I’m Really a Villain - Chapter 1239: Searching for Traceless Compass, Please Enter the Urn

“I just felt a trace of eternal aura on him.”

“That’s quite intriguing,” Xu Zimei speculated.

“What do you think, who sent this Evil Demon King?”

“I’m not sure who sent him, but judging by his current condition, it’s clear he’s not at peak power.”

Bai Meng said, “To battle the White Emperor, his peak strength must be at least eternal.

Currently, being in the Mixed Yuan stage, it seems he has just been revived. Over time, he will regain his peak power.

If the Master wishes to slay him, now would be the best opportunity.”

“No, I don’t want you to intervene,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

“Why?” Bai Meng asked doubtfully.

“It’s not the Evil Demon King I fear but the one behind him,” Xu Zimei said.

“If you intervene and kill him, it will expose all of my power.

Preserving strength is the most crucial thing.

The reason I stayed in White Emperor City was to probe the Evil Demon King’s strength. Now that I’ve determined it, there’s no need to hesitate anymore.”

“Let’s go,” Xu Zimei stepped out of the void and retrieved the map of the Ghost God Realm. He examined the routes.

“Are we headed to the Half-Ghost Domain?” Bai Meng asked.

“Indeed, it’s time to fulfill my promise to Sage Lv,” Xu Zimei replied.

“What about White Emperor Mountain?” Bai Meng asked again. “We need to seek Wood God Ju Mang’s inheritance.

Without the White Emperor’s Traceless Compass, how could we proceed?”

“Let Mad Chu and Old Bull keep the Evil Demon King occupied. We’ll seize the chance to retrieve it now,” Xu Zimei said.

Amidst the chaos of battle, he bypassed the boundaries of the void and rushed toward White Emperor Mountain.

Drawing the Evil Demon King to White Emperor City was not only to observe his strength but also to allow Mad Chu and Crimson Blade Bull Demon to stall him.

This would buy Xu Zimei precious time.

His pace was swift, leaping through space several times until he arrived at White Emperor Mountain.

Previously, everyone stopped at the White Emperor’s Tomb and the Battlefield of Ultimate Confrontation. But now, as Xu Zimei returned, the previous barriers had vanished.

Amid the mist, only a glimpse of the mountain’s corner could be seen, depicted in broad strokes yet breathtakingly stunning.

The peak of White Emperor Mountain seemed to connect directly to the Firmament.

Th𝙞ʂ 𝓬hȺp𝓉ꬲr 𝒾𝙨 p𝕠𝑠𝖙𝙚𝙙 b𝘺 𝖪𝗶𝖙𝓮𝑛𝗼𝘷℮𝘭

This was no exaggeration nor mere imagery—it truly touched the heavens.

The towering mountain pierced the heavens, reaching the boundless Firmament.

If one ascended to its summit, they’d reach the very edge of the sky.

Initially, barriers surrounded White Emperor Mountain, but once the Evil Demon King awakened, the barriers were utterly destroyed.

“Show yourself and meet me,” Xu Zimei called out loudly.

His voice echoed across the vast expanse of White Emperor Mountain, reverberating through the rugged peaks and valleys. Birds scattered from the forests, and ripples spread through the void.

“Young Master Xu, what brings you back?” A scholarly-robed man emerged from the void alongside a child servant, his face adorned with a smile as he inquired.

“I seek something—a Traceless Compass,” Xu Zimei replied.

“I’ve already told Young Master Xu, if you inherit the White Emperor’s will, all his legacies will be yours,” the scholarly-robed man replied.

“I’ll ask one final time: Will the inheritance be handed over or not?” Xu Zimei said.

The scholarly-robed man smiled and shook his head.

“Seize him,” Xu Zimei waved his hand, unwilling to waste more words.

Bai Meng’s massive hand surged forth from the void, giving no room for the scholarly-robed man or the child servant to react.

Both were instantly suppressed on the spot.

The scholarly-robed man’s expression darkened slightly before he said, “Young Master Xu truly wields formidable methods, having two Great Saint-level protectors by his side.”

Xu Zimei remained silent, simply gazing quietly at the scholarly-robed man.

“But Young Master Xu, don’t underestimate me,” the scholarly-robed man’s smile faded as he spoke lightly.

A dazzling radiance erupted around him, resplendent and refined, reflecting brilliantly across the void.

The scholarly-robed man transformed into a shadow, bursting forth with an even more overwhelming presence.

Illuminating across nine heavens and ten lands, though his face remained indistinct, the striking image of his white hair lingered prominently.

This scholarly-robed man was none other than the White Emperor’s incarnation—more precisely, an external avatar.

Naturally, he was one with the White Emperor.

The shadow that appeared swiftly escaped Bai Meng’s shackles, swept up the child servant, and fled toward the edge of the sky.

The scholarly-robed man understood he couldn’t afford to engage; after all, he was merely an external form, not a true Great Saint.

At that moment, countless lotus flowers began to rain down from the heavens.

One by one, tainted with Demonic Qi and shrouded in black mist, the lotus flowers floated through the void.

In the next instant, a killing aura surged forth. A massive Seven-faced Demon Lotus blocked the scholarly-robed man’s path.

“The road of cultivation is like a bitter boat; take your time, fellow Daoist,” the Seven-faced Demon General plucked a lotus flower with a smile.

“A third Great Saint,” the scholarly-robed man halted his escape, his tone heavy.

Bai Meng crossed the void, standing behind him.

“Who… exactly are you?” The scholarly-robed man turned his gaze toward Xu Zimei, his voice trembling slightly as he asked.

“I don’t need your inheritance; I’ll find it myself,” Xu Zimei responded bluntly, ignoring the question.

Behind him, a vivid azure planet manifested in the void.

Under the combined suppression of the Seven-faced Demon General and Bai Meng, the scholarly-robed man was utterly immobilized.

He was forcibly sent into the Divine Continent.

Xu Zimei’s gaze swept across White Emperor Mountain before ultimately lifting to the summit.

With a step into the void, he flew toward the mountain peak.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been ascending. The surrounding cold air grew thinner, and clouds began to encircle him.

The azure sky resembled the aftermath of rain, its vividness almost terrifying.

Finally, Xu Zimei reached the Firmament’s edge.

He had always speculated—what lay beyond the heavens?

Was there another planet outside the Nine Domains, or perhaps a Heavenly Court in the skies?

But as Xu Zimei truly entered White Emperor Mountain and touched the clouds, he realized the heavens were far higher than he had imagined.

Above the sky, there was still sky.

An untouchable yet reachable sky, endlessly vast and immeasurable.

It carried echoes of a sentiment—lost within the very mountain itself, ignorant of the summit, the breadth, and the mountains beyond the mountain.

Xu Zimei stepped onto the clouds, arriving at White Emperor Mountain’s summit.

The space was barren—no dense forests, no jagged rocks.

There lay only a chessboard and the stone statue of a man.

The man sat beside the chessboard, which should have been a black-and-white Go board, yet only black pieces adorned it; no white pieces were present.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, atop a stone stool, four words were etched in the void.

“Please enter the trap.”

Xu Zimei chuckled, attempting to sit at the chessboard, but Bai Meng stopped him.

“Master, shall I try first?”

“No need, I wish to engage with this White Emperor personally,” Xu Zimei said with a smile, shaking his head.

He took a seat on the stone stool, and in that instant, it seemed the Principles surrounding White Emperor Mountain were activated.

The sky dimmed, worlds shifted, and stars realigned.

A flash of lightning streaked across the skies, and Xu Zimei’s figure, along with the chessboard, disappeared on the spot.

“Master!” Bai Meng shouted urgently.