I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1127 - 1126 Chaotic Cloud Stream, Old Monarch Temple

Chapter 1127 -1126 Chaotic Cloud Stream, Old Monarch Temple

The Nine Domains have always deeply abstained from the Demon Race. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Even ordinarily, people tend to avoid discussing the Demon Race.

Much of the population within the Nine Domains detests and despises the Demon Race profoundly.

In this world known as the Catastrophe Demon Domain, however, the Demon Race is revered, with no one opposing them.

They have notified the Nine Domains for many years now.

From the ancient Ancient Era, the Demon Race has been the rulers of the Catastrophe Demon Domain.

Their roots here are deep-seated and profoundly influential.

At this moment, in a void space within the Catastrophe Demon Domain.

This place is enveloped by the dense Demonic Qi, a thick blackness covering everything.

It’s as if it had been silent for countless years.

An ancient existence suddenly awoke, saying faintly, “He… finally arrived, huh.”

The void remained silent for a long while, no one responded.

That voice continued to speak: “I knew, one day he would come.

Because he is the greatest Demon King in this world.”

As the voice ceased, another voice beside it promptly followed.

“Then what about our destiny?”

“Everything has its fate, not the slightest bit controlled by us,” the voice sighed.

……

Xu Zimei entered the Chaotic Cloud Stream.

The mountain path was rugged, with wild grass growing beneath his feet.

It wasn’t long before Xu Zimei heard a voice not far from him.

“Five cranes come from the northwest, soaring high to the Great Clear.

Immortals atop the green clouds, proclaiming their serene fate.

…

I desire to inquire, but they dash off like falling stars.

Longing to feast on Golden Light Grass, to share longevity with the heavens.”

He listened as the person was singing the verses in a strange way, the voice loud and clear, echoing through the entire stream.

Xu Zimei looked up to find that this person was merely a woodcutter.

Carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, dressed in a gray short-sleeve shirt, and he had a straw hat atop his head.

After walking a distance, he would wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Then, humming the poem, he continued walking towards the distance.

Xu Zimei frowned slightly because in his senses, this man was just an ordinary person.

There wasn’t a trace of Spiritual Energy fluctuation inside him.

How could an ordinary person appear in such a place.

…

“Excuse me, young man ahead, please wait a moment,” Xu Zimei shouted.

Hearing the shout, the woodcutter stopped, looking around until finally noticing Xu Zimei approaching from afar.

“What is it?” asked the woodcutter.

“I’m a bit lost, could you tell me where this place is?” Xu Zimei asked with a smile.

“Oh, did you come from the north?” the woodcutter replied.

“This is Chaotic Cloud Village, where are you heading?”

“Valley of a Hundred Flowers,” Xu Zimei replied.

“We don’t have Valley of a Hundred Flowers here, are you sure you didn’t go to the wrong place?” the woodcutter asked, puzzled.

“Who taught you that poem?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Up the mountain in the Daoist temple, there are Immortals, I hear their disciples reciting it every morning, so I learned it,” the woodcutter responded.

“Is the Daoist temple just above that ascending ladder?” Xu Zimei pointed in a direction and asked.

The woodcutter nodded slightly.

Xu Zimei gave the woodcutter another look, then took a step and sprinted up towards the ascending ladder.

His speed was very fast, disappearing from the woodcutter’s sight within a few breaths.

“What an odd fellow,” the woodcutter shook his head slightly, then once more hoisted the firewood on his back, singing the poem as he walked forward.

…

The ascending ladder was very high.

Living up to its name of reaching the clouds.

It took Xu Zimei nearly half an hour of treading air before he arrived above.

As if he had reached the pinnacle of a mountain.

The area above is densely planted with pine trees.

Even now in the late autumn season, the evergreens remain vibrant and stand tall on the cliffside.

Enclosed by the pines, there lies a rather spacious and quaint Daoist hall.

The architectural style of the Daoist hall tends to be gray.

Rows of walls surround the hall, and the entrance features a gate much like that of an iron fence.

At this moment, the sound of a bell tolling can be heard from inside.

Two young men in Daoist robes stand guard at each side of the entrance.

Xu Zimei looks up and sees the characters for “Old Monarch Temple” inscribed on the hall.

Flanking it, there is a pair of couplets.

For three thousand springs and autumns, vast is the summit of inquiry.

Xu Zimei walks up the steps but is halted by the young Daoists on both sides.

“What business do you have?” asked the Daoist on the left.

“Just wanted to take a look around your Daoist hall,” Xu Zimei said.

“The Daoist hall is not receiving guests at the moment; please do return,” said the Daoist on the right, shaking his head.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a majestic voice suddenly emanated from inside the hall.

“Since he is a destined individual, let him come in.”

Hearing that voice, the two Daoists gave Xu Zimei a surprised glance.

Then, they brought their hands together and apart, and the heavy gates of the Daoist hall slowly opened.

“Please come in, sir.”

“A destined individual?” Xu Zimei was somewhat puzzled.

Nevertheless, he entered the Daoist hall.

The hall looks very large, yet many areas are empty; the actual number of halls and houses is not that high.

Below his feet were white stone steps, and not far from the steps, there was a clear river visible to the bottom.

The river flowed very slowly, with occasional fish jumping up.

Above the river stood a bridge made of white jade.

After Xu Zimei entered, the sound of ringing bells resumed in the hall.

The urgency of the sounds, one after another, resonated through the empty void.

Xu Zimei stepped onto the bridge, and on the other side was a notably prominent hall.

Dimly visible inside the hall were several figures.

Flanked by the lush pine trees, as he moved forward, he could now hear sounds coming from the hall.

“In ancient times, the four extremes were abandoned, the Nine States divided.

The heavens were not comprehensive, and the earth did not bear the load.

Fires blazed incessantly, waters surged ceaselessly.

Fierce beasts preyed on the innocent, and Fierce Birds seized the weakened.

…….”

Someone was instructing above, and below, the disciples of the Daoist hall read aloud in unison.

A solemn and awe-inspiring scene.

As Xu Zimei walked down the jade bridge, the reading suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

All the disciples stopped, their gazes turned toward the newcomer from outside.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Xu Zimei entered the main hall.

This hall was no different from ordinary halls.

Disciples stood in rows on both sides, with an elderly Daoist wearing a loose Daoist robe and holding a horsetail whisk sitting at the head.

The elderly Daoist had an extraordinary temperament, full of Taoist charm.

He stood tall with a long white beard.

“You have arrived,” before Xu Zimei could speak, the elderly Daoist took the initiative to say.

“You know me?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Of course, otherwise how could you have entered my Daoist hall,” the elderly Daoist said with a smile.

“Are you sure you haven’t mistaken me for someone else?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Why do I have no recollection of it at all?”

“Think carefully, you’ve been here before,” the elderly Daoist said.

“I have been here?” Xu Zimei paused, a frown subtly forming as he remembered nothing of the sort.

“Let it be, having been reborn, it is true that many memories are now absent,” the elderly Daoist sighed.

With a wave of the whisk in his hand,

Taoist charm spread out and he serenely spoke, “Today’s lessons are over, you all may leave.”