I’m Really a Villain - Chapter 1233: The Goal of the Evil Demon King, Ji Jiuning is Dead

After the aftermath of the explosion settled, the figures of Mi Tian the young monk and Wang Nu disappeared into the void.

They directly vanished without a trace, leaving only the faint remnants of the Sea of Blood sweeping through the void.

“Dead… dead?” In the White Emperor’s Tomb, everyone gasped deeply, someone asked in a trembling voice.

“Just… died like that?”

In the next moment, the fragmented images in the void shattered, and the stone stele in the White Emperor’s Tomb tightly sealed shut.

The death of everyone meant the Battlefield of Ultimate Confrontation had concluded, with no one passing through.

For a moment, silence engulfed the tomb, and no one mocked Xu Zimei anymore, instead looking at each other in bewilderment.

The Hell Sea churned violently, and finally, waves surged high into the sky before splitting apart in the void.

A man dressed in a blood robe sat cross-legged and ascended from within the Sea of Blood towards the space above.

The man’s hair cascaded down his broad shoulders, the sides of his hair were black, but the center was stark white.

His features were resolute, eyes deep, nose straight, and lips carried a slightly purplish hue.

The moment he opened his eyes, the heavens and earth turned upside down, and the Sea of Blood surged in torrents, piercing through the entire void like a tidal force.

“Evil Demon King,” a voice sounded from above him—it was the Moon-picking Fairy.

The man in the blood robe raised his head and glanced at her. The Endless Void seemed to press down with immense pressure, as if it would crush the Moon-picking Fairy’s body into fragments.

“I am the messenger,” the Moon-picking Fairy quickly retrieved the sacred token and said.

Seeing the token, the oppressive force surrounding her gradually dissipated. She gasped for air, sweat streaming down her forehead.

It was as though she had just walked through the gates of Hell.

Th𝒾𝑠 𝒸h𝙖p𝙩ꬲr 𝖎𝙨 p𝕠𝓈𝖙ɛḍ bʏ 𝗞𝑖𝖙𝓮ɳՕ𝕧𝕖𝓁

“Speak,” the man in the blood robe replied indifferently.

“Your resurrection is to kill someone,” the Moon-picking Fairy waved her right hand, and Spiritual Energy converged in the void.

Finally, it formed a portrait of a man.

If Xu Zimei were present, he would immediately recognize that the man in the portrait was him.

“And then?” The man in the blood robe glanced at the portrait and asked.

“That’s all,” the Moon-picking Fairy replied.

“That’s all?” The man in the blood robe said with an intrigued smile.

“You brought me back just to kill one person?”

“After you kill him, you’ll be free,” the Moon-picking Fairy responded.

“Is that your intention, or…?” The man’s gaze turned sharply as he asked.

“Naturally, it’s the will of those above,” the Moon-picking Fairy said, tossing the token over.

“Deal,” the man in the blood robe stretched out his hand to grab the token. In the next moment, his figure had already vanished.

The crowd emerged from the White Emperor’s Tomb.

This year, every participant had been completely wiped out, catching everyone off guard.

“Young Master Xu, did you know something, and that’s why you left early?” Chu Feiyang, as the person in charge, naturally asked first.

“No, I was just timid, a cowardly turtle,” Xu Zimei shook his head and smiled.

The few who had previously mocked Xu Zimei turned pale and looked embarrassed upon hearing this.

“This isn’t the time for petty squabbles,” the abbot from the Monster Temple replied coldly.

“With such an entity appearing in the Battlefield of Ultimate Confrontation, none of us can remain unscathed.”

“Looking at the situation now, even Great Emperors are like ants before him. He must undoubtedly be at the Great Saint level,” a monk from Ciyuan Temple nodded in agreement.

“If we don’t deal with him, we won’t be able to enter the White Emperor Mountain.”

“Patriarch Chu, your Chu Family has always been friendly with the White Emperor. Do you know what that entity is?”

The crowd debated fervently, and Chu Feiyang could only reply, “This matter is ancient. I can only consult the ancestor.”

“Then we shall stay in the White Emperor City for a few days and await an answer,” the group said.

Following Chu Feiyang, they returned to the White Emperor City, where Chu Feiyang ordered accommodations for everyone.

After everyone had dispersed, Jiang Mozi approached Xu Zimei.

Smiling, he said, “Young Master Xu, was there something inconvenient for you to say before? Can you tell me now?

I promise to keep it confidential.”

“There’s nothing inconvenient about it,” Xu Zimei said.

“After the White Emperor left, the White Emperor Mountain has actually been under someone’s control,

A remnant left by the White Emperor himself.”

“We’ve long suspected as much,” Jiang Mozi nodded.

“But we’ve never encountered this remnant.”

“The Evil Demon King released this time is precisely the doing of this remnant. As for his purpose, I don’t know,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

“What I do know is his strength must be outstanding among Great Saints. Dean Jiang, it’s better not to intervene recklessly.”

“Thank you for the advice,” Jiang Mozi nodded.

Having this information, he gained a clearer picture.

As the crowd returned from the White Emperor’s Tomb, the sky gradually darkened.

The nights in the Ghost God Realm were known to be dangerous for venturing out, so everyone stayed indoors early.

Xu Zimei pondered over the matter of the Evil Demon King but could not find any leads.

He had the persistent feeling that a powerful hand was manipulating everything behind the scenes.

The entire night passed silently,

And as dawn broke the next day, Xu Zimei had just stepped out of his room when he heard the commotion outside.

“Ji Jiuning is dead,” Jiang Mozi relayed the news to Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei paused for a moment. Yesterday, Ji Jiuning had safely returned to the White Emperor City with him. How did she suddenly die overnight?

He wasn’t grief-stricken, but the situation seemed peculiar.

When Xu Zimei arrived at the courtyard where Ji Jiuning had rested the previous night, it had already been sealed off.

The major factions had also arrived early on.

Xu Zimei didn’t see Ji Jiuning’s corpse.

Only traces of blood remained on the ground.

“What happened? Someone was killed right here in Chu Manor?” Xu Zimei approached and asked.

“No idea,” Chu Feiyang shook his head grimly.

“Did she leave her room last night?”

“Leave her room for what? She wouldn’t be foolish enough to defy the rules,” the abbot from the Monster Temple replied.

“If you ask me, there are people targeting the Northern Hill’s members, hunting them right under our noses.”

“Without any clues, let’s report this to Northern Hill and let them handle it themselves,” someone suggested nearby.

“I’ve already sent word,” Chu Feiyang replied.

“Has Patriarch Chu consulted about last night’s events?” Wu Daozi inquired.

“I did, but the ancestor doesn’t know what that entity is,” Chu Feiyang shook his head.

“Which ancestor did Patriarch Chu consult?” Wu Daozi pressed further.

“What? Dean Wu, you don’t trust me?” Chu Feiyang countered.

“It’s not that. The White Emperor’s matters are ancient, and ordinary people might struggle to know the secrets,”

Wu Daozi smiled. “If it were the Madman Ancestor, we would be speechless, naturally.”

The Madman he referred to was, of course, Crazy Chu.

The Chu Family member who had a close friendship with the White Emperor in the past.

“Madman Ancestor is in seclusion. I can’t meet him,” Chu Feiyang replied bluntly.

“Let’s not create unnecessary tension,” someone interjected humorously.

“In my opinion, we should investigate the White Emperor’s Tomb again and determine the Evil Demon King’s objectives before acting.”