I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1128 - 1127: Thoughts of Several Hundred Million Years, Inside Flower Valley

Chapter 1128 -1127: Thoughts of Several Hundred Million Years, Inside Flower Valley

“Disciple, you may leave,” numerous disciples bowed and slowly walked out from the great hall.

Once everyone had left, the old Daoist then stood up and stepped down from the dais.

As he walked forward, his thin figure seemed to carry an aura of its own.

In his aged body was an endless majesty that was intimidating.

“Old Daoist, speak your mind directly, no need for beating around the bush,” Xu Zimei responded.

“I cannot say,” the old Daoist shook his head.

He pointed towards the firmament and replied, “Three feet above your head, there are deities.”

“Do you believe in the Heavenly Dao?” Xu Zimei scoffed.

“Not believing, but we all cultivate under the Heavenly Dao; you have to believe even if you don’t,” the old Daoist replied.

“Who are you?” Xu Zimei asked.

“An old acquaintance, one you have forgotten,” the old Daoist replied.

He scrutinized Xu Zimei thoroughly.

Saying, “You resemble him a lot, but I know, you are not him, and you can never be.

He is dead, eternally dead.

If he returns, he can never be the same person again.”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

“What era is it now?” the old Daoist asked.

“I’m not very sure, I heard others say, the Middle Ages just passed, and now it’s the New Calendar Years,” Xu Zimei replied.

Miss Jing had spoken to him before about the division of eras.

After the Middle Ages, the Nine Domains were divided into Old Calendar Years and New Calendar Years.

“And before the Middle Ages?” the old Daoist continued to ask.

“It was the Ancient Era,” Xu Zimei replied.

“And before the Ancient Era?”

“The Ancient, and before that, the Primordial Era.”

“It’s been such a long time since then,” the old Daoist murmured to himself in a voice so faint that even Xu Zimei could not hear.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Zimei asked.

“You are mistaken; before the Ancient, it wasn’t the Primordial, but another epoch,” the elder’s eyes were cloudy.

Gazing absent-mindedly ahead, he remained silent for a long long time.

He finally spoke up: “Although that epoch was brief,

it was exceedingly brilliant and desirable.

We call it … Demon’s Advent.”

At these words, Xu Zimei stood there, utterly stunned.

He felt as if numerous mysteries were swirling in his mind at that moment.

“Demon’s Advent, has the Nine Domains also experienced an era of the Demon Race?”

As far as he knew, the previous Demon Lord was expected to have perished in the last epoch.

Subsequently, that epoch was destroyed, and a new cosmic epoch was born.

But not all of the Demon Race perished; many survived.

Some were sealed in the Ancient Demon Cave.

Others, like Bai Meng, fell into a deep slumber.

“Can you explain in more detail?” Xu Zimei asked.

“This answer, you must seek on your own; it is both a trial and a cultivation,” the old Daoist shook his head and said.

“Demon’s Advent, what kind of epoch was it?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Only those who have truly lived through that epoch would understand; I cannot say,” the old Daoist shook his head.

“My existence, is just to tell you one thing.”

“What is it?” Xu Zimei asked with a frown.

“Not everyone in this world is your enemy; you can leverage help, many like-minded individuals,” the old Daoist explained.

He then slowly pulled out a list and handed it over to Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei took the list and briefly glanced through it.

It was densely filled with countless names.

“Lord of the Dead Spirits from the Netherworld Realm,

Candle Dragon from the Blazing Flame Realm,

Thousand Calamities Doomsday from the Ghost God Realm.

……”

“What are these?” asked Xu Zimei.

“Those who can be used,” replied the old Daoist.

“How to use them?”

“That depends on you,” the old Daoist said with a smile.

“To utilize or to reuse?

The path you did not complete billions of years ago, retake it, but do not tread the same path and fail again.”

“Who are you really?” Xu Zimei asked.

“What you see now, all are illusions. Who I am does not matter,” replied the old Daoist, shaking his head.

“Because these illusions were left by me billions of years ago. When you see them, I do not know if I still exist.”

“Illusions?” Xu Zimei looked around.

This grand hall, the white jade stone underfoot, the entire Chaotic Cloud Stream, all feel so real.

If they are illusions, even he felt bizarre, yet discovered no abnormalities.

This illusion-setting old Daoist, is a bit too terrifying.

“Remember, to succeed is not just for yourself or the Demon Race, but also for us,” the old Daoist said, waving his hand.

As his words fell, Xu Zimei then noticed that the void he was in was gradually disappearing.

Starting from the Old Monarch Temple, the two disciples in front of the gate, to the woodcutter carrying firewood down the mountain, all were slowly vanishing.

Until finally, even the old Daoist began to disappear without a trace.

A thought that existed for billions of years.

Just like a corpse sealed in a crystal coffin, suddenly opened one day to contact with air, instantly oxidized into nothingness.

When Xu Zimei shifted his gaze again, he found himself still standing in the Chaotic Cloud Stream.

Behind him was Black Water Lake, ahead there was no dojo, no woodcutter, nor the so-called cloud-ladder.

But a valley blooming with myriad flowers.

The scale of this valley was vast, oval-shaped from the outside.

Various kinds of flowers and plants filled the surroundings.

Precious plants like Spirit Meat Ganoderma, Zhu Rong Branch, Nirvana Void Grass, Dustless Flower…

Some rare and even extinct herbs were all available.

Nine-Tailed Dragon Malva Flower, Ancient Shen Gan, Dragon Heart Nine-Leaf Grass, Demon Blood Spirit Fruit Pulp, Ascension Herb, Seven-Colored Moon Orchid…

It was truly countless.

From a great distance, he could smell the scent of flowers.

A vast flood of floral fragrance greeted him.

To call it a paradise would not be an exaggeration.

Xu Zimei stared blankly at everything before him, if it weren’t for the paper in his hand filled with dense names.

The recent happenings made him feel a bit surreal.

He quietly pocketed the paper.

…

The flowers of Flower Valley bloomed, very beautifully.

Competing vividly in beauty.

Xu Zimei stepped into the valley, the area of the valley was very expansive.

It was only when he walked further into the valley that Xu Zimei could see the full scene inside.

It was like a city of flowers.

Flowers were seen everywhere.

Houses sprang from the ground, all crafted from the vines of flowers.

The surroundings were enveloped by thorns and flowers.

Many people lived here, they resembled primitive people, wearing simple clothes, heads adorned with floral crowns.

As Xu Zimei entered, a large crowd immediately surrounded him, unexpectedly singing and dancing, their mouths singing incomprehensible songs.

Occasionally, they sprinkled petals towards Xu Zimei.

Before long, the crowd parted, and only then an old grandmother approached from the outside.

She bowed to Xu Zimei, her voice old as she spoke, “Honored guest, welcome to Valley of a Hundred Flowers.”

“Where is the Myriad Flowers Fairy?” asked Xu Zimei.

“The lady said, let me take you around the city first, then go see her,” said the old grandmother.