I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1315: 1314: Rest Hall, Mysterious Elder, History of the Demon Race

Chapter 1315: Chapter 1314: Rest Hall, Mysterious Elder, History of the Demon Race

“If you have any curiosity, you can ask me.

About the Demonic Path.”

“What is the Demonic Path?” Since the other party mentioned it, Xu Zimei casually asked.

“No way, you’re a person of the Demon Race, yet you don’t even know the Demonic Path?” Wang Li said in surprise.

“You’re the one who told me to ask,” Xu Zimei replied.

“I’ve usually been busy with cultivation, rarely concerned with these matters.”

“It’s common sense. Even if you’re not concerned, you should know,” Xu Jiamo interjected.

“You should know our senior, the Evil Demon.”

Even though Xu Zimei didn’t know, he nodded stoically.

Otherwise, the others would definitely start suspecting his identity.

“Before he passed away, the Evil Demon left behind his lifetime inheritance.

He arranged the Demonic Path, letting successors explore it to gain his inheritance,”

Wang Li followed, explaining: “However, the Evil Demon was indeed the strongest of our era in the Demonic Path.

His inheritance has been left for a thousand years. Those who enter the Demonic Path only get scraps.

But the true inheritance, no one has found it yet.

Everyone who enters comes back empty-handed.”

“Since he’s a senior of our Demon Race, he could just leave the inheritance directly.

Why make it so complicated?” Xu Zimei asked.

“The Demon Race has always been a world of survival of the fittest. How can the powerful’s inheritance go to the mediocre,” Wang Li continued.

“If you want the inheritance, you must rely on your own ability, so everyone respects you.”

Hearing this, Xu Zimei nodded in agreement.

This method produces almost exclusively elite disciples.

Relying on oneself is the true path to success.

“I have some matters to attend in the academy. Let’s meet tomorrow,” Xu Zimei said.

“We’ll wait for you at Triumph Hall, don’t deceive us,” Wang Li warned.

“The Demonic Path requires five people to enter.”

“Don’t worry,” Xu Zimei nodded.

After bidding farewell to the four, Xu Zimei walked through the Demon Palace’s grand entrance.

The structures inside were incredibly lavish.

Every Study Palace hall was primarily adorned in black and gold, with various colors as embellishments.

In various styles, the black Magic River flows through the Demon Palace, its thick Demonic Qi permeating the air.

Upon entering, Xu Zimei could feel the intense Demonic Qi here.

“Interesting,” he murmured to himself.

He wandered around, observing the surroundings.

After navigating several pathways, Xu Zimei arrived at the Demon Race’s library.

To understand the history of the Demon Race and recent events, this library was the perfect place.

Compared to the imposing style outside, the library’s style was much more elegant.

A statue dressed in a scholarly robe stood at the entrance.

The demon appeared extremely refined.

Inside, the architecture began to be replaced by shades of blue and white, the library was not merely a single hall.

It was a labyrinth of twists and turns, stretching out as far as the eye could see.

At a glance, there were at least dozens of halls interconnected.

However, the library had a guardian, an unkempt old man.

He was seated in front of the library, feet propped casually on a wooden table.

Sound asleep.

When Xu Zimei was about to enter, the old man suddenly woke up.

“The library isn’t open these days,” the old man said.

His face gaunt, seemingly with something stuck between his teeth, he spoke while picking at them.

“I want to take a look inside,” Xu Zimei replied.

“I won’t disturb anything.”

“I’ve already said you can’t enter,” the old man continued to shake his head.

However, at that moment, he seemed to sense something.

He paused silently, curiously assessing Xu Zimei.

Then slowly said, “You may go in.”

Although surprised by the sudden change, Xu Zimei didn’t dwell too much.

Upon entering the library, all other hall doors were closed.

Only one hall named “Rest Hall” was open, so Xu Zimei entered.

……

Soft sunlight streamed through the windows, dust lazily scattering across the ground.

Layer upon layer of bookshelves neatly arranged, casting shadows in the sunlight’s reflection.

Xu Zimei stepped inside, it was extremely quiet, only the sound of pages turning echoed.

Looking up, he noticed an old man seated among the bookshelves.

Observing the old man, he felt a familiarity.

Suddenly recalling that he’d seen a statue outside the library that looked identical to the old man.

“Does the young master need any books?” The old man stood up, smiling as he approached.

“The one at the entrance, was it you who got me in?” Xu Zimei didn’t answer, choosing instead to ask.

“Knowing already, why ask,” the old man laughed.

“How shall I address you?” Xu Zimei asked.

“They call me Demon Sage, but from ancient times, I remember someone calling me Zhe,” the old man said.

“You may call me that.”

“Zhe?” Xu Zimei repeated.

He felt that the old man certainly knew him, but frustratingly, he couldn’t remember anything.

“I want to know the major events that have occurred in the Demon Realm these recent years,” Xu Zimei said.

The old man smiled and handed a book to Xu Zimei.

He said, “This book contains everything you wish to know.”

Xu Zimei was somewhat astonished, as if the old man already knew his purpose.

He accepted the book, sensing that the old man bore no malice toward him.

Rather, a deep respect.

“There’s a table here,” the old man guided Xu Zimei past several bookshelves, finding a stone heart table prepared.

The table emitted a faint fragrance, delightful and refreshing.

Xu Zimei didn’t overthink it, laying the book on the table to read.

……

Presently, the Demon Realm is known for its Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Mountains.

The Demon Race’s power is deeply intertwined and highly complex.

Although the Purgatory Demon Charioteer manages the overall direction, they rarely make decisions. The Clan Leader of the Demon Race is an entity called the Demon Heaven Emperor.

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Although the Heavenly Dao has allocated the Catastrophe Demon Domain to the Demon Race, used for stabilizing them.

The Demon Race fears the Heavenly Dao’s apprehension and secretly governs the Catastrophe Demon Domain, rarely revealing themselves to act.

Xu Zimei turned page after page, finding it increasingly fascinating.

The old man remained quietly by his side.

Occasionally, he’d pour a cup of hot tea for Xu Zimei, the kind unknown, yet drinking it felt comforting.

Sometimes, when the tea cooled, the old man, like a respectful servant, dutifully replaced it with hot tea.

Without realizing it, night fell.

The old man lit an oil lamp, its wick flickering, illuminating the entire hall.

“This Doomsday Demon has some spirit,” Xu Zimei occasionally remarked.

The old man would sometimes listen with a smile.