I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1144 - 1143: Dragon Maiden of the North Sea, Endless Palace Three

Chapter 1144 -1143: Dragon Maiden of the North Sea, Endless Palace Three

This journey through Chaos also involved several days of flying.

After passing Chang’an, Xie Changliu’s heart seemed to open, finding a release, and his mastery in Sword Dao grew visibly stronger at a rapid pace.

To say he improved by leaps and bounds each day would not be an exaggeration.

It was as if the thousands of years he had accumulated in the small world of Edge of the Sky, End of the Sea were now bearing fruit.

Achieving a new realm in Sword Dao.

“What Sword Canon is that Nameless Second Sword pursuing?” Xu Zimei inquired.

“Given the level of the Nameless Second Sword, if he is still pursuing the Sword Canon, the person behind this should be Emperor Zhou,” Xie Changliu replied.

“The so-called Sword Canon is just a fragmentary volume, not inherently powerful, but mistakenly believed to be more potent due to rumors.

My master is unwilling to hand it over because he knows that only with the Sword Canon in his possession can he stay alive.”

While they were conversing, the figure of Chaos stopped above a set of ruins.

And the Demonic Qi in Xu Zimei’s hand also descended, indicating that Old Zhuoqiu was right here.

“We’ve arrived,” the two jumped down from Chaos’s back, landing on the ground, and looked forward.

Old ruins everywhere.

It was indeterminable how old these ruins were, most of the buildings had completely collapsed.

The only visible things were some fragments of walls and ruins.

And these fragments and ruins had also been damaged for a long time, eroding countless marks through the passage of time.

“What is Old Zhuoqiu doing here?” Xu Zimei thought to himself.

The two walked through the ruins, the ground uneven with clumps of soil mixed with rubble.

After walking for about five or six minutes, they finally saw the figure of Old Zhuoqiu.

He was sitting under a big tree.

This big tree was quite massive, its branches like a giant umbrella, covering an area of dozens of meters around.

The leaves were dense, not even sunlight could penetrate through.

What was strange, however, was that the tree had been dead for some time.

A dead tree should wither, that’s the commonly accepted principle for all things.

But this tree showed no signs of life, yet its leaves were greener than any other tree.

Old Zhuoqiu was holding three incense sticks, in front of him was a square incense burner.

He inserted them into the burner, and in front of it, many offerings were laid out.

It seemed like he was worshiping this tree, kneeling and bowing towards it.

“Old Zhuo, we meet again,” Xu Zimei approached and greeted with a smile.

Old Zhuoqiu glanced at him but did not speak.

He just stood up and quietly looked at the tree in front of him.

Xu Zimei could not grasp the other person’s thoughts, but it was clear that this was not a good time to disturb others.

The three of them stood quietly for more than ten minutes.

Gradually, Xu Zimei noticed that this tree in front of him was undergoing some kind of change.

Black flowers suddenly bloomed on the originally green leaves.

Blooms swiftly blossomed all over the tree and then fell rapidly.

With occasional breezes passing by, countless black petals twirled in midair.

The petals densely packed, covering the void above them.

Old Zhuoqiu slowly turned around, looking at Xu Zimei, and smiled, “You see, it is welcoming you.”

“It?” Xu Zimei asked, “This tree?

Why don’t I feel its life energy.”

“When you left before, I asked you when you would return.

You told me, that when the Nine Deaths Tree blooms, it will be the time of your return.

But I’ve waited century after century.”

“I am tired of waiting and no longer harbor any hope; I have accepted my destiny,” Old Zhuoqiu seemed to be speaking to Xu Zimei, yet it also sounded like he was talking to himself.

“Then you came back suddenly, without any warning.

I don’t know how to face you again.”

“You are talking about the previous Demon Lord, I’m not very clear about his matters,” Xu Zimei replied.

“You are Xu Zimei, but you are also the Demon Lord,” Old Zhuoqiu said.

“Perhaps Xu Zimei might die, but the Demon Lord will never die.”

“I don’t like that statement; first, you have to understand, the name Xu Zimei should transcend everything.

Including the Demon Lord,” Xu Zimei replied.

“I know you have an independent consciousness, but what I’m saying is also a fact.

You will slowly understand,” Old Zhuoqiu replied.

“What about Gongyang Ce?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Just someone born with a destiny prearranged for him, or rather someone born specifically for you,” Old Zhuoqiu replied.

“I can’t say too much.”

“I have come here to inquire about a few things.

I hope you can help clear my doubts,” Xu Zimei said.

“I will do my best, within the rules,” Old Zhuoqiu nodded.

“The first thing, I want to fuse with the Xuan Yuan Sword, I need someone proficient in forging,” Xu Zimei said.

“In the North Sea of the Tuocang Domain resides the Dragon Maiden, and by the standards of the Mortal Domain, all methods of forging in this world come from her,” Old Zhuoqiu replied.

“Thanks,” Xu Zimei nodded and then continued, “The second thing, I want to go to the Exile Lands in the Ancient Demon Cave, is there any way?”

Upon hearing this, a flash of calm flickered in Old Zhuoqiu’s eyes, which then swiftly returned to normal.

He remained silent for a long while before speaking again, “I don’t know about that, and it’s not possible for me to know.

But there is someone who definitely knows.”

“Who?” Xu Zimei asked.

“I dare not speak his name, besides few people in this world, no one dares to utter his name,” Old Zhuoqiu said.

“But you have met him.”

“I have met him?” Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.

“Do you remember the Endless Palace in Beiluo City?” Old Zhuoqiu asked.

Upon being reminded, Xu Zimei immediately recalled.

There was a strange old man there, who seemed to have mentioned some rhyme, though they didn’t talk much.

“He said his name was Three,” Xu Zimei recalled.

Old Zhuoqiu nodded slightly, “He definitely knows how to find a way to the Exile Lands.”

“What is it about that name that it can’t be called,” Xu Zimei asked with a shake of his head.

“You can call it, but others cannot,” Old Zhuoqiu slightly shook his head.

“I have seen him before in the Endless Palace, do you know his whereabouts?” Xu Zimei asked.

“He is always at the Endless Palace, you can find him there, but whether he will tell you the method, I am not sure,” Old Zhuoqiu replied.

“Do you know what kind of person he is?” Xu Zimei asked.

“I have some guesses, but I’m not sure, I cannot tell you, it’s the rules,” Old Zhuoqiu said.

“There are rules in all things between heaven and earth, established by the Heavenly Dao, and anyone who breaks the rules will be punished by the Heavenly Dao.”

Xu Zimei pondered for a moment.

He looked around and asked, “Where is this place?”

“This was once the Arena of the Heavens, long forgotten by the world,” Old Zhuoqiu slowly caressed the bark of the big tree in front of him.

He spoke softly, “This Nine Deaths Tree is reviving; I seem to feel its life essence.”

Xu Zimei also felt it carefully.

The tree, which originally had no signs of life, now indeed had a faint sign of life.