I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1182 - 1181: Nine Ghosts Academy, Conflict

Chapter 1182 -1181: Nine Ghosts Academy, Conflict

On the Divine Continent, there exists a ferocious beast wreaking havoc across the land, intending to seize domination over the entire world.

The beast has been moving northward, leaving devastation in its wake. Since its invasion of Yui City, dozens of cities have been captured and razed.

News of this has spread throughout the Divine Continent, with increasingly exaggerated tales.

Many people are keeping a close eye on the beast’s movements. Rumor has it that a coalition has emerged, rallying the strongest individuals of this world to unite and annihilate the beast.

However, Xu Zimei remains unconcerned, for even the most powerful warriors of the Divine Continent are not a match for the Chaos beast.

As long as Chaos does not lower its guard, it is unlikely to fail.

Upon returning to the Divine Continent, Xu Zimei’s first priority was cultivation.

Having grasped certain insights into the Path of Zhu Rong, he still found it lacking.

He concealed himself within the void, placing his being before the Great Dao.

Harnessing the power of the Great Dao, he immersed himself in profound comprehension.

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In these two weeks, Xu Zimei slowly opened his eyes.

From his pupils emerged streaks of black flames, flickering and rising.

He exhaled deeply, a white vapor flowing from his lips.

If one were to observe closely, they would see a cluster of black flames burning within Xu Zimei’s body.

The flames formed the shape of Zhu Rong — humanoid, curled into itself.

It nurtured itself autonomously, growing on its own.

The Path of Zhu Rong had begun to take its early form.

“The Northern Border has already fallen under Chaos,” Bai Meng informed Xu Zimei the moment he awakened.

“Let it continue,” Xu Zimei instructed.

If there isn’t sufficient suffering, he wouldn’t have a reason to step in.

Leaving the Divine Continent, the members of Nine Ghosts Academy were prepared and ready.

Including six figures from Nine Ghosts Academy, there remained over twenty students from Heavenly Saint Academy willing to journey to the Ghost God Realm together.

On the Array Barrier ahead, dense numbers floated constantly within its flow.

Ye Mi stood at the front, his hands weaving intricate motions as the symbols rearranged into specific trajectories, reforming anew.

As the speed of his movements accelerated, the surrounding prowess emanated by the Array Barrier grew increasingly formidable.

Finally, a piercing beam of light shot out from within.

Boundless and immeasurable power surged toward the heavens alongside it.

Above the firmament, the formation seemed to open a pathway amidst the shifting winds and clouds, shaking the very heavens and earth.

“Let’s move,” Ye Mi said briefly and stepped into the array first.

One by one, the others followed without hesitation.

The moment Xu Zimei entered, he felt an immense suction force pulling him deeper within.

In his ears rang the deafening roar of hurricanes interwoven with fragmented spatial walls.

Although less severe than the tearing sensation when traversing the Nine Domains from Yuan Central Continent, it was still far from trivial.

Without sufficient cultivation, one could not casually travel between worlds.

The journey from the Mortal Domain to the Ghost God Realm may seem to be a mere “layer of heaven away,” but in truth, they are separated by tens of thousands of miles, if not an unfathomable gap.

Within the formation, the monotonous spatial transition persisted.

The pace, surprisingly, was far quicker than anticipated; less than seven days had passed when they arrived at the Ghost God Realm.

Xu Zimei remembered how Ye Mi and his party previously descended in merely seconds.

It seemed the formations varied significantly in structure.

………

The Ghost God Realm is an extraordinary place.

In this world, there is no sun.

Indeed, it is perpetually engulfed in the darkness of night — not the kind of pitch-black that swallows visibility entirely.

Rather, it is a murky gloom, akin to an overcast sky blanketed by thick ominous clouds.

Legends state that eons ago, the Divine Race of Kun Ruins Domain and the Ghost Tribe of Netherworld Realm fought a great battle here.

The specifics and causes of this conflict remain elusive to all.

In any case, the battle irrevocably destroyed the Ghost God Realm.

It is saidthat even the sun was pulled down and extinguished in the aftermath of this war.

Forevermore, the Ghost God Realm shall never again see light.

Though the conflict ultimately ended and the Divine Race and Ghost Tribe have long departed, remnants of their clash still linger vividly.

……

The void ahead began to fluctuate.

In the blink of an eye, everyone found themselves standing on a spacious plaza.

This was within Nine Ghosts Academy.

“Lord Ye Mi, senior students, you have returned,” someone nearby greeted them.

The speaker was a student guarding the Array Barrier.

Draped in a gray robe, his ink-black hair matched his pure ebony eyes — void of any whites.

“Mhm,” Ye Mi responded indifferently before swiftly departing, leaving only a brief command.

“Take Kong De to tend to his injuries; Xuan Min, you will arrange accommodations for the Heavenly Saint Academy group.”

“Understood, my lord,” the group replied promptly.

Once Ye Mi was entirely out of sight, the disciple called Xuan Min turned toward the newcomers.

He surveyed Xu Zimei’s party with an appraising glance.

Xuan Min was the youth who had previously displayed the Momentum of the Black Tortoise among the Four Symbols.

The disciples from Heavenly Saint Academy who had just arrived at Nine Ghosts Academy were filled with curiosity and amazement.

They examined every corner with fascination, Xu Zimei included.

Overhead, the sky was veiled in dense clouds, as if a blade of oppressive doom hung heavily above, casting discomfort across one’s being.

The sheer scale of Nine Ghosts Academy was staggering; the group could only take in an overview.

The architecture possessed an eerie blend of divine and ghostly aesthetics.

Black eaves and grotesque faces adorned its structures, even the stout iron gates seemed to radiate an aura of stern dominance.

Countless bells were suspended around the academy.

Statues resembling gods and demons flanked every path, their sacred yet fearsome forms standing guard.

Here, the trees predominantly bore shades of gray and black, their gnarled forms chaotic and sinister beyond compare.

“Follow me,” Xuan Min said flatly.

He proceeded into a narrow pathway alongside the plaza, with the group trailing behind.

“The trees here are Ghost Trees,” Jiang Mozi, a veteran of the Ghost God Realm, began explaining to the Heavenly Saint Academy students following him.

“Because this world has no sunlight, most plant life is unable to survive.

Only vegetation that requires no sunlight can thrive here.”

“Dean, does this mean we’ve officially become students of Nine Ghosts Academy?” one of the students asked.

Nine Ghosts Academy was the most revered and powerful institution within the Ghost God Realm.

For these Heavenly Saint Academy students, joining Nine Ghosts Academy meant gaining firm ground and unshakable support.

It would open doors to countless opportunities.

“What are you imagining?” Xuan Min sneered from the front.

He continued coldly, “Nine Ghosts Academy is the pinnacle of the Ghost God Realm, a sanctum where only one in ten thousand truly exceptional talents may gain entry.

Not just any riffraff can walk through its gates.”

“You…,” the students from Heavenly Saint Academy glared at Xuan Min with indignation.

Yet no one dared act rashly, leaving them fuming in silence.

“What? Are you dissatisfied?” Xuan Min challenged.

“I’ll let you use one hand, and you can all attack me together. If any of you can land a hit on me, I’ll personally offer my apologies.

How about it? Want to give it a try?”