I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 2298
Chapter 2298: Chapter 2297: The Great Battle Erupts, Cruel Truth
The Doomsday Temple, like their two major factions back then, was one of the most powerful forces in Demon City.
Even at the peak of the Doomsday Temple, Blood River Valley and Corpse Burial Mound had to join forces to possibly defeat the Doomsday Temple.
But, for reasons unknown.
Suddenly one day, the Doomsday Temple announced its withdrawal.
They gave up all their power in Demon City, retaining only this temple.
Aside from annual sacrifices, the Doomsday Temple remained silent, almost without any news.
Over time, from initial vigilance to now, the other two major forces no longer pay attention to the Doomsday Temple.
But now, knowing Xu Zimei entered the Doomsday Temple, the two major forces dare not relax in the slightest.
What if this was something the Doomsday Temple wanted to undertake?
If the Doomsday Temple was to make a move, then Blood River Valley and Corpse Burial Mound would temporarily set aside their conflicts and hatred, uniting to suppress the Doomsday Temple.
Because Demon City is only so big, someone trying to snatch their cake is absolutely unacceptable.
At this moment, countless Blood Rivers intertwine with countless zombies, encircling the Doomsday Temple tightly.
And when Xu Zimei came out, Emperor Qingshi frowned slightly.
He recognized the old monk of the Doomsday Temple.
The opponent’s Myriad Forms Method was very tricky.
But Xu Zimei was an unfamiliar face.
“Doomsday Venerable, when did your Doomsday Temple welcome strangers?” Emperor Qingshi asked indifferently.
At the gates of the Doomsday Temple, the old monk slowly emerged.
His gaze was serene, neither sad nor happy, with an unexpectedly benevolent appearance.
Blood Ancestor laughed heartily, “Doomsday, you haven’t been in the world for years, eating vegetarian and chanting Buddha, how come you have the aura of dignity despite once hands stained with countless blood of demons.”
“Don’t you find it ironic.”
“Having already walked this path, born in Demon City, without walking it to the end, do you plan to be a good person?”
Hearing this, the old monk shook his head.
Said, “It is meaningless, no matter what path or what he does, it is meaningless.”
“Because everything is fake, all the things you have done, people you have killed, will ultimately restart.”
“Doomsday, what nonsense are you speaking, mysterious for no reason,” Emperor Qingshi said coldly.
“Who is this man?”
“He killed people from our two major forces, do you intend to shelter him?”
“This man, he is one to make dreams disappear,” the old monk looked at Xu Zimei.
He laughed sorrowfully, “Right!”
“Everything must return to its original form, right?”
“It’s easy dealing with smart people,” Xu Zimei smiled.
“Things that never existed, how can they be said to disappear?”
“I want to know, that bit of reality, who exactly is it?” The old monk seemed somewhat unwilling.
Or perhaps, near death, he couldn’t let go, still yearning to know the truth.
After all, in searching for most of his life, it had become his obsession.
“Reality, well, I might as well tell you,” Xu Zimei smiled.
“The Medicine King in Demon City, do you remember the name Lu Simiao?”
“Lu Simiao, Lu Simiao,” he repeated twice.
The old monk suddenly became excited.
Then he burst into laughter, laughing and crying.
“It’s all destined, destined!”
Medicine King was so famous in Demon City, yet he hadn’t heard of him.
Why hadn’t he heard of him.
Because their existence had already been designed.
Though they shared the same city, they were like entities on parallel lines.
Close but never meeting.
Like a machine pre-programmed before leaving factory, all machines follow programmed paths.
Like Blood Ancestor and Emperor Qingshi, they are the same.
While the old monk Doomsday Venerable, this machine, malfunctioned midway, thus he discovered his pitiful truth as a virtual image.
Thus he abandoned everything, lived daily eating vegetarian and chanting Buddha, believing everything to be meaningless.
“Why, why create us?” the old monk murmured.
“Maybe it’s just to repay the Heart Demon,” Xu Zimei shook his head.
Across, Blood Ancestor and Emperor Qingshi exchanged glances.
Seeing the old monk like this, they all thought the man had gone mad.
“That old fool must be crazy, no wonder he withdrew.”
“Better he’s crazy, today we flatten the Doomsday Temple, henceforth Demon City will be split in two, sharing the world.”
Blood Ancestor sneered.
Though the two often conflict, splitting the cake between them is something they both agree on.
If more people were involved, they naturally would not be pleased.
Seeing both their hands waving, countless Blood Rivers and zombies charged.
First aiming at Xu Zimei, to settle him first, and thus raise the prestige of the two major forces.
As for the Doomsday Temple, it promises to be a bitter fight.
……
Seeing the formidable Blood Rivers and zombie army, Xu Zimei only smiled.
He turned his gaze to the strange individual.
He laughed, “The next task is yours.”
The strange individual roared, trying to free himself from Xu Zimei’s grip from the beginning.
Yet to no avail.
As he himself was an entity born of greed.
Born of greed, thus bound by greed.
……
Only to see the strange individual forced to perform gestures.
Seals formed with both hands.
At that moment, the entire Demon City seemed affected.
“Boom boom boom.”
The earth and skies fractured.
Countless forces erupted from within the Blood River.
Inside Demon City, in the room where Lu Simiao was diagnosing.
Lu Simiao seemed to sense something, lifting his head to witness the bizarre transformations of Demon City.
He began to tremble.
“How can it be, how can it be…”
“Wasn’t that demon already sealed, why is it reappearing, it’s impossible.”
He ignored everything else.
Power surged around him, as his power soared; in an instant, he was outside the Doomsday Temple.
At this moment, outside the Doomsday Temple.
All the zombies were eradicated, and even the flowing Blood Rivers dried up.
Only Blood Ancestor and Emperor Qingshi remained unharmed.
The two were wide-eyed, faces changed drastically.
At the outskirts of the Doomsday Temple just now, a mysterious and invisible force rippled out.
In an instant, everything vanished.
Like spring snow under a scorching sun, vanishing without a trace.
The two seemed to have seen ghosts.
Not understanding why this happened.
“Still don’t realize? You and I are illusions, even death is a predetermined fate,” the old monk mocked from the side.
“Crazy old man, what are you saying?” the two asked in unison.
“Never thought of leaving Demon City?”