I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1011 - 1010: One of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands - Trap Empty Island

Chapter 1011 -1010: One of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands – Trap Empty Island

“The fledgling eagles have grown, always yearning for higher and vaster skies, not staying by their parents’ side.

I understand this principle, as does your mother. What difference is it to stay in Yuan Central Continent after reaching the Heaven Beyond Heavens?” Xu Qingshan said with a smile.

“As for going to see that broader world, the dream of becoming a powerful warrior has woken me up a long time ago.

When I became the Deputy Sect Master of the True Martial Holy Sect, I had already given up on it, otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed.

The greatest wish of your mother and I is for your safety.

When you were young, I could carry and solve any mistakes you made.

But now, just when I want to say I’ll always stand behind you, I’ve found that you, like a tree, have grown taller than your father.

If you can’t solve it, what use would your mother and I be?”

Xu Qingshan has always been succinct and not good with words; father and son rarely had much communication.

But this time was an exception; he rambled on for quite some time.

“Once you go to the Heaven Beyond Heavens, I will resign from the position of Deputy Sect Master.

I’ll accompany your mother to travel around, to see the great mountains and rivers of the Yuan Central Continent, and then find a secluded paradise to settle down in.

If you have the opportunity, come back to see us.

If you have no time, …”

At this point, Xu Qingshan paused for a moment and said with a smile, “Let me give you a poem.

Youth is gallant, forming alliances with heroes of the five capitals. Generous and fearless, with hair standing on end.

Conversing uprightly, sharing life and death alike. A promise weightier than a thousand pieces of gold. Pushing forward bravely, prideful and unrestrained,

…….

Connect with the seeds of Talented Disciples, the sword roars with the westerly wind. Regretting not visiting mountains and waters, entrusting my hands to the seven-string zither, eyes following the homing geese.”

“This poem is like your father’s life, once aspiring to many things but ultimately only becoming regrets.

Having reached this step, you should walk forward with pride, destined for a bright future and hopeful prospects.”

Xu Zimei fell into a slight silence after hearing Xu Qingshan’s long speech.

It wasn’t the time to part yet, but he still felt a bit of reluctance in his heart.

“Right, I almost forgot the important matter,” Xu Qingshan said with a smile.

“I have some news to share with you.”

“What is it?” Xu Zimei asked, looking up.

“According to the message from the Sect, Destiny has now appeared in this world, and many forces seem to have secretly reached some agreements.

You need to be careful about this when the time comes.”

“They want to form an alliance?” Xu Zimei scoffed.

“It’s hard to say. Right now, our True Martial Holy Sect is in the limelight, and as Destiny has arisen, battles between the sects are no longer possible.”

Xu Qingshan said, “But you should understand, the struggle for Destiny is different.

I’m afraid they might unite when the time comes for the struggle of Destiny, and whether it is our Sect or others, no one will be able to help you.”

“Just a bunch of rabble,” Xu Zimei stated.

“If they are not afraid of death, let them come.”

“Anyway, be vigilant, don’t let danger catch you off guard at a critical moment,” Xu Qingshan cautioned.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

“You take some time to yourself, I’ll go and gather some more information,” Xu Qingshan said.

He raised his oil-paper umbrella, his tall figure disappearing in the pouring rain.

Xu Zimei closed his eyes for a while, then suddenly reopened them and walked out of the pavilion.

He came to the mid-slope of Goose Southern Peak outside the courtyard.

The torrential rain kept pouring, and the thunder and lightning above started to weaken bit by bit.

The Endless Heavenly Dao was stripped away, turning into a golden light, disappearing into the firmament.

After the rain had passed, and under the previously clear blue sky, a painting was cast.

This was a projection of Heavenly Dao, an image appearing in the sky that covered the whole firmament, and all the people of the Yuan Central Continent could see it.

“The place for the struggle of Destiny has appeared,” someone shouted.

The site of each era’s struggle for Destiny is not fixed; sometimes it is on the Endless Heaven Sea, sometimes in the Five Elements lands, sometimes in the Dark Forests.

In short, the location is random.

Once the place appears, all those who have been selected must go there, or else they will lose the qualification to participate.

At the same time as the image reflected the void, a silver meteor shower fell from the sky.

The meteor shower was dense and numerous, possibly in the tens of thousands.

Meteors fell, scattering across the entire Yuan Central Continent.

Xu Zimei looked up to see a meteor heading straight for him, sinking directly into his forehead.

Suddenly a strange power permeated throughout his body, rippling slightly on his forehead.

A six-pointed star pattern appeared.

This meant that he had been chosen by Destiny.

Only those chosen by Destiny are eligible to participate in the struggle for Destiny.

If anyone else rashly intervenes, they will be directly destroyed by the Heavenly Dao.

This was what Xu Qingshan meant when he said that after the start of Destiny, whether it was the True Martial Holy Sect or the Divine Emperor, no one could be of any help.

Saint Heirs from some Imperial Rule Immortal Sects inevitably would band together.

Xu Zimei touched the pattern on his forehead and felt nothing different, as if it were an ordinary symbol.

At this moment, the entire Yuan Central Continent was enveloped in a silver current.

This meteor shower cannot be snatched by you; it selects you.

Some are joyful, others sorrowful; some are chosen, naturally, others are not.

Those selected are almost always from the younger generation.

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“Brother Zimo, I’ve been chosen,” Lin Ruhu’s laughter came from not far away.

He came running over in high spirits.

On his forehead was the same pattern as Xu Zimei.

“Do you have to be that happy?” Xu Zimei asked with a smile.

“Of course, being chosen means recognition, whether or not you compete for Destiny,” Lin Ruhu replied.

Perhaps this is one way among the Talented Disciples to measure themselves.

“There’s nothing unusual about that; the struggles for Destiny in past years were not strict, with tens of thousands of participants,” Xu Zimei responded.

“Brother Zimo, the Sect Master asked me to inquire whether you want to form an alliance?” Lin Ruhu said.

“An alliance,” Xu Zimei responded with a smile and a shake of his head.

Alliances in the struggle for Destiny aren’t rare.

To avoid being eliminated early on, most powers would band together, weed out others first, and then turn on each other.

The resulting intrigues are many.

“I don’t need it,” Xu Zimei replied.

“The Destiny of this era must be mine.”

He spoke calmly, but the certainty and forcefulness in his words carried a strong convincing power.

“Then I will report back to the Sect Master accurately,” Lin Ruhu said.

“Do you know where that is?” Xu Zimei asked, pointing to the image in the sky.

“Trap Empty Island, also known as Endless, one of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands,” Lin Ruhu replied gravely with a nod.

Though the sites of past Destiny struggles varied, such a perilous battleground had never been encountered.

Competing for Destiny within a Forbidden Land was daunting enough, let alone considering your opponents; the Forbidden Land alone was enough to die several times over.