I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2424 - 2423: Dual Saints Technique, the Immortal Lord's Path

Above the firmament of the entire Holy Court.

Demonic Qi shrouds everything, countless forces clash and surge toward the heavens and earth.

Led by Xu Zimei.

This too is a force capable of obliterating any faction.

One might say that those in the Nine Domains World who are restless and refuse to sink into oblivion have all come.

If the Holy Court wins this battle.

Then, I'm afraid, several eras hence, it will be difficult for anyone to rise up and challenge the heavens.

To put it simply, this time Xu Zimei has gathered everyone who wishes to defy the heavens.

It's practically half of the Nine Domains World.

Ever since the Empress's failed attempt at challenging the heavens, the Nine Domains World hasn't been this lively.

The Holy Ancestor gently closed his eyes.

A vast force burst forth from around him.

"Buzz buzz buzz…"

It seemed as if the chant of the Great Dao was sounding.

Suddenly, an arm grew from the center of the Holy Ancestor's brow.

The hand emerged from his brow, with a mouth growing in its palm.

It could be described as an exceedingly bizarre scene.

"I can make the decision — if anyone withdraws now, I can overlook past offenses."

The mouth in the hand spoke.

"If you persist in blindness, once heavenly wrath descends, I'm afraid the chance for repentance will be lost forever."

Just as the words fell from the hand, a crimson flame suddenly descended from the sky, aiming directly at the Holy Ancestor.

The mouth in the hand suddenly sucked upwards, actually absorbing the flames entirely into it.

"Explode," came a dignified voice from the void.

In an instant, the absorbed flames erupted like a volcanic explosion.

Though it didn't cause much harm to the mouth in the hand, it brought great disgrace to the opponent.

This made the Holy Ancestor extremely angry.

He glanced up at the instigator of the flames.

It turned out to be Candle Dragon from the Blazing Flame Realm.

Candle Dragon appeared as the Fire God manifest, the sea of fire around him surged, fiery waves crashing in.

He sneered coldly, "Holy Ancestor, at this time are you still trying to sway hearts and break our spirit? You deserve death."

Know that the recent offer to surrender seemed to have little effect.

But once people began to leave, it would create a chain reaction.

It's like soldiers fleeing in battle.

The principle that defeat is like a collapsing mountain is evident.

Now, everyone is united as one, striving together—how could they let this momentum be interrupted?

Candle Dragon directly initiated this.

Upon hearing Candle Dragon's words, before the Holy Ancestor could reply, someone beside him already expressed dissatisfaction.

"Candle Dragon, you may be the leader of your domain, but in front of our master, you're still far inferior."

"You are unqualified to speak with him. If you wish to fight, we two will accompany you in battle."

The speakers were a man and a woman.

The man was Huang Tian, and the woman was Qing Tian.

The Holy Ancestor had three disciples.

Haotian was previously slain by Xu Zimei, leaving only Huang Tian and Qing Tian.

Their strength wasn't weak, and they could be said to vaguely surpass the former Haotian.

Huang Tian practiced the Way of the Dual Saints.

Qing Tian was following the Path of Ruthlessness.

As soon as Huang Tian made his move, the momentum became extraordinary.

Two saintly shadows emerged behind him.

One shadow had long white whiskers, and an extraordinary temperament.

One shadow was red-faced and pot-bellied, yet in harmony with Taoist Technique.

This Dual Saints Technique was a Divine Method created by the Holy Ancestor himself.

Especially crafted for this disciple, demonstrating his fondness for Huang Tian.

As for the other Qing Tian woman.

She held a weapon in each hand.

Left hand wielded the Ruthless Sword, right hand wielded the Sentimental Bow.

Single-handedly drawing the bow, single-handedly striking with the sword.

Their strength was formidable, strong enough to truly match Candle Dragon in battle.

Firstly, they were the Holy Ancestor's direct disciples.

One could say they enjoyed all of the Holy Court's resources.

Their status in the Holy Court wasn't lower than the Thirty-Six Holy Emperors.

In a way, they were akin to the Holy Ancestor's top officials.

Their blows were fierce, overshadowing the sun and moon, with the Dual Saints posture combining ruthlessness, clashing with Candle Dragon instantly.

People didn't pay much attention to the battle with Candle Dragon and others.

Xu Zimei looked at the Holy Ancestor and Immortal Lord.

Around him, demonic energy swirled violently, the Tyrant Shadow in his hand now fully transformed into the shape of the Demonic Blade.

"Are the two of you prepared to die?"

"Demon Lord, you are already a failure. Even if you try again, it would merely mean dying once more."

The Immortal Lord sneered.

His celestial energy soared in hand.

The Immortal Gate slowly opened behind him.

This Immortal Gate was his True Fate, merging with his Divine Soul.

Celestial energy shot to the sky, and the majestic Power of the Great Dao made those present wary.

The Immortal Lord had broken through Ten Million Great Dao.

One might even say his path had traversed further than any other present.

Not even the Lord of the Dead Spirits could compare to him.

It was known to all that the Holy Ancestor of the Holy Court was genuinely invincible.

He was the foremost under the Hundred Million Daos.

But the Immortal Lord's strength had always remained inconspicuous.

Yet now, it seemed he was by no means lesser than the Holy Ancestor.

...…

For the Immortal Lord, it was the most unforgettable day of his life.

Originally, he was just a cowherd.

Despite his humble origins, he aspired to be the legendary Immortal.

An Immortal pats my head, weaves hair, granting eternal life.

One day, during his cattle herding, he discovered a cave.

From within that cave, he received a legacy left by an unknown existence.

From then on, he embarked on the immortal path.

Unlike other cultivation methods, this immortal path was entirely different.

The cultivation method, the grade division, were all unlike ordinary cultivators.

He was like a sponge, desperately craving moisture.

His aptitude wasn't great, but he cultivated diligently, often pushing his body to its limits before resting.

Thus, he trained day after day.

Eventually, the Immortal Lord succeeded in cultivation and began to venture far.

He sought other immortal paths, desiring to forge his own path.

Centuries passed.

He suddenly realized something sorrowful.

The end of the immortal path was a dead-end.

This world had many paths of cultivation.

But some paths were viable, recognized by the masses, propagated over time.

Yet other paths were dead-ends.

Predecessors had only developed them to this point.

As for the subsequent part of the path, you must forge it yourself.

You become the ancestor paving the way.

The Immortal Lord felt confused by the immortal path, yet refused to yield, unwilling to transition to alternative paths.

But a dead-end was truly treacherous.

Creating a new path of cultivation was similarly challenging.

Years passed, the Immortal Lord squandered time but gained nothing.

He sensed aging, felt the dwindling of his life.

On the day of his reckoning, he roared at the sky.

Throughout his life, he had sought immortality.

Yet ultimately, he discovered no immortals existed in this world.

At this moment, the Heavenly Dao appeared.

It bestowed upon the Immortal Lord a brand new path.

A completely accessible, thoroughly reasonable immortal path.