I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 2280
Chapter 2280: Chapter 2279: The Reincarnated One, Deception
Receiving the Force of Heavenly Rules and using it for oneself.
But that is a power one can only obtain after becoming a Dao Fruit Powerhouse.
Yet no matter how strong this power is, it ultimately belongs to the Heavenly Dao.
It has nothing to do with oneself.
This is also the limitation of such power.
Whereas the scroll the White-Robed Scholar is using now, the rules that manifest are not borrowed from the Force of Heavenly Rules.
They are rules he is truly formulating himself.
The two may sound similar, but are worlds apart.
One borrows another’s power, the other sets rules of one’s own.
However, not just anyone is qualified to formulate rules.
One must be acknowledged by Heaven and Earth.
The acknowledgment of Heaven and Earth is the acknowledgment of the essence of the world, and has nothing to do with the Great Dao.
In this regard, even if the Great Dao favors the White-Robed Scholar, it is impossible to let him casually make rules.
So the rules the White-Robed Scholar is setting now appear by borrowing some other power.
Even for the Lord of the Dead Spirits, such rules are hard to break.
Hearing the White-Robed Scholar’s words, the Lord of the Dead Spirits’ expression turned ugly.
No wonder that person behind the curtain used false information to lure these people into the Netherworld Realm.
So the intention was to use living beings to lay down rules in this Land of Extreme Yin.
He truly had fallen for someone else’s scheme.
The Lord of the Dead Spirits asked calmly, “Then what is your goal?”
“Cannot be said, cannot be said,” the White-Robed Scholar shook his head lightly.
At this moment he no longer feared death, nor feared the Lord of the Dead Spirits killing him.
After all, he was never a living being to begin with.
His very existence was born for the sake of trapping the Lord of the Dead Spirits.
Now that the mission is complete, life or death no longer matters.
As for what comes next, that will be left to others; it has nothing to do with him.
The Lord of the Dead Spirits snorted coldly.
“Luring the snake from its hole—the stupidest method, yet also the cleverest.”
“Having trapped me here, I’m afraid you’ve already sent people into the depths to seek out my secrets, haven’t you?”
“But the Netherworld Realm is my home ground. If any strangers had entered, I would definitely have sensed it.”
“Yet there has been no anomaly. I fear you’ve planted a traitor at my side.”
Hearing the Lord of the Dead Spirits analyze most of it in just a few words,
The White-Robed Scholar still kept his mouth shut.
The Lord of the Dead Spirits said directly, “Since I know you will send people to probe my secrets, how do you know I don’t have a backup plan?”
“What backup plan?” The White-Robed Scholar frowned slightly and asked.
“There is an existence… far more terrifying waiting for you there,” the Lord of the Dead Spirits sneered.
“That’s impossible,” the White-Robed Scholar denied at once.
“If there were such an existence in the Netherworld Realm, there is no way we wouldn’t know.”
“So you really do have an undercover agent at my side,” the Lord of the Dead Spirits said flatly.
“Here’s how it is: you tell me the undercover you planted, and I’ll also tell you my backup plan.”
“Rest assured, now that we’re trapped here, I can’t get out. There’s no harm in saying certain things now.”
The White-Robed Scholar fell silent for a moment.
In the end he said, “Your adopted son.”
Hearing this, the Lord of the Dead Spirits shook his head at once and said, “That’s impossible…”
“You’re deliberately trying to disturb my mind.”
“Ming Leng has been raised by me since he was a child…”
“Lord of the Dead Spirits, to think you are the master of a realm, yet you can be this ignorant.”
The White-Robed Scholar laughed.
“Just because you’ve watched him grow up, he must be trustworthy?”
“What if someone can reincarnate?”
Seeming quite pleased to see the Lord of the Dead Spirits suffer a setback, the White-Robed Scholar became more talkative.
“The method of reincarnation is a top secret of our Holy Court.”
“And so far only one person has successfully cultivated it. More than thirty thousand others who tried all failed.”
“So this method is extremely secret and very few know of it, much less you.”
“Reincarnation…” the Lord of the Dead Spirits murmured.
In fact, the method of reincarnation is not something only the Holy Court has studied.
Many powerhouses and many factions have researched it.
All because of longevity.
If one cannot gain eternal life in a single lifetime, what about reincarnating and being reborn?
With each reincarnation, one’s life, body, and Soul are all renewed.
This is a vision of immortality.
By constantly reincarnating, one would push oneself toward the state of undying eternity.
But reincarnation is, in the end, just a conception.
No one could truly accomplish it.
Yet hearing the White-Robed Scholar’s words now, it seems the Holy Court succeeded.
Although only one person succeeded, that was enough to deceive even him, the Lord of the Dead Spirits.
The significance behind this is enormous.
Ming Leng was the adopted son he took in a hundred thousand years ago.
Back then, Ming Leng was born in the Netherworld Realm, the first viable fusion body of a Yin Fetus.
For the Netherworld Realm and for the Lord of the Dead Spirits himself, this was of extraordinary significance.
In truth, for anyone who wishes to continue on, reproduction is an inescapable question.
At that time, after using Netherworld Stone to absorb the Souls of the Nine Domains World, the Lord of the Dead Spirits had made a similar conjecture.
If Souls could reproduce among themselves, the Lord of the Dead Spirits would undoubtedly step into a new level.
So he cultivated this idea over countless years.
Failing countless times.
Until he finally succeeded.
After the first Yin Fetus was born, it not only lived in robust health, but its talent and Aptitude for Cultivation were one in ten thousand.
Overjoyed, the Lord of the Dead Spirits named this infant Ming Leng and took him as an adopted son.
From this one can see how much he doted on Ming Leng.
As the Lord of the Dead Spirits’ adopted son, Ming Leng had always performed outstandingly from childhood to adulthood.
He never grew arrogant because of his status; his every act was measured and courteous.
As if born knowing.
The Lord of the Dead Spirits hadn’t thought much of it before, but now that he recalled it, his expression changed dramatically.
Yes, born knowing.
Carrying memories of his previous life, Ming Leng would naturally understand more than anyone.
“Can reincarnation grant eternal life?”
At this point, instead of rage at being deceived, the Lord of the Dead Spirits was more concerned about whether immortality could be achieved.
Before eternal life, nothing else is worth mentioning.
Hearing this, the White-Robed Scholar fell silent again.
Then he shook his head.
He said, “Reincarnation can indeed prolong life, but it cannot grant eternal life.”
“Every time reincarnation succeeds, a scale appears in Ming Leng’s mind.”
“That is a scale belonging to time.”
“In this world, nine is the ultimate number. Once the scale fills to nine, no matter how you reincarnate, death is inevitable.”
“Be it the Holy Ancestor or the Immortal Lord, they’ve tried every possible way to erase the scale, but failed.”
Hearing this, the Lord of the Dead Spirits suddenly burst out laughing.
“You, who serve as running dogs of the Heavenly Dao, still cannot achieve eternal life—what meaning is there in any of it?”
“You know nothing,” the White-Robed Scholar said coldly.
“The Nine Domains World is the Nine Domains World, the Heavenly Dao is the Heavenly Dao—they are two different concepts.”
“The life and death of man are the rules of Heaven and Earth.”
“No one can change the rules, not even the Heavenly Dao.”