperor, placing you above 90% of this world.

With such high rank and power, why err against it?"

The Dragon Python Holy Emperor let out a cold laugh.

He asked, "Exalted Holy Ancestor, do you remember, hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Dragon Jiao Tribe that lived in Blood Fish Bay?"

"Perhaps you've already forgotten those ants. To you, their deaths meant nothing."

Upon hearing the Dragon Python Holy Emperor, the Holy Ancestor squinted slightly.

He had indeed forgotten.

For he had killed too many.

Some ants weren't even worth his notice.

But with the Dragon Python Holy Emperor's reminder, he quickly recalled.

Those Dragon Pythons, refusing to yield and resisting the Holy Court.

Later, he personally ended their entire race.

"So you're one of the surviving remnants," the Holy Ancestor understood, calmly replying.

"What's the difference between you and them?"

"Merely ant-like struggle."

"Do you think allying with the Demon Lord would avenge you?"

"Unfortunately, even the Demon Lord has been banished by me; you ants never realize just how insignificant you are."

The Dragon Python Holy Emperor gritted his teeth but couldn't retort.

He hadn't expected Xu Zimei to be banished so easily; the plan failed in the end.

"Take him to Thunder Cliff. Let him perish amidst billions of thunderbolts,"

The Holy Ancestor spoke blandly.

At these words, the hearts of everyone around trembled.